Thinking about the murdered intellectuals, Xiang Yu thought of Xiao Xuan's father. He thought of Zhong Huashan with a Blue Eagle tattoo on his back.
"Could it be them?" Xiang Yu thought silently but didn't show it on his face. Instead, he looked at Gao Mantang and asked, "Why would they kill intellectuals?"
Gao Mantang also shook his head with a bitter smile, as if saying he didn't know, but also as if suggesting it was a difficult matter to speak of.
Seeing the other party not saying more, Xiang Yu didn't continue to ask. The two of them just sat there quietly for a long time.
Eventually, Xiang Yu stood up and left, leaving Gao Mantang sitting there alone. The conversation with Xiang Yu reminded him of many past events. He needed to be alone to calm down.
After leaving, Xiang Yu returned to the hotel. Compared to Gao Zhitao, he suddenly felt fortunate.
At least he still had his father and so many brothers around him.
