Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 268: Saving the damsel.

Chapter 268: Saving the damsel.

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A menacing smile spread across Xiang Yu’s face, the kind that sent shivers down spines and whispered promises of retribution. He answered the call, the sound of the butler’s voice crackling through the speaker, laden with urgency.

"Sir, your presence is being requested at the mansion. For every hour you don’t appear, the master will make things difficult for young master Han."

Xiang Yu chuckled softly, but it was a chilling sound, laced with an anger that radiated from him like heat from a fire. The butler’s smile faltered, the tension palpable. "Relax, old man. No need for threats. I am already on my way," he replied, his voice smooth yet foreboding.

Han Zhan, watching the scene unfold, casually let his arm dangle out of the car window, his brow arching as he noticed the fresh mosquito-like bites on Xiang Yu’s neck. A smirk tugged at his lips, wondering when his cousin had found time for such distractions. Even when the world was burning around d them Han Xin still had time for this and that. How baffling.

Xiang Yu’s voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper, directed at the butler still on the line. "Oh, if Han Xin is so much as missing a hair on his head, I will make you pay for it tenfold." The threat dripped from his lips, chilling the butler to the bone. The old man’s scalp went numb, realising Xiang Yu meant every word. A shuddering thought of the bruise on Han Xin’s cheek raced through his mind, igniting a flicker of fear.

As the call ended, Xiang Yu turned to face Han Zhan. Han Zhan’s expression was a mix of concern and curiosity as he asked, "Are we heading there now?"

"I am," Xiang Yu affirmed, his tone resolute. "But I need you to do something for me."

Han Zhan’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. What could be more pressing than rescuing his cousin from the lion’s den? Yet, he trusted Xiang Yu’s instincts. "What is it?"

Xiang Yu leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, revealing a plan that made Han Zhan’s eyes widen in surprise. He knew Xiang Yu was crazy, but this was a different level of insanity. A wicked grin spread across Xiang Yu’s face, one that promised the chaos to come would be nothing short of spectacular.

***

The sun hung high in the sky, casting an orange glow over the sprawling estate as Xiang Yu approached the heavily armoured black haulage truck, its imposing frame looming like a silent sentinel. This was one of the haulage trucks from Xiang Shu’s fleet, used to move products for the Han family under the guise of an online business. The trucks had been out of service since Han Xin took over the family business, now available for hire. Who would have thought Xiang Yu would ask for one?

As he swung open the door, Old Song’s expression transformed into a mix of concern and disbelief. The older man stood there, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his brow furrowed like the deep creases of an ancient map. "Can you even drive it?" he asked, scepticism dripping from his voice.

"Of course, I can," Xiang Yu replied, his confidence unwavering as he climbed into the driver’s seat. The leather was cool against his skin, the scent of the interior a blend of new fabric and metal. He glanced down at Old Song, who looked every bit like a father witnessing his son’s first attempt at driving.

"What if you get into an accident?" Old Song fretted, his voice laced with paternal worry, his hands wringing together as if he could somehow ease his anxiety by sheer force of will.

Xiang Yu shot him a reassuring smile, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that hinted at the mischief brewing within. "You should be more worried if it’s bulletproof," he quipped, a playful light dancing in his eyes.

Old Song nodded, the resignation was evident in his posture. "Yes, it is," he muttered, still unconvinced.

"Don’t worry too much. I can handle this," Xiang Yu assured him, his words firm but gentle. The original Xiang Yu had learnt to manoeuvre transporters in the Marines thus the familiarity of the vehicle felt like slipping into a well-worn jacket. It was because of that that he was confident.

As he turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life, a deep growl that vibrated through the cab. Old Song’s anxieties mounted as the truck stalled twice, the sound of the engine sputtering echoing in the quiet afternoon. Just as Old Song opened his mouth to suggest abandoning the plan, Xiang Yu’s fingers danced over the wheel, and the truck surged forward with newfound vigour.

Pressing the horn, Xiang Yu glanced down at Old Song, who stood rooted to the spot, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over him. The sound of the horn pierced the air, a triumphant declaration that he was indeed fine. The massive truck rumbled out of the property, its tyres crunching over gravel and grass.

Old Song rubbed his temples in frustration, muttering under his breath. This was precisely why he never wanted children. The constant worry would drive him to madness. Little did he know that this was only the beginning of his worry. What Xiang Yu would do at the Han mansion might give him a heart attack.

***

At the Han Mansion, two bodyguards stood guard at the gate, the evening air thick with tension. One of them, a rugged man with a cigarette dangling from his lips, fumbled as he attempted to light it. His partner scolded him, irritation etched into his features. "Why can’t you keep your hands steady? You almost burnt me," he grumbled, his voice muffled as he pinched the cigarette between his fingers.

"Just look!" the other man said, nudging him with urgency.

The guard with the lighter turned, his gaze snapping toward the road as the haulage truck barreled into view. His eyes widened, and the cigarette slipped from his fingers, hitting the ground with a soft thud. "What the fuck?!" he swore under his breath, watching in horror as the majestic vehicle drew closer.

"Are we expecting a delivery or something?" the second guard asked, confusion etched across his face.

"No, we are not!" the first man barked back, raising his hand to signal the truck to stop. But as it thundered toward them, it became clear that Xiang Yu had no intention of slowing down.

"Are they accelerating?" the second guard shouted, panic rising in his voice.

"Yes! Get out of the fucking way!"

"Shit!!!"

In a split-second decision, both men jumped aside, barely avoiding the truck as it roared past them, crashing through the iron gates with a deafening cacophony. The impact reverberated through the estate, sending a shockwave of fear and chaos spiralling into the air. As the truck sped into the grounds

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