Xiang Yu felt a sharp pang in his heart hearing Han Xin say that it hurt. The sight of Han Xin in pain was unbearable. He quickly turned to the butler, who was struggling to get up, and demanded, "Get me a first aid kit."
The group of bodyguards, who bore several cuts and contusions, were flabbergasted. Compared to them, Han Xin wasn't as injured, yet he was the one being pampered. They couldn't help but wonder since when Han Xin had become so soft. This was the same man who got his arm dislocated in the past and didnt even flinch as he put it back in place himself. It was incredibly puzzling.
The butler, clutching his abdomen, staggered out of the office. Han Jing, unable to contain his anger any longer, yelled, "You ruined my family home, yet this is what you have to worry about?" His veins protruded at the sides of his neck and temples as he spat out his rage.
