Meeting the Dragon Head.
Chief Xi reached into his folder and pulled out a stack of photographs, placing them deliberately in front of him. The photos were of a sleek, red Mustang, its polished surface gleaming under the streetlights.
"Do you recognize this car?" Chief Xi's voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.
Xiang Yu let out a soft, throaty chuckle. "Isn't that obvious?"
"Answer the question, please," Chief Xi insisted, his tone firm.
Xiang Yu's smile faded, replaced by a cold, hard stare. "I am being generous speaking to you right now, so don't play games with me. Otherwise, I will lose my patience."
Chief Xi licked his lips, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his temple. Dealing with Xiang Yu was unlike dealing with the small-time street thugs he was used to. It was like facing the final boss in a game, and the pressure was immense. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.