"Enough! Ziyuan, let's go!"
Yang Biao was not afraid of death, and Yang Xiu was not here either. He could be said to have no weaknesses at all.
Cao Cao could do nothing with this old bastard. He could not kill him, simply could not.
"You don't even dare kill someone? Cao Thief, you truly are a spineless descendant of eunuchs!"
Veins bulged all over Cao Cao's face at those words, but he still restrained his fury and quickened his steps away.
Seeing that Cao Cao still would not kill him after such humiliation, Yang Biao grew desperate.
Cao Cao had brought soldiers to his door today. If he did not die in his own home, how could he secure his reputation for loyalty and righteousness?
Yang Biao looked around, finally fixing his gaze on a nearby wall. His eyes immediately lit up.
Since he could not die by the Cao Thief's own hand, being driven to death by him would achieve the same purpose.
He immediately took off his hat, lowered his head, and charged straight at the wall!
Thud!
A dull sound came from behind them. Cao Cao and Xu You looked toward it, and both instantly paled with shock!
A glaring splash of blood stained the white wall. Yang Biao lay on the ground, his head split and bleeding, his fate unknown.
"Has this old bastard truly gone mad?"
Cao Cao found it utterly absurd. He had refused to kill Yang Biao, yet Yang Biao had rammed his head into a wall to kill himself?
What the hell was going on? Was he that impatient to die?
Xu You's pupils shook with shock as well. He had never imagined that Yang Biao would do something as unyielding as smashing his head against a wall to kill himself