Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Looking for his sweetheart

The atmosphere hung heavy with tension as a shirtless man stood at the doorway, an unwelcome sight with his sweat-slicked skin gleaming under the dim light. His tattoos, an erratic collection adorning his arms, neck, and even tauntingly visible above his waistband.

A few bruises decorated his shoulder, fading but still visible, hinting at a recent altercation. He squinted at Han Xin and his men through the dishevelled curtain of greasy hair that fell across his forehead, irritation radiating from his scowl.

"What do you want?" His voice was low, a gravelly snarl that underscored his annoyance tinged with the slurring speech after having drunk a lot. It was clear he had been interrupted mid extra curriculum activity.

Han Xin’s anger simmered in response, and with one deft motion, he unleashed his mental power. It surged around the man like an unseen vortex, palpable and threatening, pressing against him like a physical force. Where was Xiang Yu? Was he inside with this... man.

The man’s expression shifted from annoyance to panic as he gasped, struggling to breathe as the pressure tightened. His veins throbbed beneath his skin, shadows of fear darkening his features, and for a fleeting moment, he felt like prey facing a beast.

But the moment rattling his senses was cut short when Eirian, its voice piercing through the tension like glass shattering, called out, "Nope, nope, wrong house! It must be the one opposite it... or one of the houses around here."

Han Xin felt his grip on the man loosen, though he fought against it, his own fury barely contained.

Suddenly a woman rushed into view, her unkempt hair framing her face, and a sheet hastily draped across her body. "Sir! Are you okay?" She exclaimed, concern painted across her features, but her eyes widened upon noticing the group of men standing there.

A spark of intrigue ignited in her gaze as if the chaos around her had transformed into something captivating. She instinctively pulled the sheet tighter, attempting to appear more presentable as she moved toward them, equal parts concerned and curious.

Instead, the man at the door pushed her away roughly, his voice thunderous, "No! Get lost you bitch." He was enraged seeing how she was looking at these men like a fish staring at water.

Han Xin found the scents emanating from both of them revolting. It was the strong stench of pheromones and sweat mingling in with a faint hint of cheap perfume. He turned sharply, disgust swirling through him, and muttered through gritted teeth, "Which one is it"

Eirian’s presence flickered uncertainly, sensing the rage bubbling in Han Xin’s voice. "Now now, don’t be mad," it quipped, though the playful lilt was largely absent. "It’s a fail-safe. I just forgot about it," it whispered, nervousness layering its tone.

"The place could be any of the homes, maybe it’s one of the ones around here. It was made that way in case someone with bad intentions figured out where the person was.... maybe you have bad intentions, hehe."

AN: Yes very bad wrestling intentions hehehe

The chill in Han Xin’s expression deepened an icy blade that sliced through the air. He gestured for the others to move away from the house, urging them to knock on the next doors. They complied knocking on the doors of the surrounding houses.