By the time Wu Yue saw Feng Lan's delicate appearance, she had already confirmed that Feng Lan had fallen in love with Xiang Yu.
A fleeting, ferocious glint flashed through her eyes but was quickly replaced by a façade of normalcy, and she struck up a casual conversation with Feng Lan.
Xiang Yu and his two companions were confined to a pitch-dark room, presumably a basement. Darkness enveloped them, obscuring all sight, yet a piercing stench of blood reached their nostrils.
Especially Tie Zhuzi, who was particularly sensitive; his keen sense of smell felt like a curse in this instance.
"Bro Yu, I think we should call that kid Shi Jian. We've made it home only to be bullied like this," Tie Zhuzi complained.
"Don't talk nonsense," Xiang Yu quickly cautioned.
They had indeed returned to City Number One, but others didn't know that they had a stronghold even here.
Realizing his mistake, Tie Zhuzi clammed up immediately.
