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.

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

ground rang out as the blade fell to the floor. Michael’s iron grip clamped down on

“Got you”

his bloodshot eyes to look at the robed man. His lips

Michael’s grip was

leading to this moment, the once–in–a–lifetime opportunity. If he missed

jaw in desperation and

of what the robed man

Cortez, watch our someone

robed man’s palm was the

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

his own wrist and, with a casual flick of his wrist, tossed the key into a nearby thicket. “Go ahead. Detonate it. If