Hose him down
Han Xin walked towards the bound Die Liang, who lay on the floor looking as if he were facing the executioner. Die Liang's terror was palpable; he crawled back, his face flushed with fear. He was even more terrified than when facing Xiang Yu. In fact, he would rather face Xiang Yu right now instead of Han Xin.
Han Zhan, observing the scene, couldn't help but comment, "What was Xiang Yu wearing? The pink cap with fluffy pom-poms and that ripped sweater were truly hard to ignore. If only they had sent the entire get-up with the face mask, it would have been more interesting to look at."
Han Xin, hands in his pockets, wasn't concerned with Xiang Yu's attire. His focus remained on Di Liang. Han Zhan, not expecting a response, settled onto the couch and remarked, "Xiang Yu is truly efficient. It didn't take him long to do the job. I like his efficiency."