Xiang Yu pulled a rifle from the bag, inspecting it briefly before slinging it over his shoulder. The others selected their weapons with quiet precision.
"Use your awakened powers sparingly," Xiang Yu reminded them. "We don't want anyone draining themselves before it's necessary."
With that, he climbed into the front passenger seat. Han Zhan moved toward the driver's side, ready to slide behind the wheel but Han Xin stepped forward, stopping him without a word.
Han Zhan froze, eyes widening in disbelief. Was this really the same cousin? For a beat, he hesitated, then stepped aside, still stunned as Han Xin took the driver's seat and started the engine.
Xiang Yu studied him, amusement flickering in his eyes. His lips curved into the faintest smile, but Han Xin didn't return it.
He kept his gaze fixed straight ahead. Still, Xiang Yu could tell he was in a better mood.
