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.

relied on his heightened senses. He could track the robed man’s movements by the shift of

blade fell to the floor. Michael’s iron

“Got you”

dist on his lashes before slowly opening his bloodshot eyes to look at the robed man. His lips curled into a

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

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

desperation and raised his

caught sight of what

watch our someone

robed man’s palm was the last remaining

go down with me, Captain Cortez?” The robed man laughed coldly, seemingly gambling at this one chance. He was betting that Michael would value his

his wrist, tossed the key into a nearby thicket. “Go ahead. Detonate it. If I can’t bring you in, I’ll gladly go