When Wu Qi killed King Zhang Qiu with a sword, Liu Bang, who had gone millions of miles away, suddenly gave a cold snort. He rolled up his left sleeve to reveal a string of twelve red jade beads, and saw that one of them had burst into powder, falling off his wrist.
Zhang Liang, who had fled with him, frowned. A faint sneer hung on his lips as he said in a low voice, "Oh, King Zhang Qiu is dead? What a waste! He was such an obedient chess piece!"
Brushing the dust off his wrist, Liu Bang said indifferently, "He's no more than a chess piece of little importance. Well, Zhang Qiu's death does serve a purpose. At least now no one will fight against that one for the right to the throne, and he will have no other choice but to do as he's bid."
