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 and charged forward teeth

deep gash on his arm, dripping steadily onto his elbow

by Pete’s struggles,

face. His once–pristine white shirt

moment of distraction was all it took One of the Special Operations Unir agents exploited the opening, driving a slurp blade into the driver’s abdomen with a

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

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

bis eyes still find on Pete

agents split up, coordinating to

from a distance without involving himself Or

robed man or Pese would

against eight trained agents,

attacks with no time to catch his breath. If things continued, he would surely be worn

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