Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 205: Are you single.

AN: One Chapter today, I needed a break. I will make up tomorrow. Thank you.

Xiang Yu walked down the stone staircase to the lawn grounds where Han Jing had shot clay pigeons the other day. The bright midmorning sun cast long shadows, highlighting the meticulous arrangement of handguns on the table before him. Each firearm gleamed under the sunlight, a testament to their lethal potential and the precision required to wield them.

The lawn stretched out beyond the table, dotted with target practice setups at varying distances. Each target stood as a silent challenge, waiting to be met with skill and accuracy. Xiang Yu’s cold demeanour was as sharp as the edge of a blade, his presence commanding and intense.

With deliberate calm, Xiang Yu reached for one of the handguns. His movements were fluid, almost mechanical, as he picked up the weapon. He held it in his hand, feeling the weight and balance, his eyes cold and calculating as they scanned the gun from barrel to grip.

He began his inspection with the barrel, peering down its length to ensure it was clear of obstructions. Satisfied, he moved to the slide, pulling it back smoothly to check the chamber. The metallic click echoed in the stillness, a sound that spoke of readiness and lethal potential. He released the slide, letting it snap back into place with a precise, controlled motion.

Next, Xiang Yu ejected the magazine, his fingers deftly counting the rounds before reinserting it with a firm push. He tested the safety, flicking it on and off, each click a testament to his thoroughness. Finally, he checked the sights, aligning them with a distant target, his eyes narrowing as he gauged their accuracy. The world around him seemed to fade away, leaving only the gun, the target, and the space between them.

Han Jia watched Xiang Yu from a few steps away, his eyes following every movement. He had been forced to come to learn by his mother. To him, it was unnecessary because he had people to protect him, so he never needed to hold a gun to protect himself. He just wanted to be a salted fish and party himself to death. But now, as he observed Xiang Yu, he found himself captivated by more than just his expertise. Xiang Yu’s cold, focused demeanour, the precision of his actions, and the silent intensity that surrounded him were undeniably handsome and intriguing. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Xiang Yu, seemingly oblivious to Han Jia’s gaze, completed his inspection and set the handgun down. He turned to Han Jia, his expression unchanged, and said, "Have you seen enough?"

Han Jia, who thought he was being discreet, was startled. He didn’t think he would get caught staring. He walked over, feeling a little nervous. Xiang Yu was younger than him, but he had the same if not worse, cold aura than Han Xin. He was terrified yet dazzled at the same time. He couldn’t help but walk over.

As he approached, the sun cast a warm glow on the scene, contrasting sharply with the cold tension between them. The grass beneath his feet was soft, cushioning his hesitant steps. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat echoing the uncertainty and curiosity that filled him. Xiang Yu’s eyes remained fixed on him, unblinking and intense. "Let’s start," he said his voice cold and distant.

He picked up a handgun, his movements precise and deliberate. "First, let’s go over the basics," he began, his voice steady and authoritative. "This is the barrel, where the bullet exits. Always ensure it’s clear before use." He pointed to each part of the gun in turn. "This is the slide, the trigger, the safety, and the magazine release."

Han Jia nodded, but his attention was elsewhere. He found himself mesmerized by Xiang Yu’s long, slender fingers as they moved over the gun, and by his handsome, stoic face. His presence was commanding, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to him.

Xiang Yu continued, unaware at first. "Always keep the safety on until you are ready to fire. Never point the gun at anything you don’t intend to shoot." He paused, noticing the distant look in Han Jia’s eyes. "Young master Han, are you listening?"

Han Jia snapped out of his reverie, his head jerking up. "Huh?" he responded softly, his cheeks flushing slightly. He had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard a word Xiang Yu said.

Xiang Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression stern. "I need you to focus. I have places to be."

Han Jia bit his lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and boldness. "Oh," he murmured, then, almost without thinking, he blurted out, "But are you single?"

Xiang Yu’s expression didn’t change, but his eyes grew colder. "No, I am not single," he replied, his voice as icy as his demeanour. He turned back to the handgun, his focus unwavering. "Now, let’s try this again."

Xiang Yu demonstrated the correct stance, his movements fluid and confident. "Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. Hold the gun with both hands, your dominant hand on the grip and your other hand supporting it."

Han Jia mimicked his stance, feeling awkward and self-conscious. Xiang Yu stepped closer, adjusting his posture with firm, precise touches. "Relax your shoulders. Focus on the target."

Han Jia took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Do you talk to my brother this coldly, or is it just me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and defiance.

Xiang Yu didn’t respond immediately. He stepped back, his expression unreadable. "Fire when you are ready," he said, his tone neutral.

Han Jia focused on the target, his eyes narrowing as he tried to steady his aim. But after a few moments, his curiosity got the better of him. He turned around with the gun, his finger still on the trigger, and asked, "Who are you dating?"

The bodyguards hanging around ducked down in fear, their eyes wide with alarm at the sight of Han Jia’s careless handling of the weapon. Xiang Yu moved swiftly, his reflexes honed from the original Xiang Yu’s years of training. He took the gun from Han Jia with a firm but controlled motion.

"Keep your fingers off the trigger and point the weapon downwards," Xiang Yu instructed, his voice calm but authoritative. Han Jia’s ears were hot with embarrassment, realizing the gravity of his mistake.

Xiang Yu demonstrated the stance again, his movements precise and deliberate. Han Jia watched, trying to absorb every detail. "Why can’t I hold it with one hand?" he asked, his curiosity undeterred.