AN: Happy Thanksgiving. Love you all!
A menacing smile spread across Xiang Yu's face, the kind that sent shivers down spines and whispered promises of retribution. He answered the call, the sound of the butler's voice crackling through the speaker, laden with urgency.
"Sir, your presence is being requested at the mansion. For every hour you don't appear, the master will make things difficult for young master Han."
Xiang Yu chuckled softly, but it was a chilling sound, laced with an anger that radiated from him like heat from a fire. The butler's smile faltered, the tension palpable. "Relax, old man. No need for threats. I am already on my way," he replied, his voice smooth yet foreboding.
