Three Kingdoms: Ten Times Speed, Diao Chan Says I'm Too Fast

"Why can't we sit where others are sitting?"

Zhang Bao stared at Zhang Jiao with bloodshot eyes, his hand gripping the empty wine cup tightly.

"Second brother."

Zhang Liang, who was standing nearby, quickly stood up and reached out to pull Zhang Bao: "Second brother, let's not talk about this anymore. Eldest brother is doing this for the good of our family."

However, Zhang Bao shook off Zhang Liang, who reached out to pull him.

A hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Liang, who was watching from the side, was stunned.

"Second brother... what... what are you going to do?" Zhang Liang's eyes were filled with panic.

Zhang Bao glared fiercely at Zhang Liang and said, "Third brother, don't you understand?"

"At this point, we have no way out!"

"Big brother!"

Zhang Bao, clutching his wine cup, looked at Zhang Jiao and said frantically, "Now we have hundreds of thousands of troops. As long as we march south and fight our way into Luoyang, we can change the dynasty!"

"If we can defeat the imperial army once, we can defeat it twice."

"Now there is no imperial army in Ji Province that can stop us."

"As long as we cross the Yellow River and head south, we can fight our way into Luoyang."

“Brother, if you’re unwilling to do this, fine, I won’t force you. Just hand over your military power to me.” Zhang Bao gestured towards Zhang Jiao and said, “Brother, you can just sit back and enjoy the fruits of my labor. Once I’ve captured Luoyang, I’ll make you emperor!”

"Pass the throne to me after you die!"

Zhang Jiao, sitting in the main seat, took a deep breath and then slowly shook his head.

His expression gradually turned to disappointment.

Were they the ones who defeated Lu Zhi?

Not at all.

If they relied solely on their strength, they wouldn't be able to defeat Lu Zhi.

It was already a miracle that they survived Lu Zhi's offensive.

“Second brother…” Zhang Jiao shook his head and said disappointedly, “You’ve oversimplified everything.”

"By you?"

"With us?"

"It will only push all the followers of Taiping Dao into the abyss in the end."

“I cannot stand by and watch you lead hundreds of thousands of followers of the Way of Peace to their deaths.”

“I can forgive you,” Zhang Jiao said, frowning. “Three years ago, when the Yuan family came, I refused them.”

"But they came to you, didn't they?"

"You think I don't know that you were involved in that assassination attempt?"

"Without your involvement, those assassins would never have been able to infiltrate my ranks."

"I don't blame you, because people are always blinded by power and wealth at times."

"But I cannot stand by and watch you kill hundreds of thousands of people for your own selfish desires."

As Zhang Jiao spoke, he shook his head and said, "Stop, Second Brother. All of this is just a vain dream. I told you, as long as you relinquish your power, we brothers can live in seclusion in the mountains and disband the Way of Peace. Wouldn't that be better?"

Zhang Liang, who was standing next to Zhang Jiao, stood there stunned.

With a look of fear in his eyes, he asked Zhang Bao, "Second brother... eldest brother... is what eldest brother said true?"

"You...you conspired with the Yuan family to assassinate my elder brother?"

While in Quliang City, Zhang Jiao was in a coma.

Although they weren't in dire straits at the time, Zhang Liang had no choice but to obey Zhang Bao.

However, this was on the condition that Zhang Bao did not say he wanted to harm their elder brother.

He simply led the believers in Quliang City to fight back against the imperial army.

The assassination attempt three years ago almost cost Zhang Jiao his life.

Ultimately, it left behind an incurable condition.

Zhang Liang knew all of this.

Zhang Liang never expected that the assassination attempt three years ago was actually a conspiracy between Zhang Bao and the Yuan family.

boom!

There was a crisp sound.

Zhang Bao threw the cup he was holding onto the ground, and it shattered into pieces.

As Zhang Bao smashed the cup as a signal, the Yellow Turban warriors, hidden behind the screen in the hall, rushed out, one holding a dagger in one hand and a sword in the other.

Outside the hall, a large number of Yellow Turban warriors wielding swords rushed in.

brush!

Zhang Bao drew the sword from his waist.

"Second brother, what... what are you going to do!"

Even if Zhang Liang is stupid.

By this time, they had already figured out Zhang Bao's intentions.

"Second brother, I trusted you so much, eldest brother trusted you so much... how... how could you..."

puff!

With a fierce look in his eyes, Zhang Bao plunged his knife directly into Zhang Liang's abdomen.

