The small square was eerily quiet; it ought to have been chaos with hundreds of people here. Yet, the only noise was Wang Yingying's shouting, with all eyes focused on him.
Some had red eyes, brimming with tears, while others displayed faces full of disappointment.
The most emotional of all was the tiger sitting at the back. A tough man in all his glory, tears streamed down his face. Having stood by Wang Yingying's side, he had thought they were close brothers, but it turned out Wang Yingying had seen them merely as pawns all along.
Eventually, Wang Yingying stopped shouting, exhausted. He then looked at Xiang Yu with a complex expression. His life was in Xiang Yu's hands now.
"Done shouting?" Xiang Yu's face was emotionless, betraying no hint of his feelings, nor could anyone guess what he was thinking.
Xiang Yu watched the other man without speaking, then began to walk toward him step by step.
