Xiang Yu's surprise deepened, though he kept his face composed. "Why me? I'm not good at teaching others."
Han Jing smiled a calculated expression. "Don't sell yourself short. I will pay you well for it."
Xiang Yu didn't relish the idea of dealing with Han Jia, but he disliked the thought of dealing with Han Jing even more. He decided it would be best to teach Han Jia quickly and return to his own affairs, particularly to pick up the twins.
"You are excellent with firearms, and you must be good at teaching," Han Jing continued, his voice smooth. "I heard you have twin girls so you must be a very patient man."
The mention of his two little cuties was deliberate, a thinly veiled threat. Xiang Yu knew it, and so did Han Jing. This was a way to remind Xiang Yu that Han Jing was aware of what he valued most.
