Chapter 848

Darius' legs trembled uncontrollably in terror. It all felt like a nightmare. Allen had actually lost without even drawing his blade. His death was gruesome, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose. His face even twisted in agony. As Matthew advanced step by step, Darius dropped to his knees with a thud. He pleaded desperately, "Please don't kill me! I'm not an Eastorian. I'm on your side. I beg you, spare me!" Matthew's expression remained cold and silent as he continued to advance toward Darius. He had often seen in dramas how victors lost their edge because they talked too much, giving their opponents the chance to turn the tables. He believed that if someone died because they couldn't keep quiet, they deserved it. So, he reminded himself to keep silent when taking action. Seeing Matthew's silence only deepened Darius' fear. "I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have brought anyone here to find Uncle Tony. Please give me a chance. I don't want to die. I swear, if you let me