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.

in shock at the men scattered across the ground, then looked up to see Vincent walking

Rosalie, pinched her chin, and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his thumb. "Didn't I tell you? Begging them is

disbelief. She hadn't expected this man to be so powerful, taking down

Rosalie noticed blood seeping from Vincent's shoulder.

saw that he had been shot in the shoulder. Only

he also had to protect Rosalie. In the process, he

reached out and

a handkerchief, using it to staunch

woman's flustered yet concerned expression, Vincent's

and grabbed a gun from the ground. He aimed it at her, his eyes filled with vicious,

pulled Rosalie into his arms and spun in the air swiftly. Like a fortress, he shielded her

out, and

whistle. A

teeth, refusing to let go of Rosalie. Blood poured uncontrollably from