Chapter 262: A Miserable Past!

In that instant, the street vendor's eyes sharpened, murderous intent spilling out like a drawn blade. A pressure surged from him, the kind only forged by someone who had lived through battlefields and bloodshed. It flared for a heartbeat, then vanished. Even so, Allan Dalton caught it. "Because… you were my soldier." Allan's voice trembled slightly. Back then, one shout had rallied the ranks. Crimson banners flew. Iron armor clanged. Blades rang in chorus. They had carved through a million...