Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) Chapter 250: Under attack!

Xiang Yu blinked, his mind still hazy from the intense kiss. He ran his tongue over his swollen lips, tasting the lingering flavour of Han Xin. His body ached for more, but the interruption had broken the spell.

Han Xin lowered the window, his expression now a mix of frustration and annoyance. Ran Lan’s face appeared, his eyes wide with an apology. "Master Han, I am so sorry to disturb you, but it’s Han Zhan. He said sothing urgent has co up."

Han Xin’s jaw clenched, and he took a mont to compose himself. He cleared his throat, his hand smoothing down his dishevelled hair. "I will take the call," he said, his voice steady despite the obvious.

Xiang Yu, still dazed, reached up to fix his own hair, which had fallen ssily across his forehead during the heated exchange. He couldn’t help but glance at Han Xin’s crotch, the evidence of his desire straining against the fabric.

Han Xin took the phone from Ran Lan and cleared his throat. "What’s wrong?" His expression imdiately changed hearing Han Zhan’s panicked voice through the phone, "Ah-Xin, we are under attack. We are driving on the highway. We, shit, we had just picked up the twins from school and fell under heavy fire. We need so fuckin backup."

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Han Zhan had always travelled with a convoy, two cars in front and two behind, ensuring maximum security when picking up the twins. This afternoon was no different. The roar of the engine echoed through the bulletproof car as Han Zhan navigated the winding road with precision. Lian and i sat in the back excited about going to the amusent park. Little Bai, in the passenger seat, chatted casually about the rides they were going to try.

The two security SUVs flanked them, one in front and one behind, a fortress on wheels. The other two cars were filled with bodyguards, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of trouble.

They had only been driving for ten minutes when four black SUVs appeared out of nowhere, flanking their motorcade. Before they could react, gunfire erupted, the rain of bullets pinging off the armoured glass. Han Zhan’s heart raced as he barked, "Get down!" His voice was a command that brooked no argunt. Lian and i ducked, clutching each other, while Little Bai lowered his head, his eyes scanning the chaos outside.

Han Zhan grabbed his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialled Han Xin. The line clicked, and Ran Lan’s calm voice answered. Han Zhan demanded to speak to Han Xin and when his cousin’s voice ca through the phone he told him what was going on. After a while he thrust the phone at Little Bai. "Send Han Xin our location," he ordered.

Little Bai nodded, his head still low, and took the phone. His fingers flew over the screen, sending their coordinates. Behind them, one of their security cars ramd an attacking SUV, forcing it off the guard rail. The explosion lit up the afternoon sky, a fiery testant to their desperate struggle. The convoy sped down the almost empty road, the tyres screeching against the asphalt.

Han Zhan’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. One of their security cars had been driven off the road, crashing into a tree. The car in front was under attack, two enemy SUVs ramming it from both sides. The security team fought back fiercely, sacrificing themselves to take out the attackers. But one enemy car remained, now rear-ending Han Zhan’s vehicle with relentless force.

A notification ca from the phone, and Little Bai opened the ssage with trembling hands. When the car was bumped from behind, the phone almost slipped out of his grasp. Little Bai held the phone firmly and said, "He said we should go to this address."

Han Zhan nodded, his mind racing. "Put it on the GPS," he said. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes darting between the road and the rearview mirror. Little Bai, his hands trembling, quickly inputted the address. The GPS voice calmly instructed, "Take the next exit."

Han Zhan gritted his teeth and swerved off the highway, the tyres screeching in protest. The enemy car followed closely, its halo lights glaring like the eyes of a predator. The chase continued a deadly dance on the deserted roads. Suddenly, several other cars erged from nowhere, joining the pursuit. Gunfire erupted, bullets pinging off the bulletproof SUV but failing to penetrate.

"Get the briefcase underneath my seat and get a gun," Han Zhan ordered. Lian and i, seated in the back, exchanged a quick glance before reaching under the seat. i’s voice was tense. "Uncle, we found it, but it’s locked."

"Three, five, seven, one," Han Zhan replied without hesitation. Lian punched in the numbers, and with a soft click, the briefcase unlocked. Inside, a small arsenal glead under the dim light. i handed a gun to Han Zhan, who then instructed, "Give one to Little Bai."

Little Bai shook his head frantically. "No, brother, I don’t know how to use it."

"Point and shoot. Now take it," Han Zhan commanded. Reluctantly, Little Bai took the gun from i, his hands shaking.

Just then, a bullet struck the back wheel, causing the SUV to lurch. Lian and i grabbed daggers from the briefcase, their eyes gleaming with fierce determination. Despite the flat tyre, Han Zhan kept driving, his focus unwavering.

The GPS announced, "You have reached your destination on the left." Han Zhan took a sharp left, the SUV skidding into an abandoned factory area. The pursuing cars followed, surrounding them. Gunfire erupted once more, a cacophony of violence.

Han Zhan got out of the car and exchange fire with their pursers. Little Bai climbed into the back seat, shielding Lian and i. "Don’t don’t be sca-scared, brother is here," he stamred and Lian and i looked at each other. Who was scared exactly? Them or Little Bai?

Little Bai’s hands trembled as he held the gun, sweat beading on his forehead. Han Zhan’s ammunition soon ran out, and he raised his hands in a feigned surrender. The enemy n rushed forward, but Han Zhan sprang into action, his fists and feet a blur of motion. Despite being outnumbered, his fighting prowess was unmatched.

The leader of the attackers, a man with a long scar on his face nad Die Banhan, watched with a scowl. "How troubleso," he muttered. He gestured for his n to open the car door. One of them did, and a shot rang out. Little Bai had pulled the trigger, but the bullet went wide. The man grabbed Little Bai by the hair and dragged him out of the car before forcing him to kneel with a gun to his temple.