Chapter 689

Having given his order, Pete charged forward first. Facing three Special Operations Unit agents head-on, Pete quickly found himself locked in a fierce battle. The clash of offense and defense was chaotic, but his tri-edged dagger gleamed coldly, standing out sharply amidst the flurry of movement. Seeing Pete fighting so ferociously, risking everything with no regard for his own safety, the robed man's earlier 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. The robed man shook off his doubts and launched himself at the five agents advancing toward him. The sound of clashing weapons echoed through the air, sparks flying as blades collided. Punches landed with sickening thuds, accompanied by grunts of pain. Occasionally, a spray of blood arced through the air as blades grazed flesh. Meanwhile, the remaini