249: Chapter 249 What Yu Wants is You!

Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng rushed to Zhao Qian's residence without stopping.

Xiang Yu knew those two old fogies, Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng, were going to swindle Zhao Qian. He didn't want to go, so he planned to find an inn for a drink.

As he was walking down the street, he was suddenly and accidentally bumped into by someone.

The person's strength was not small, which slightly surprised Xiang Yu.

It was the first time he had met someone with such strength.

Xiang Yu couldn't help but look back at the man.

This man's height was not inferior to his, though he wasn't as muscular.

But he was still far stronger than an ordinary person.

Upon seeing him, the other party showed none of the fear typical of commoners.

"My apologies!"

The man gave an apologetic smile and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

He turned to leave.

Seeing the man apologize so politely, Xiang Yu originally intended to let it go.

Just as he withdrew his gaze and was about to continue to the inn for a drink, he turned his head back; he saw that the man was carrying a sharp sword on his back.

Xiang Yu frowned slightly.

He had a feeling that this person was likely not simple!

In Great Qin, it was not permitted to privately possess sharp swords.

Xiang Yu's own steel sabers were hidden in the carriage.

Yet this man dared to openly carry a sword on the street; his boldness was even greater than Xiang Yu's!

This person also held the qin law in even greater contempt than Xiang Yu did.

It was the first time Xiang Yu had seen someone so arrogant.

Given the man's great strength, it was clear he was extraordinary, which made Xiang Yu increasingly curious about his identity.

Driven by some inexplicable impulse, Xiang Yu followed him.

The man soon noticed he was being followed.

He tried to quicken his pace to shake off the person behind him.

But little did he know, Xiang Yu was sticking to him like a burr, refusing to let go.

Annoyed, the man turned around and asked Xiang Yu, "Brother, I've already apologized. Why are you still following me?"

Xiang Yu laughed and said, "You bumped into me and think you can just leave it at that?"

"Then what do you want?"

The man's expression turned cold as he spoke.

"What do I want?"

"I want something."

The corners of Xiang Yu's mouth curled up as he spoke with ill intent.

The man's brow furrowed; he had a bad premonition.

After speaking, with a sneer on his face, Xiang Yu reached out with overbearing force toward the sword strapped to the man.

Seeing Xiang Yu's move, the man thought to himself, "Oh no!"

The sturdy man before him had actually set his sights on his family heirloom sword.

This person was far too domineering; at the slightest disagreement, he moved to seize his sword.

He had accidentally bumped into the man and offered his apologies, yet the man still wanted to rob him of his precious sword.

He quickly grabbed the sturdy man's wrist, but the other's strength was much greater than he had imagined.

Earlier, when he bumped into him, he felt as if the man were a wall.

Now that he was facing him head-on, he realized this man's strength was terrifyingly immense.

He exerted every ounce of his strength.

Yet the sturdy man didn't even break a sweat; it was obvious he hadn't even used half his strength.

He was utterly shocked, unable to fathom how a person's strength could be so ridiculously great.

One should know that he himself was extremely strong, a well-known Strongman in his hometown.

It was precisely because of his strength and his skill with the sword that he had become a Captain of the Guards.

This time, he had been hired to escort grain from Jiangdong to Fangling.

After finishing his work, he was planning to find a place for a drink, but he never expected to bump into someone who would then harass him.

What surprised him even more was that the other party's strength was so incredible.

Seeing that the man was about to snatch away his heirloom sword, he instantly crouched down and used a clever maneuver to dodge.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he unwrapped the cloth around the sword, gripped the hilt with his right hand, and rested the blade against Xiang Yu's neck.

"Brother, I think we should just let this matter between us go!"

The man said in a low voice.

He was already doing his best to suppress his anger.

With the sword in hand, even if he didn't kill the man, he could poke a few bloody holes in his backside or thighs; it wouldn't take his life, but it would certainly teach him a lesson.

Seeing the sharp golden sword resting against his neck, Xiang Yu didn't panic at all.

He said with a smile, "Brother, how about we make a bet?"

"Oh?"

Seeing that the man remained unfazed even with a sword at his neck, the man couldn't help but admire his courage.

He asked, "I wonder, warrior, what kind of bet do you want to make?"

His tone and form of address had changed, showing his great appreciation for Xiang Yu.

"If Yu can escape, how about you give this sword to Yu unconditionally?"

Xiang Yu's tone was extremely certain, as if as long as he wished it, the sword in the man's hand would surely be his.

"Arrogant enough!"

The man chuckled.

He clearly didn't believe that, with the sword already at the man's neck, he could somehow turn the tables and escape from his hands.

But who was Xiang Yu? He possessed strength that could pull up mountains and a spirit that dominated the world. He instantly spun around, snatched the sword from the man's hand, and pinned him against a tree.

Xiang Yu held the man's sword, its edge now pressed against the man's own neck.

In just a flash, the roles of attacker and defender had been reversed.

"You lost!"

The corners of Xiang Yu's mouth curled up high, full of pride.

"Yu said that if Yu could escape, you would give this sword to Yu unconditionally."

"Now, Yu shall take this sword."

After Xiang Yu finished speaking, he took the sword and prepared to leave.

In truth, he didn't really want the sword.

He had steel sabers that were stronger than any Bronze Sword.

He simply wanted to get to know the man.

Xiang Yu was certain that the man would definitely ask for the sword back.

Through these interactions, he could learn more about the man's background.

Those two old fogies, Xiang Liang and Fan Zeng, always felt that Xiang Yu was straightforward and lacked guile.

Xiang Yu indeed hadn't had much guile originally, but after spending so much time with those two old fogies, how could he not have learned a few tricks?

He was simply proud and disdained using such petty tricks.

But with this man, he felt a desire to befriend him, which was why he resorted to a few small tricks.

As Xiang Yu walked forward, the man followed behind.

This outcome was exactly as Xiang Yu had expected, and the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"What do you want!"

Xiang Yu pointed the tip of the sword at the man and asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Bumping into you, warrior, was my fault. I apologize to you once again."

The man cupped his hands and bowed in apology once more.

Then, he said sincerely, "warrior, this sword was given to me by my father on his deathbed. I hope you can return it to me."

"If you want money, I can give it to you."

"Yu does not want your money; what Yu wants is you."

Xiang Yu stared at the man with burning eyes.

"Ah!"

The man was startled.