New Three Kingdoms Tales: Starting as the expressionless Liu Bei

After some deliberation, Yuan Shao suddenly stood up from his position as leader of the alliance, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire scene. Finally, his eerie green eyes fixed on Liu Bei.

He suddenly laughed. The laugh came out of nowhere, sending a chill down the spines of everyone in the hall.

He reached out and beckoned to Liu Bei, his tone carrying an undeniable air of "kindness."

"Xuande, come here, come here. I have something important to discuss with you."

The hairs on Liu Bei's back stood on end instantly, and a chilling sense of danger shot up his spine like a venomous snake to the top of his head.

Something's not right! Alarm bells were ringing in his head, but his face remained calm. He simply stood there motionless, cupped his hands in a slight bow, and spoke with just the right amount of apology:

"Brother Benchu, it's really unfortunate. I twisted my ankle last night and it's been difficult for me to move around. My second and third brothers had to carry me here this morning. If you have something to say, please speak frankly. We're all family here, so there's no need to be so formal."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Fei snorted coldly from behind and roared at Yuan Shao at the top of his lungs:

"Yuan Shao! Who is my brother? He's a descendant of royalty, a man of noble birth! You want my elder brother to go there personally? If it weren't for my brother's benevolence, would you even be the leader of this alliance?!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Bei's blood pressure spiked, and he turned around abruptly, glaring fiercely at Zhang Fei.

That brute can't control his loose tongue, no matter where he goes. He even dared to provoke Yuan Shao right in front of him. Does he think I'm living too comfortably and want to give me a hard time?

Is this brute truly stupid, or is he deliberately trying to trip me up? Liu Bei's mind raced, Zhang Fei's rude words still echoing in his ears.

He clenched his fists secretly, having made up his mind.

From this day forward, we must never allow Zhang Fei, that brainless brute, to run rampant again!

He had previously suffered from a lack of information and had no idea that he had a trump card that could restrain these two.

He was now certain that he could temporarily control Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, even if only temporarily, it would mean he truly had the upper hand.

Having made up his mind, Liu Bei no longer hesitated, turned around and shouted at Zhang Fei in a low voice, "Third brother, don't act rashly!"

He paused, then unleashed his most ruthless trump card, "For this mistake, you're forbidden from drinking for three days. If you cause trouble again, you'll never touch a drop again for the rest of your life!"

Zhang Fei was a heavy drinker, and upon hearing this, his previous arrogance was instantly extinguished.

He shrank his neck, let out a reluctant gurgling sound in his throat, and obediently shut his mouth.

Liu Bei snorted coldly, secretly laughing to himself: You little brat, I can't handle you.

He held two things in his hands, enough to control Guan Yu and Zhang Fei. The first was to threaten them with suicide to force them to obey.

The second thing is wine. In this new Three Kingdoms, wine is an incredibly sacred thing, perhaps containing the power of destiny.

Anyone who has tried it is irresistibly drawn to it. To truly give it up is worse than death.

After reprimanding Zhang Fei, Liu Bei slowly turned around and turned his gaze back to Yuan Shao.

His expression remained calm and composed, his words carrying just the right amount of apology:

"Brother Benchu, I'm sorry. My third brother is just a boorish butcher and wine seller, and he's naturally rude. I hope he will forgive him for any offense he may have caused."

Yuan Shao's face remained gloomy, clearly angered by Zhang Fei's words.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging anger, and tried to make his tone as calm as possible:

"It's like this, Xuande. I heard that Mengde gifted you a precious treasure. I'd like to make a deal with you. Name your terms, and I'll try my best to fulfill them."

"Oh?" Liu Bei's mind raced, but his face remained impassive.

After a moment's thought, he understood. The treasure that made Yuan Shao so humble and plead for must be Gongsun Zan's eyeball.

He sneered inwardly: Does Yuan Shao think I'm a fool? What conditions could possibly compare to Gongsun Zan's eyes?

He didn't point it out, but simply lowered his eyes slightly, feigning deep thought. After a moment, he slowly raised his head.

"If Brother Benchu ​​wants it, of course you can." He paused deliberately, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips. "However, I'm afraid Brother Benchu ​​cannot fulfill this condition."

These words piqued Yuan Shao's interest. What conditions could even he, Yuan Shao, not meet?

He leaned forward slightly, his tone tinged with urgency and disbelief: "Xuande, please speak freely. As long as it's within my power, I will try my best to fulfill your request!"

Liu Bei clasped his hands in a fist and bowed solemnly to Yuan Shao, thus beginning his performance.

"I am not a person who covets fame and fortune. I only need the court to appoint me as a Grand General."

"Bei is not a person who covets wealth and status. He only needs one million taels of gold."

"Bei Geng is not a man who lusts after beautiful women. Ten thousand beauties are enough for him."

"Bei is definitely not a drunkard. A million jars of fine wine will suffice."

"Prepare..."

He was about to continue speaking when Yuan Shao's face turned from flushed to ashen. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups jump.

"Liu Bei! You've gone too far!" His voice trembled sharply with rage. "If you don't want to exchange, just say so! Why make such absurd demands to toy with me!"

Liu Bei remained expressionless, spreading his hands with an innocent look, his tone full of innocence and helplessness:

"Brother Benchu, that's not right of you. Didn't you tell me to make this request? Besides, my request isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Yuan Shao was so angry that he trembled all over and almost fainted on the spot. He held onto the corner of the table with one hand and clutched his chest with the other, panting heavily and trying desperately to calm himself down.

Just then, Yuan Shu's seemingly sincere voice drifted over unhurriedly:

"Brother, I think Xuande's terms are negotiable. If we brothers go back to the Yuan family, gather these things, and then trade with Xuande, we'll definitely make a profit."

Yuan Shu's face was full of sincerity, but his eyes concealed a hint of pleasure that was not easily noticed by others.

He was already laughing wildly to himself: Yuan Shao, Yuan Shao, you've finally met your match!

"puff!"

Yuan Shao could no longer suppress his surging blood and qi. A mouthful of scarlet blood gushed from his mouth, splattering onto the command desk in front of him and staining the bamboo slips that Huang Gai had cleaved in two.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then abruptly waved his hand and gave the order. His roar, filled with the madness instilled by the strange force, echoed throughout the entire command platform.

"Where are the executioners?! Charge! Kill Liu Bei! Whoever beheads Liu Bei will be rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold and ennobled as a marquis with ten thousand households!"

What?

Before Liu Bei and his companions could react, countless heavily armored swordsmen and axemen emerged from the shadows like ghosts from around the previously empty command platform.

Holding gleaming blades, they all fixed their gazes on Liu Bei, like a pack of wolves surrounding a lone beast.

Liu Bei's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: "This is bad. I've pushed Yuan Shao too far; he's going to explode!"