Hearing Xiang Yu speak these words so unabashedly, Shen San couldn't help but be taken aback. He had thought that Xiang Yu's goal was to become Zhong Huashan's personal bodyguard, after all, that was a position many dreamed of obtaining.
But now it seemed that Xiang Yu didn't care about that role at all, and from his words, it was evident that he didn't consider Zhong Huashan a big deal. At this moment, Xiang Yu's gaze was sharp and profound, as if it were a black hole that would trap anyone who looked into it, unable to extract themselves. That kind of indifference, that murderous intent, couldn't be feigned.
Sitting there, Shen San suddenly felt as if he was in an icy cave, surrounded by darkness, with only Xiang Yu's gaze and himself in the entire world.
It was then that he realized how little he actually knew about Xiang Yu. He had thought that in this city, he was the person who knew Xiang Yu best. Xiang Yu was skilled, very capable, and in another city, a dominant figure.
