Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 690

Pete struggled to look at the robed man, his voice hoarse as he whispered, "Sir, I've done my best. The rest is up to you. What I handed you just now are two C4 explosives. Use them wisely. If you can't hold out, blow open an escape route and get yourself out of here. Don't worry about me…"

The robed man was momentarily moved.

He hadn't expected Pete to hand over their last-ditch lifeline. For a moment, the cold and calculating man faltered.

The robed man nodded solemnly, his voice low but resolute as he said, "Don't worry. I'll come back for you."

Pete forced a faint smile, weakly nodding. "I believe you."

The robed man gripped one of the C4 explosives, molding it into an irregular shape as he scanned his surroundings. While holding off the advancing agents, he steadily made his way toward the wrecked SUV.

The Special Operations Unit team was mindful of their orders to take the suspects alive. Their attacks, though relentless, were measured and non-lethal, hoping to wear the robed man down instead of outright killing him.

The robed man seized that opportunity and successfully moved closer to the SUV.

When he was roughly a few steps away, Michael, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines, narrowed his eyes. Michael noticed the robed man grabbing something in his hands and knew that he had made brief contact with Pete earlier.

However, due to Michael's obstructed view earlier, he could not see what the robed man was holding in his hand.

However, the robed man's gradual retreat triggered Michael's instincts. A sudden sense of danger gripped him. Michael stepped forward and barked, "Scatter! Move back!"

However, it was too late.

But now, he decided to do it himself.

Michael took off his gloves and tossed them aside. He instructed two other agents to tend to the wounded while he went after the robed man.

The robed man was hiding behind the SUV. The reinforced, blast-resistant vehicle shielded him from all damage. But before he could catch his breath, he could feel a chill run down his spine.

He instinctively looked up just in time to see a lithe figure landing on the top of the SUV with a single leap, then he hopped off the top of the car almost immediately. By the time the robed man looked up and registered what was happening, an iron fist smashed into his face with unrelenting force.

A sickening crunch reverberated as the robed man let out a guttural scream. The punch landed squarely on his eye socket, shattering it instantly. Blood and tears mixed as they streamed down his face, his vision dissolving into a blur of red and black.