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.

the robed man’s movements by

the floor. Michael’s iron grip clamped down on the man’s wrist,

“Got you”

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 around the robed man’s

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

He had plenty of unfinished business. Years of meticulous planning were all leading to this moment, the once–in–a–lifetime opportunity.

desperation and raised

what the robed

Cortez, watch

man’s palm was the last

seemingly gambling at this one chance. He was betting that Michael would value his own life too

Michael simply chuckled. He clicked the other end of the handcuff around his own wrist and, with a casual flick of his wrist, tossed the key into a nearby thicket. “Go ahead. Detonate it. If I can’t bring you in, I’ll gladly go down with you,” Michael said, his tone steady and indifferent. He was dismissive of the threat of getting