Chapter 846

Tony glanced at Allen, puzzled. "You're from Eastoria?" Allen's tone turned icy. "Scared? Not that it'll help. You're as good as dead!" Tony's face showed a flash of disdain. "Maybe if I were young and Eastoria was still strong, I might actually be afraid. But times have changed. Now, you Eastorians live in constant fear, worrying that one day, we'll come to settle old scores!" Allen's face flushed with anger as if someone had struck a nerve. He snapped, "I'm talking about you and me, not our countries, old man! You're about to die by my blade. Are you scared?" With that, Allen drew his blade from its scabbard. Its long, narrow edge gleamed with a chilling light under the lamp, filling the room with a deadly atmosphere. Tony stood tall, unshaken. "Scared of you? What's there to fear from a thief?" Allen's gaze turned icy. "Cafranian, who are you calling a thief?" "I'm calling you a thief," Tony said scornfully. "Eastorian medicine can't compare to our traditional medicine.