Xue San suddenly woke up, dazed and disoriented. His head throbbed like a drum, returning him to the harsh reality of his situation. He blinked against the harsh light and noticed Xiang Yu, who didn't even glance up from the device he was using.
"Oh, you are awake," he said casually as if Xue San's plight was of little concern.
Panic surged through Xue San. He struggled against the chair, scraping the floor with frantic movements, but the bindings held him fast.
"Stop moving," Xiang Yu warned, his glare sharp and fierce.
The look froze Xue San in place, terror spreading through him like ice. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "What do you want? Money? I can give you money," he pleaded, his voice shaky. "I... I can even give you precious nuclei."
Xiang Yu ignored him, remaining focused on the task at hand. Desperation clawed at Xue San. He licked his dry lips and added, "I swear you can take anything you want."
