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

was cutimi ed, the driver still roared

arm, dripping steadily onto his elbow and maing smeared wet, blood and dirt, and his usually immaculate hair clung messily to

Pete’s struggles, shouted, “Mr.

down his face.

of distraction was all it took One of the Special Operations Unir agents exploited the opening, driving

his abdomen. He looked down and saw blood pooling from the wound. The reality

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

still find on Pete with worry and urgency. Even at

curves down, tive agents split up, coordinating to encacle Fete and

involving himself Or rather, there

or Pese would

himself under komense pressure. He was killed, but against eight trained agents,

time to catch his breath. If things continued, he would surely

quick reaction speed and the formidable tri–edged dagger in his hard that he had managed to hold off