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.

temporarily blinded, Michael relied on his heightened senses. He could track the robed man’s

the blade fell to the floor. Michael’s

“Got you”

shake 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

grip was unyielding.

He had plenty of unfinished business. Years 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

jaw in desperation and

what the

Cortez, watch our someone

palm was the last remaining C

at this one chance. He was betting that Michael would value his own life too much to let

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