Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: Taste of vinegar

Xiang Yu walked to the movie theatre and arcade section of the mall. The game arcade was dimly lit and filled with couples and teens playing games, the air alive with flashy, colourful lights. He walked in, his steps relaxed. He spotted Die Liang playing a driving game, trying to act less suspicious. Xiang Yu leaned in, his voice like the whisper of death, "Your gameplay sucks."

The race car in the game drove off the road, spun in the air twice, and exploded, the screen flashing "Game Over." Die Liang opened his mouth to scream but felt a gun pressed into his back. "Scream and I will shoot you," Xiang Yu warned.

Die Liang was terrified, his face turning uglier than crying. "Please don’t kill me," he begged.

"Why would you think that? I am just here to escort you to my employer, that’s all," Xiang Yu said calmly. He grabbed the back of Die Liang’s collar and pulled him up, draping his arm around Die Liang’s shoulders and walking out with him.

They walked out of the mall to Xiang Yu’s car parked a few streets away. Die Liang was trembling like a leaf, his fear palpable as they moved through the night.

He pleaded, "Please let me go," but Xiang Yu kept his mouth shut, dragging him along with a firm grip. "I have money; I can give it to you; just act like you never saw me," Die Liang stammered.

"Do you ever shut up?" Xiang Yu snapped.

Die Liang zipped his mouth, but soon he couldn’t help himself. "Hey, my daughter has the same sweater," he said, glancing at Xiang Yu’s oversized, ripped white sweater. Xiang Yu’s expression remained unreadable.

Reaching the car, he opened the trunk and shoved Die Liang in. While tying his hands, the man protested, "Hey man, at least let me sit in the front. I have a thing with tight spaces... I promise I will be good."

"I can’t trust you to keep your mouth shut, so bear with it," Xiang Yu replied curtly. Die Liang tried to say something else, but Xiang Yu slammed the trunk shut with a resounding bam.

Sitting in the driver’s seat, Xiang Yu could hear Die Liang kicking inside the trunk. He started the car and drove off, pressing on the accelerator. Suddenly, he hit the brakes, and he heard Die Liang hit the wall of the trunk hard before falling silent. Xiang Yu’s lips quirked into a sly smile as he resumed driving normally towards Han Xin’s villa.

He activated the voice assistant and instructed it to call Han Xin’s driver, Ran Lan. He had gotten Ran Lan’s number a few hours ago. The call connected immediately.

"Brother Yu," Ran Lan’s tone was serious.

Xiang Yu smiled, thinking Ran Lan was acting all serious because Han Xin was nearby. Tapping the steering wheel, he asked, "He is near you, isn’t he?"

Ran Lan cleared his throat. "Yes."

"Is he home?" Xiang Yu asked.

"Brother, you shouldn’t do this," Die Liang pleaded, his voice muffled by the gag. "I am an innocent bystander in all of this."

Xiang Yu’s expression remained impassive, his grip unyielding. "Don’t bother convincing me. I am just an employee here. If you have a problem talk to the manager," he replied coolly, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.

The security guards around the property nodded at Xiang Yu, and he nodded back, dragging Die Liang into the house. When he entered, he saw Han Xin sitting outside on the patio. Xiang Yu’s heart beat a little faster as he walked over, dragging the crying man over.

Just as he was about to reach the doors, he saw Peng Xiu leaning in close, and Han Xin touched her hair. His steps froze as he watched Han Xin’s fingers in Peng Xiu’s lush strands. His chest rose and fell, his mind churning. He felt a stabbing pain in his chest, his body trembling slightly.

Di Liang looked at Xiang Yu, sensing something was wrong. It was like his aura had changed drastically, like being in the presence of a predator about to slaughter someone. Die Liang let out a whimper, and Xiang Yu’s fierce eyes met his, making him almost wet his pants. Xiang Yu was absolutely unhappy. He couldn’t get over Han Xin being close to anyone else more especially Peng Xiu. The taste of vinegar was so intense in his mouth that he could barely keep a straight face.

Han Zhan, who was getting ready to go to bed, entered the lounge in his pyjamas. When he saw Xiang Yu, the atmosphere was so tense that Han Zhan was almost afraid to breathe. He laughed nervously and said, "Xiang Yu, you are already back." The people on the patio heard them, and Peng Xiu’s brows creased slightly. She could feel the murderous intent directed towards her. Han Xin sensed it too. He looked at Xiang Yu and saw the most intense look in those eyes that he couldn’t fathom.

Xiang Yu pushed Die Liang harshly to the ground, and Die Liang groaned in pain, his brow covered in sweat as if he had broken an arm. "Here he is. If there’s anything else, I am leaving," Xiang Yu said. The room fell silent for a moment before Xiang Yu turned around and left, his aura terrifying. Han Zhan finally breathed and asked, "Who pissed him off?" Han Xin’s brows creased. For some reason, he felt like Xiang Yu was mad at him but for what.

Peng Xiu was so annoyed. She said, "How can that person be that rude? Xin-ge, does he work for you? He should be fired for being so disrespectful."