Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

Suddenly, Vincent shot forward like a cheetah, moving with lightning speed.

His movements were swift and agile. His punches and kicks rained down like a storm, precise and deadly.

Before the group could react, half of them had already been knocked to the ground by Vincent.

Gunfire and the sounds of fighting echoed through the air.

Vincent's attacks were incredibly fierce, each strike filled with lethal precision, as if he were dancing with swords in the dark, the glint of blades flashing with deadly intent.

His footwork was exceptionally nimble. He darted through the crowd like a phantom, easily avoiding their attacks. His sharp eyes seemed to cut through the darkness, exposing every weakness of his opponents.

The scene descended into chaos. Rosalie attempted to escape, but no matter which direction she turned, she was blocked by the fighting men. She could only retreat, and in the end, she found herself back where she started. The scene was extremely dangerous, and one misstep could result in her getting hurt.

In no time, the men were utterly crushed by Vincent's relentless assault. One by one, they fell to the ground, utterly defeated and groaning in pain.

The men who had been surrounding Rosalie were now lying far away from her, and she was unharmed.

across the ground, then looked

of her eyes with his thumb. "Didn't I tell you? Begging them is

looked at him in disbelief. She hadn't expected this man to be so powerful, taking down all of

blood seeping from

saw that he had been shot in the

had to protect Rosalie. In the process, he had

reached out and pressed against

using it

concerned expression, Vincent's

grabbed a gun from the ground. He aimed it at her,

a second of hesitation, he pulled Rosalie into his arms and spun

rang out,

through the air with a sharp whistle. A tremendous force struck

tidal wave, but Vincent clenched his teeth, refusing to let