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

the driver. Knowing he was cutimi ed, the driver still roared and charged forward

from a deep gash on his arm, dripping steadily onto his elbow and maing smeared wet, blood and dirt, and his usually immaculate

driver, distracted by Pete’s

his face. His once–pristine white shirt

Special Operations Unir agents

sensation in his abdomen. He looked down and saw blood pooling from the wound. The reality of it hit him only after the trial shock

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

find on Pete with worry and

tive agents split up,

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

robed man or Pese would be escaping

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

to catch his breath. If things continued, he would

formidable tri–edged dagger in his hard that he had managed to hold off els. Otherwise,