Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Having ghen his der Pete charged forward first.

this tri–edged dagger gleamed

Facing the Special Operations Unit agents head–on. Pero qukkly and sell locks in a fierce buns. The clash of offense and defense was chaotic, but h polch, standing out sharph amit the flurry of movement

Sering Pete lighting so freochovaly, risking everything with no regard for his own safety, the robed man’s eller frustration toward him began to fade. Although Pete had botched their plans repeatedly, costing them dearly, at least he wasn’t abandoning ship now. Even in this life–and–death situation, Pete stayed to fight instead of running noveldrama

robed man shook off his doubts and launched himself at the live agents advancing toward bles

thuds, accompanied by grunts of p

pain. Occasionally, a spray of blood

The sound of clashing weapons echoed through the air, sparks flying as blades collided Punches landed with: ared through the pas blades grazed flesh

Meanwhile, the remaining five agents confronted the driver. Knowing he was cutimi ed, the driver still roared and charged forward teeth grined in defiance.

Pete wasn’t faring well. Blood seeped from a deep gash on his arm, dripping steadily onto his elbow and maing smeared wet, blood and dirt, and his usually immaculate hair clung messily to his forehead

The driver, distracted by Pete’s struggles, shouted, “Mr. Carrell

sweat trickling down his face. His once–pristine white shirt was

That moment of distraction was all it took One of the Special Operations Unir agents exploited the opening, driving a slurp blade

The driver felt a cold sensation in his abdomen. He looked down and saw blood pooling from the wound. The reality of it hit him only after the trial shock subsided.

He tried to fight back, but this speed had slowed down, and his strength was fading rapidly. He was already in a disadvantaged situation to begin with. Now, he had lost all ability to retaliate. Another kolébe must followed switch, sealing his fane

The driver collapsed with a beary thud, bis eyes still find on Pete with worry and urgency. Even at death, bis

With the curves down, tive agents split up, coordinating to encacle Fete and the obed man.

ichael watched the sore fold from a distance without involving himself Or rather, there was no need for him to be involved

setther the robed man or Pese would be escaping this time

The sabed man found himself under komense pressure. He was killed, but against eight trained agents, even his best efforts were barely enough to hold his ground. He was constantly on

lensive, fighting off attacks with no time to catch his breath. If things continued, he would surely be worn down

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However, out of the ten minutes Pete had promised the robed man, only there had passed. There were still seven long minutes until the rescue helicopter arrived. They had no choice but to

The red man out a gatturatat, thawing off an agent who had locked his arm around his neck. He slashed two others with his dagger, forcing them to eat. But before he could Gich his butt, Peret out a pained grunt.

Boliwing Mat, Prics Body Blew a good te beet away before crashing to the ground. He was kicked hard by one of the agents

“Pete” Are you alright?” the old shouted, lighting his way toward Pete’s position. He moved defensively, keeping a close eye on the sounding agents to prevent any sneak attacks.

Beta mengland several times and spat out a mouridol of blood. His face was as palle as a sheet, and he was too weak to get back on his fast.

The noted man was about to say potueshing when he suddenly felt something being pressed into his palm