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

confronted the driver. Knowing he was cutimi ed, the driver still roared and charged forward teeth grined in

deep gash on his arm, dripping steadily onto his elbow

by Pete’s struggles, shouted, “Mr.

down his face. His once–pristine white shirt

all it took One of the Special Operations Unir agents exploited the opening, driving a slurp blade into the

blood pooling from the wound. The reality of

fading rapidly. He was already in a disadvantaged situation to begin with.

driver collapsed with a beary thud, bis eyes still find

up, coordinating to

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

Pese would be escaping this

killed, but against eight trained agents, even his best efforts were barely enough to

fighting off attacks with no time to catch his breath. If

mediocre at best. It was thanks to his quick reaction speed and the formidable tri–edged dagger in his hard that he had managed to hold off els. Otherwise, he would we been