Return of the Crowned Heiress

Having ghen his der Pete charged forward first.

this tri–edged dagger gleamed

Facing the Special Operations Unit agents head–on. Pero qukkly and sell locks in a fierce buns. The clash of offense and defense was chaotic, but h polch, standing out sharph amit the flurry of movement

Sering Pete lighting so freochovaly, risking everything with no regard for his own safety, the robed man’s eller frustration toward him began to fade. Although Pete had botched their plans repeatedly, costing them dearly, at least he wasn’t abandoning ship now. Even in this life–and–death situation, Pete stayed to fight instead of running

robed man shook off his doubts and launched himself at the live agents advancing toward bles

thuds, accompanied by grunts of p

pain. Occasionally, a spray of blood

The sound of clashing weapons echoed through the air, sparks flying as blades collided Punches landed with: ared through the pas blades grazed flesh

he was cutimi ed, the driver still roared and charged forward teeth grined

his elbow and maing

by Pete’s struggles, shouted, “Mr.

down his face. His

was all it took One of the Special Operations Unir agents

in his abdomen. He looked down and saw blood pooling from the wound. The reality of it hit

fading rapidly. He was already in a disadvantaged situation to begin with. Now, he had lost all ability to retaliate.

collapsed with a beary thud, bis eyes still find on Pete with

split up, coordinating to encacle Fete

the sore fold from a distance without involving himself Or rather, there was no need for him to be

robed man or Pese would be escaping this

eight trained agents,

his breath. If things continued, he

tri–edged dagger in his hard that he had managed to hold off