Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 214: Dispose of them.

"I will give you one chance," Xiang Yu said, his voice cold and menacing. "Will you answer me honestly?"

The man nodded frantically, too terrified to speak. "Good," Xiang Yu continued. "Who sent you?"

Xiang Yu hadn’t checked the surveillance camera outside and had no idea that it was Yee Ming who had come for him. The man stammered, "It’s the Madam who sent us."

"What madam?" Xiang Yu asked, his grip tightening.

"So-sorry, I meant Madam Yee of the Die clan," the man stuttered.

Xiang Yu nodded, realizing it was her. A smirk spread across his face, sending chills down the gunman’s spine. He would have preferred Xiang Yu not to smile at all. "Is it about the thing with your clan leader?" Xiang Yu asked.

The man nodded his head frantically. Xiang Yu understood that they didn’t know about the shipping containers yet. He pulled the knife out of the man’s leg, eliciting a scream of pain. Twirling the knife between his fingers, Xiang Yu heard the garage door open. It could only be Old Song. He patted the man’s cheek and said, "Tell them not to mess with me, or I will burn the entire clan to the ground." His voice was menacing, each word dripping with threat.

The man was stunned, unable to comprehend that Xiang Yu would threaten to start a war that could ruin all the triads. Messing with one clan meant messing with all seven heads of the dragon. Xiang Yu walked to the back door and said, "Come on."

The man got up, trembling, and followed him. When Xiang Yu opened the door, he found Old Song with an older lady and a group of cleaning crew. The older lady had short hair and thin brows. Xiang Yu recognized her as the lady he had bought congee from when the twins were at Old Song’s clinic. He was surprised to see her as part of the cleaning crew.

Old Song said, "You two have met already so no need for introductions," as the crew went into the tattoo shop to clean up.

The scared man ran out, and Old Song asked, "How about him?"

"I let him go with a message," Xiang Yu replied.

The man ran out into the street, finding that the cars were gone. From a distance, he could hear the sound of sirens. Limping, he disappeared into the night.

The cleanup crew worked with remarkable efficiency, swiftly removing the blood and bodies of the gunmen from the tattoo shop and loading them into the black van parked outside. The fixed cracks on the walls from the bullets and covered other places with wall paper as a temporary fix. They swept up the shattered glass and meticulously restored the furniture to its original positions. Meanwhile, Xiang Yu sat down, his leg stretched out as Old Song bandaged the wound. Lian, Mei, and Little Bai hovered around him, their faces etched with worry.

Xiang Yu chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "You worry too much," he said, his voice gentle.

The three of them protested in unison, their concern evident. As Old Song tightened the bandage, Xiang Yu grimaced in pain.

"You deserve it for making us worry," Old Song scolded. "You’re always acting tough, but remember, even iron has a weakness."

"Okay, okay, old man, I understand," Xiang Yu replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

The older woman appeared at the office door, her expression serious. "The police are on their way," she announced.

The five of them turned to look at her. "Are you done?" Xiang Yu asked.

"Yes, all done," she replied. "Do you want to send them a message, or should we dispose of them?"

"Dispose of them," Xiang Yu said without hesitation.

"Okay," the older woman nodded. "Old Song, the price is double. You know the rules."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Old Song grumbled.

The older woman smiled before leaving. As the black van drove away, a couple of police cars pulled up. It seemed the neighbors had called after hearing the disturbance. Xiang Yu turned to Old Song. "Will you handle it?"

Old Song nodded. "You four just go upstairs."

Little Bai helped Xiang Yu up, acting as a crutch as they made their way upstairs. Old Song opened the garage door, putting on a polite smile as he greeted the officers. Four heavily armed policemen stood at the door.

"Sir, we heard there was a disturbance at this building. Is everything okay?" one of them asked, while the others peered into the garage.

Old Song smiled apologetically. "I am sorry, officers. We are renovating the shop, and the glass walls just cracked. My godson is cheap."

If Xiang Yu had heard that, he would have been flabbergasted. This Demon King wasn’t cheap at all. One of the officers asked, "May we take a look?"

"Sure," Old Song replied confidently, trusting in the cleanup crew’s thoroughness. The officers followed him inside, one of them staying behind to talk to Old Song.

"Your neighbors complained that it sounded like gunfire," the officer said, his tone suspicious.

Old Song put on an innocent smile. "Oh, that. The kids were testing a—"

Before he could finish, the sound of gunfire erupted from upstairs. The officers tensed, their hands moving to their holsters.

"Show us upstairs, old man," one of the aggressive officers demanded.

Old Song smiled, his demeanor calm. "Sure, sure, this way." When Old Song turned his face away from the officers, his smile vanished. His expression darkened, itching to teach the aggressive officer a lesson, but he restrained himself. As the elevator doors opened, the officers were met with the deafening sounds of gunfire and explosions.

They tensed, ready to attack, only to find a young man lounging on the couch in a robe, engrossed in a shooting game. The sound from the speakers was so loud it seemed to shake the very foundation of the building. Beside him, two little girls were yelling instructions excitedly.

The officers were at a loss. The aggressive one from earlier barked, "Hey, shut it down!"

Xiang Yu, still focused on the game, raised his hand dismissively and continued playing. Just as the aggressive officer’s annoyance peaked, Xiang Yu won the round. He put the game controller down, and the girls jumped in excitement. Xiang Yu muted the TV and leaned back in his seat, his beautiful eyes glaring menacingly at the officers.