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."NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

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.

Rosalie stood up cautiously, wanting to flee. Suddenly, the man in black said, "Woman, if you dare step out of the door, I'll shoot the back of your head."

Although the man in black had his back toward Rosalie, he could sense her wanting to escape, as if he had eyes at the back of his head. Rosalie didn't dare risk her baby, and could only stand where she was.

The thuds were shocked, 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 of them stood up from the ground, and pounced on the man in black.

Rosalie yelled, "Watch out!"

Her warning came forth instinctively.

She didn't know who the 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 i

living hell again. One option wo

filled with uncertainties, while the other option was guaranteed to bring suffering. If she had to choose, she would rather choose the uncertainties.

The man in black smirked as he calmly watched the thugs charging toward him.

Rosalie was shocked to see what unfolded next.

The man in black was unfazed despite being surrounded by 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 the ground.

He was capable of subduing all of them easily, even without a gun.

He clearly looked like a fighter with years of training, and was no ordinary man.

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

There was a knife in his hand, which he pierced the thug's face with. He then pulled it out ruthlessly, spewing blood all over the place.

Shrieks of pain filled the place.

It was all too bloody for Rosalie, who was so frightened she put her hands over her eyes, not daring to witness the scene.

Bam, bam, bam!

Gunshots sounded by her ear-and then, it was silent. The shrieks of pain vanished without a trace.

Rosalie opened her eyes slowly, and

saw all the thugs lying on the ground The strong metallic smell of

blood filled her nose and her stomach churned. She turned around, and puked her guts out.