In his mind, the voice of the Divine Emperor resonated, calm and steady. "That's one of the assassins sent to kill Han Xin."
Xiang Yu's lips curled into a smirk. "How many are there?"
"Two. They thought they could sneak up on him and claim the reward first."
"Good," Xiang Yu muttered, his clenched fist tightening his grip. "Then let Xin-ge's wife give them their reward."
The Divine Emperor sighed before asking, "What reward is that?"
Xiang Yu's smirk widened as he started to follow the figure, his steps deliberate and silent. "One ticket to hell."
The Divine Emperor fell silent for a moment before responding with a faint, amused exhale. "... Fair enough."
The night swallowed Xiang Yu as he moved, his determination unwavering. If anyone was going to threaten Han Xin, they would have to go through him first. This venerable one wasn't known for being merciful.
