The atmosphere hung heavy with tension as a shirtless man stood at the doorway, an unwelcome sight with his sweat-slicked skin gleaming under the dim light. His tattoos, an erratic collection adorning his arms, neck, and even tauntingly visible above his waistband.
A few bruises decorated his shoulder, fading but still visible, hinting at a recent altercation. He squinted at Han Xin and his men through the dishevelled curtain of greasy hair that fell across his forehead, irritation radiating from his scowl.
"What do you want?" His voice was low, a gravelly snarl that underscored his annoyance tinged with the slurring speech after having drunk a lot. It was clear he had been interrupted mid extra curriculum activity.
Han Xin's anger simmered in response, and with one deft motion, he unleashed his mental power. It surged around the man like an unseen vortex, palpable and threatening, pressing against him like a physical force. Where was Xiang Yu? Was he inside with this... man.
