Xiang Yu had intended to use the elevator to go directly to the top floor when he suddenly heard footsteps at the stairwell. Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of a shadow calmly descending from above.
The figure glanced at Xiang Yu and then started heading outside.
"Stop right there," Xiang Yu suddenly called out. He wasn't sure it was the person he was looking for, but being encountered by someone at this late hour was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
Upon hearing Xiang Yu's shout, the figure broke into a run.
Xiang Yu was certain it was him and promptly gave chase. The man was fast, and he was about to get away. Xiang Yu drew his dagger and threw it at the man's neck. It was clear that the person was no ordinary individual; he seemed to sense the incoming dagger and dodged by tilting his head, the blade grazing his neck and leaving behind a streak of blood.
