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

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

steadily onto his elbow

driver, distracted by Pete’s struggles,

his face. His once–pristine

the Special Operations Unir agents exploited the opening, driving a slurp blade into

blood pooling from

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

still find on Pete with worry

tive agents split up,

himself Or rather, there was no need for

Pese would be escaping

was killed, but against eight trained agents, even his best efforts were barely enough to hold his ground. He

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

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