Zhang Liang, who was close to Zhang Bao, suddenly widened his eyes.

Extremely incredulous, he stared at Zhang Bao, who was so close to him, with shock and pain.

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Bao roared repeatedly, "I didn't want to either! I didn't want to either!"

"It's all my fault, brother. Why is the court so corrupt? Why don't you rebel when you have the ability?"

Zhang Bao gripped the knife hilt tightly with one hand, then rotated it inside Zhang Liang's abdomen: "Third brother, don't blame me, blame the eldest brother."

"He killed you, not me!"

Why are you taking his side?

"Wouldn't it be nice to come to Luoyang with me and become emperor together?"

"Wouldn't it be better to come to Luoyang with me and become emperor? Why are you speaking up for him? He's about to die, yet he's trying to drag us down with him."

crazy.

Duan Yu looked at Zhang Bao with a cold smile.

This person is clearly insane.

"Third brother."

A gasp of surprise rang out from Zhang Jiao.

Anxious, Zhang Jiao stood up, but due to his excitement and injuries, he coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed back to his original position.

Zhang Bao pulled the knife out of Zhang Liang's body.

As Zhang Liang drew his straight knife, blood spurted from his abdominal cavity.

Zhang Liang, clutching his wound, looked down at the blood on his hand in disbelief.

Then he looked up at Zhang Bao again.

He then fell backward, lying on the ground bleeding and convulsing.

The hall fell silent.

"brute....."

Zhang Jiao's mouth was full of blood.

Perhaps before coming here today, Zhang Jiao had considered that Zhang Bao might draw his sword against him.

But no one expected that the first person to die at Zhang Bao's hands would be Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang was the one who always acted as a peacemaker, hoping that the brothers could reconcile.

Zhang Bao gripped the murder weapon, stained with his brother's blood, tightly in one hand.

His gaze was fixed on Zhang Jiao, who sat in the main seat.

"Brother, this isn't my fault, it's all your fault."

With bloodshot eyes, Zhang Bao looked at Zhang Jiao with a half-smile and a crazed expression, saying, "You're clearly about to die, so why aren't you dead yet?"

"If you were dead, wouldn't all this trouble be avoided?"

"My third brother won't die either."

"You're the one who killed him."

"It wasn't me," Zhang Bao said, walking towards Zhang Jiao with his knife in hand.

By this time, over a hundred Yellow Turban warriors had crowded into the room.

These people were clearly Zhang Bao's subordinates whom he had trained for many years, and they knew exactly what was going to happen today.

These Yellow Turban warriors showed no panic, only excitement.

The merit of following the dragon has always been unparalleled.

If Zhang Bao succeeds in taking office today...

Therefore, everyone in this hall is essentially a contributor to Zhang Bao's future rise to power.

With a sinister grin, Zhang Bao walked towards Zhang Jiao and said, "Brother, don't worry, our family bloodline will not be broken!"

"I will carry on your legacy, march into Luoyang, and ascend the throne!"

"That great moment will be recorded in history books!"

Zhang Bao became increasingly erratic as he spoke.

Zhang Jiao, who was sitting in the main seat, was already pale and bloodless.

Zhang Liang, who was lying on the ground, had also died.

At this moment, Duan Yu, who had remained seated without moving, slowly stood up.

Then he gripped the hilt of the knife at his waist with one hand.

"Alright, that concludes my speech," Duan Yu said slowly.

Zhang Bao, who was walking towards Zhang Jiao, was taken aback.

He turned his head to look at Duan Yu with a surprised expression, then frowned: "What are you?"

"kill him!"

Zhang Bao gave the order.

From behind the screen, Yellow Turban warriors wielding sharp blades surged forth and, in the next second, obeyed Zhang Bao's command and pounced on Duan Yu.

brush!

There was a flash of cold light.

Duan Yu drew his sword and swung it behind him without turning his head.

The Yellow Turban warriors instinctively raised their round shields to defend themselves.

But the next second.

The round shields held by the Yellow Turban warriors attacking Duan Yu shattered instantly.

Blood sprayed.

Five or six Yellow Turban warriors were cut in half with a single stroke and fell to the ground.

Duan Yu walked towards Zhang Bao with his sword in hand, without turning his head.

Zhang Bao raised an eyebrow, completely unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

Pointing at Duan Yu, he shouted, "Attack! All of you, attack! Kill him!"