6kv Chapter 358 : Time to start the smoke
Chapter 358 : Time to start the smoke
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The one-eyed old man, paused for a breath before tossing the black wooden box into Das's hands. Das regarded the box with a sense of intrigue, his fingers running over its surface, tracing the contours of its surface.
After a quick thought, Das activated his special vision, a power that allowed him to perceive hidden truths. As his vision shifted, he looked into the contents of the box. But he instinctively took a step back in the next moment. His hands withdrew from the box with a sense of perplexity and caution, his eyes wide with realisation.
"What the heck! Why did this old guy bring a king cobra here." Das thought while controlling his racing heart.
Inside the black box, poised and ready to strike, lay a regal "king cobra," its sinuous form coiled, its deadly gaze fixed upon him. The creature was a potent symbol of danger and venom.
The king cobra within the box was not just a physical threat but a metaphorical challenge, a reminder that in the world of warriors, danger could emerge from the most unexpected places. As he stood before the box, Das knew that the true test had just begun. It was a trial not only of his physical abilities but of his mental fortitude and ability to confront the unexpected.
The one-eyed old man quickly deduced that Das had already discerned the nature of the contents within the box. His expression remained unyielding, a testament to his expectations of Das.
"Why are you staring at it like that?" the old man questioned, his voice unwavering. "Open the box and subdue it."
He leaned forward, his one good eye fixed on Das with a keen intensity. The old man's wisdom went beyond the physical aspects of combat; he recognized the significance of mental fortitude and the ability to remain composed in the face of the bizarre and unexpected.
"Even though I've given you ample training," the old man continued, releasing a swirl of white smoke from his cigar, "your natural instincts and the ability to maintain a cool head in bizarre situations will ultimately determine the depth of your capabilities. Do not waste my time; do it faster."
As Das placed the black box on the ground, he took a moment to center his emotions and steel his resolve.
With a hand that betrayed no tremor, Das unlocked the door of the black box. The box swung open like a gate to the unknown. In an instant, the silence was shattered as a sinister hiss filled the air.
"Shhh..."
With a speed that defied its serpentine form, a twelve-foot king cobra shot out from the confines of the box. Its venomous eyes locked onto Das, its intent clear. The cobra moved like an arrow, its lethal fangs bared and ready to strike.
The old man halted in his stride, and though he didn't turn to face Das, his presence carried a weight of wisdom and experience. He pondered for a moment before speaking, his words carrying the weight of a lifetime.
"Hmmhh... what could this old man ask for in this age?" he mused aloud, a touch of vulnerability in his voice. "All my worries are for my grand-daughter. Please take good care of her, if possible. She is raised with a golden spoon, adjusting by your side, in this place, is a big task for her."
As he spoke, the old man's gaze shifted towards Serena, who stood at a distance, her presence a reminder of the complexities of their world. His request was a testament to his love and concern for her well-being, a plea for Das to offer her guidance and support in the challenges that lay ahead.
Das nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the request, and the old man continued on his way, leaving behind a legacy of teachings and an unspoken understanding that transcended words.
As the one-eyed old man and his students departed, the once-bustling training grounds fell into a quiet solitude. The remnants of their rigorous training, the scattered weapons and equipment, were swiftly packed away. Das, however, remained alone in this vast arena, his thoughts cascading like water over rocks.
The king cobra, still bound to his hand with its coils and part of its serpentine form draped across his back.
Amidst the echoes of past teachings and the weight of future uncertainties, Das found clarity in his purpose. His thought were running crazily as he is thinking of a plan to deal with the Farus family young master in Delhi. The urgency of Natalia's predicament and the looming threat posed by the Farus family's young master left him with no room for hesitation.
"I think it's time to start the smoke." Das muttered after thinking of a plan to save the Natalia. He finally decided to put his ultimate goal into action. Das decided to put an end to the honeymoon period of Farus family and Aries family in India.
While thinking of necessary actions, Das began moving towards palace. With every step he took toward the palace, the cobra remained with him, its emerald scales glistening in the sunlight.
The palace grounds seemed to hold their breath as Das walked on, his presence commanding a respectful distance from the ladies who observed from afar. Their curious and cautious gazes were drawn not just to the enigmatic man but to the deadly serpent coiled around him.
Das serpent in left hand, Das picked up the satellite phone in the hall specially arranged for his communication with the shadow clan and skull organisation.
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