Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 175: Stop simping over him

He took a step closer. His voice low and firm he said, "From now on, he is your responsibility. If he goes astray, you know what you have to do." He handed the shotgun to Han Xin, who accepted it without hesitation, his grip steady and sure.

He pulled him close, positioning him to aim at the next target. Han Xin’s expression was cold and indifferent as he pulled the trigger, the shot echoing through the air. Another clay pigeon disintegrated a testament to his skill.

Shi Wen, watching from the sidelines, chuckled appreciatively. "Like father, like son," he said, patting the Dragon Head’s shoulder. "He’s just as ruthless as you, old man."

Old Han nodded, a rare smile touching his lips. "Indeed," he replied, pride and a hint of something darker gleaming in his eyes. The bond between father and son was forged in steel and blood, and in this world, that was the only way to survive.

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While Han Xin was busy shooting at clay pigeons, Xiang Yu was escorted to the poolside. The sun had already risen high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the water. A kind-faced butler approached him with a polite smile. "Sir, please sit. I will bring food for you shortly," he said, gesturing to a comfortable chair.

Xiang Yu, who hadn’t eaten lunch yet, didn’t refuse the Dragon Head’s offer. He settled into the chair, feeling the tension in his muscles ease slightly. The butler soon returned with a tray laden with several drinks. "What would you like to drink, sir?" he asked.

"Water, please," Xiang Yu replied. The butler poured a glass of water and handed it to him. "Thank you," Xiang Yu said, taking the glass and sipping it gratefully. He sat back, observing the men in suits who stood guard around the area. They remained vigilant but did not bother him.

As he waited for his meal, Xiang Yu suddenly heard the Divine Emperor’s voice in his head. "You really have a death wish," the voice chided.

Xiang Yu leaned back in his seat, replying in his mind, "If anything happens, the world will just start again."

"But it would still hurt," the Divine Emperor countered.

Xiang Yu sneered inwardly. "Are you caring for me?" he asked, his mental tone mocking.

The Divine Emperor was momentarily stunned into silence. "Who cares about you?" he finally retorted.

Xiang Yu’s smile grew wider. Just then, he heard a voice nearby. "Who are you?" it asked. Xiang Yu arched an eyebrow and looked up. Standing before him was a young man who looked like he had indulged in one too many late nights. He was handsome, but his skin was pale, and dark circles framed his eyes, giving him a weary appearance.

"Who is this sickly young man?" Xiang Yu asked the Divine Emperor in his mind.

The Divine Emperor gritted his teeth. "That is Han Jia, the older brother to Xin-er in this world."

Xiang Yu studied Han Jia, noting the stark contrast between the siblings. "They look nothing alike," he thought, his curiosity piqued.

Xiang Yu said, "I am Xiang Yu. And you?" Han Jia sat opposite him with no decorum, his eyes fixed on Xiang Yu’s face as though trying to decipher a puzzle.

As maids brought over food, the butler, who was instructing them, was surprised to see the young master, Han Jia, sitting opposite Xiang Yu. "Young master, I didn’t think you were awake. Let me bring you your lunch," the butler said, his voice tinged with surprise.

Han Jia ignored the butler, his gaze never leaving Xiang Yu. Xiang Yu, holding an icy glass of water, watched the droplets trickle down the glass, reflecting the sunlight. He glanced at Han Jia, his gaze non-threatening but undeniably lethal. Han Jia, feeling the intensity of Xiang Yu’s stare, subconsciously swallowed his Adam’s apple bobbing. He felt an unexpected heat rising within him.

"Give me something to drink, it’s hot out here," Han Jia called out to the butler. The butler hurried over and poured sparkling water into his glass. Xiang Yu glanced at the table laden with food and, without hesitation, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat the mapo tofu with rice. Han Jia watched him, the rim of his glass resting against his lips. He found Xiang Yu’s eating manner elegant and oddly pleasing to the eye. Despite his lack of appetite, watching Xiang Yu eat made him feel hungry.

Sensing the burning gaze on him, Xiang Yu said, "Young master, it’s too rude to stare at people."

Han Jia huffed, "Who is staring at you?" The butler, who had clearly seen his young master staring, froze as he placed the dishes in front of Han Jia. Han Jia began to eat, albeit reluctantly.

After a while, Han Jia asked, "What do you do for my dad?... Kill people?"

Xiang Yu smiled slightly and replied, "I don’t work for your father." Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him. It was Han Xin, his tone commanding, "Let’s go."

Han Jia’s expression turned visibly annoyed at the sight of Han Xin. Xiang Yu dabbed at the corner of his mouth with a napkin before standing up. "You couldn’t even let him finish eating," Han Jia said in a condescending tone, his irritation clear.

Xiang Yu thanked the butler before turning to follow Han Xin, who was already striding ahead. As they exited the mansion, a henchman opened the car door for Han Xin, who slipped inside without a word. Xiang Yu, trailing behind and lost in thought, was suddenly blocked by one of the bodyguards. "This way, sir," the bodyguard said, pointing to the front seat.

Xiang Yu chuckled a hint of mockery in his tone. In the previous world, Han Xin had clung to him like a leech; now he acted as if he were a scourge he couldn’t bear to sit next to. He settled into the front seat, his displeasure evident to anyone paying attention. Though he would never admit it, the change in Han Xin’s behaviour hurt more than he cared to acknowledge. He should have stuck to the plan in the first world and avoided getting involved with Han Xin.

As the car moved, Xiang Yu stared out the window, watching the shoreline and the bustling streets pass by. Han Xin glanced at him for a few seconds before returning his attention to his tablet. Soon, they arrived at Han Xin’s seaside villa. A servant opened the door for Han Xin, and the two of them walked into the villa.

Inside, Han Zhan was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game. When he saw Han Xin, he said, "You took your sweet time. What did the old man say?"

He turned back to his game but did a double-take when he noticed Xiang Yu. "Oh shit, I didn’t think you would bring him here directly," Han Zhan exclaimed. The sound of his game character dying filled the room, and the screen flashed "Game Over."

Han Zhan got up and walked over to Xiang Yu, extending his hand. "Hi, I’m Han Zhan."

Xiang Yu glanced at Han Zhan’s hand for a moment before shaking it. "Xiang Yu," he replied.

Han Zhan grinned. "Oh, I know. I’ve heard about you, but I’ve never had the opportunity to meet you."

Just then, Han Xin walked back in from the kitchen. "Han Zhan, stop simping over him," he said, his tone sharp.