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

agents confronted the driver. Knowing he was cutimi

steadily onto his elbow and maing smeared wet, blood and dirt, and his usually immaculate hair clung

Pete’s

down his face. His once–pristine

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

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

this speed had slowed down, and his strength was fading rapidly. He was already in a disadvantaged situation

still find on Pete with worry and urgency. Even at

curves down, tive agents split up, coordinating

from a distance without involving himself Or rather, there was no need for him

robed man or Pese

killed, but against eight trained agents, even his best efforts

time to catch his breath. If things continued,

pration His tall was 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 passed to the ground by