Xiao He exited Xiang Yu's bed chambers, his head lowered in shame and fear. He took two steps before suddenly bumping into someone. He was met with a pair of polished formal shoes and knew exactly who it was. He immediately stuttered, "So-sorry."
Xiao He wanted to walk away, but he felt a heavy force pressing him down, forcing him to kneel. The force was even more oppressive than Xiang Yu's. Xiao He felt he couldn't breathe, his consciousness being attacked by an invisible weight. He collapsed to the floor, scratching at his neck in a desperate attempt to breathe.
Han Xin glared at him with a deadly stare, but he didn't lay a hand on him, nor did he speak. Xiao He managed to let out a broken plea, "Ha-... ple-... spare... life."
