Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Chapter 907

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.

the men were utterly crushed by Vincent's relentless assault. One by one, they fell to the ground, utterly defeated

were now lying

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

chin, and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his thumb. "Didn't I tell you? Begging them is useless; it's better to beg

looked at him in disbelief. She hadn't expected this man to

noticed blood seeping from Vincent's shoulder.

that he had been shot in the

these men, he also had to protect Rosalie. In the process, he had taken

out and

out a handkerchief, using it to staunch the bleeding, her face

concerned expression, Vincent's lips curled into

the ground. He aimed it at her, his eyes filled with

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