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 shift of

as the blade fell to the floor.

“Got you”

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 around

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

leading to this moment, the once–in–a–lifetime opportunity. If he missed this, he would never

in desperation and

of what the robed man was holding,

watch our

man’s palm was

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

“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 blown