Xiang Yu pushed aside the loose floor vent. It moved easily, revealing a dark opening beneath. He peered inside, the faint glow of his torch casting shadows on the smooth, stone walls.
The tunnel stretched out before them, straight and quiet. It looked like part of the city's underground system; clean, even, built with purpose.
He couldn't help but think the overseer was truly remarkable. To plan spies in each territory and have an escape route ready. That took skill and patience. It was smart, dangerous work. Xiang Yu felt a flicker of admiration. If it weren't that this bitch had hurt Han Xin, he might have loved to have a mother like her.
Without hesitation, he stepped in first. He shone his torch ahead, the light bouncing off the walls. "Jump in," he called softly to Lian and Mei. They nodded, quick to slide down into the darkness. Han Xin was last. He paused momentarily, glancing back at the vent, then closed it quietly before following.
