Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 691

Along with the excruciating pain came a murderous intent that burned like wilddire in the robed man’s chest. Michael’s punch had ignited every ounce of fury within him

Meanwhile, Michael didn’t stop after landing his initial punch. After landing, he followed up with another equally fierce punch.

This time, the robed man was ready. He dodged with a toll, picked up some loose dirt from the ground as he did, and flung it straight at Michael.

A

gust of wind carried the dirt, scattering it across Michael’s face and body. Dirt clung to his lashes and hair, momentarily blinding him.

The robed man let out a low, menacing laugh. Seizing the opening, he lunged with a blade aimed straight at Michael.

being temporarily blinded, Michael relied on his heightened senses. He could track the

the floor. Michael’s iron

“Got you”

of his head, Michael got rid of the remaining dist on his lashes before slowly opening his bloodshot eyes to look at the robed man. His lips curled into a smile as he reached for a pair of handcuffs. In one swift motion, le clicked one cutt

robed man struggled and thrashed, but Michael’s grip was unyielding.

planning were all leading to this moment, the once–in–a–lifetime opportunity. If he missed this, he would never have another

tightened his jaw in desperation and

sight of what

watch our

palm was the last

was betting that Michael would value his own life too much to let this

nearby thicket. “Go ahead. Detonate it. If I can’t bring you in,