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.

were utterly crushed by Vincent's relentless assault. One by one, they fell

now lying far away from her,

the ground, then looked up to see Vincent walking toward her, a faint

tears at the corner of her eyes with his thumb. "Didn't I tell you?

this man to be so powerful, taking

noticed blood seeping from Vincent's

that he had been shot in the shoulder. Only then did he

to protect Rosalie. In

and pressed against

fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, using it to staunch the bleeding, her face full of

the woman's flustered yet concerned expression, Vincent's lips curled

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

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