Chasing My Pregnant Wife

The other thugs huddled together in fright, looking at the man in black in fear.

"Our chief's dead. Please spare us! We're just insignificant minions who simply do as we are told! Please!"

"So you're innocent?" The man in black inched toward them step by step.

"Don't...don't... Don't come close, don't come close..." The thugs shook in fear.

Although he was just one man, the man in black was armed. His every move made him look like a fearsome demon, not at all human.

"What are you scared of? Aren't you thugs supposed to be fierce and vicious? I, like this lady, am only one person. Why are you so scared of me?" The man in black suddenly thought of something, and said, "Oh, right. It's because of the gun I'm holding. That's why you're so scared of me."

They were scared of the gun!

The man in black kept his gun in the holster strapped, on his waist and extended his arms. "I've put my gun away now. Are you still scared of me?"

Rosalie's eyes widened in shock. Was this man crazy? How would the thugs still be scared of him without his gun? He was just one person. How could he stand against all of them?

She truly felt that this man was crazy. Be it his actions or his words, they were all not that of an ordinary man.

up cautiously, wanting to flee. Suddenly, the man in black said, "Woman, if you dare step out of the door,

he could sense her

didn't dare risk her baby, and could only

so stunned by the man in black that they were frozen on the spot. Yet, when they saw him keeping his gun, they started exchanging glances with each other. They had been doing wicked things together for the longest time, and had developed rapport over the years. Some

came

man in black was, but she knew that if she were to end up in the hands of the thugs once more, she would be in living hell again. One option was filled with uncertainties, while the other option was guaranteed to bring suffering. If

black smirked as he calmly watched the thugs

to see what

halfza dozen men. He flipped one of them over his shoulder, and kicked another one-in less than a second, he beat them all to

of them easily,

clearly looked like a fighter with years of training, and was no

pain. The man in black approached the thug nearest to him, stomped on his foot and grabbed his hair, lifting his head up. There

pain

too bloody for Rosalie, who was so frightened she