Han Zhan removed Han Xin's hand, glancing over at Kai Wang. "Is that all of them?" he demanded.
"I should be," Xiang Yu replied. He kicked the man on the ground, rolling him over. The assassin groaned in pain, blood oozing from a deep gash in his thigh.
"I thought they liked to commit suicide when caught," Xiang Yu mused aloud.
Han Zhan scoffed, "He tried it, and I bashed his teeth in."
As the assassin looked up, despair turned to rage, and he spat out a torrent of curses aimed directly at Xiang Yu. Han Xin tensed, annoyance flashing through him.
He took a step forward, intent on silencing the man for good. But Xiang Yu held up his hand, urging him to stop.
Xiang Yu moved with measured steps, circling the man like a predator. He looked down at him with disdain, a sneer creeping onto his lips. "Do you know me?" he taunted, daring the man to respond.
