Han Zhan scratched his head, his expression incredulous. "How the fuck does he know these things? It's like he sees things others can't."
He paused, suspicion creeping into his tone. "Or maybe he's the one who brought those assassins here. To make himself look good in front of you."
Han Xin's voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. "You know it's not him."
Han Zhan threw up his hands. "See, see? If that's his plan, it's working."
Han Xin's jaw tightened as he turned away from the window. "Lock down the entire city. Invoke strict measures. No one moves without authorization."
Han Zhan nodded, though his frown lingered. "Okay. And you? What are you going to do?"
"I am going to talk to Xiang Yu," Han Xin said, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Han Zhan hesitated, then stepped in front of him. "Wait, wait, wait. Why does it have to be you? I can go talk to him."
