Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"It's so lively in here. Am I interrupting something?"

A man's voice sounded from the door.

The men stopped whatever they were doing, and turned to look at the man at the door.

He was wearing a black shirt, a bo, and a black mask. He leaned leisurely against the door frame, and spoke in a low voice.

The abductor asked fiercely, "Who the hell are you?"

He seemed to be all alone, but he didn't look like the police, given the clothes he was wearing.

The man in black walked over slowly. "So many burly men bullying one lady. How shameful."

Rosalie's eyes widened as she looked doubtfully at the man. The aura he exuded felt familiar, as if she had met him before.

"Damn it, are you tired of living? Seize him!" The chief of the gang pointed angrily at the man in black.

Some of the thugs pulled out their knives and charged forward to seize the man in black, who leisurely pulled out a gun from his waist and shot upward twice.

The thugs took a few steps back in fright.

He had a gun! Who was he?

The man pointed the gun at the abductor, and said irritably, "I'll give you five seconds. Crawl over there and kneel."

He tilted his head toward the right, and gave them direction.

The thugs turned to look at their chief, all of them not daring to move a muscle.

A bullet hit the chief abductor in his knee with a bam.

"Ahh!"

The chief abductor fell to the floor and held his hand over his knee, screaming in pain and agony.

The other thugs dropped their

blades in fright, and plopped on the ground. They couldn't care lessé about their chief; they crawled to the corner the man in black indicated just now, and knelt there with their heads lowered.

The man's cold, sharp gaze landed on Rosalie. She stood up with some difficult and stepped back, her eyes filled with fear.

"Stay where you are and don't move," the man in black pointed at Rosalie with the tip of his gun.

Rosalie broke out in a cold sweat. She turned around and saw the thug covered in blood not far away, and obediently sat down where she was.

She would rather be killed by this man's gun in one shot than to be in the hands of these thugs.

The man in black approached the chief abductor, and kicked his face hard. "What are you screaming for? You're too noisy!"

He crouched down and held the gun against his head. "Stop shouting. I like it quiet.”Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The abductor's pale face was all contorted. He gritted his teeth, not daring to make a sound.

The man in black chuckled as a look

of satisfaction flashed past his eyes. "That's the way. I don't like noisy people, especially if they're behaving like a bunch of gossip-mongers gathering to chit-chat. Annoying!"

"Who exactly are you? What do you want?" the chief abductor asked, sweat drenched all over his forehead.

"Do you even deserve to know what I

want? Haha." The man in black suddenly chuckled, and turned

serious at the next moment. "I'met

sorry, bapologize for foiling your plans. You won't blame me, will you?"

"No, no, I won't," the abductor pleaded. "Brother, please spare us."

"Brother? You look so ugly with all the scars on your face. How dare you call me your brother?”

The man in black lifted his arm, and smashed the grip against the man's head until he started bleeding.

"Argh!" the chief abductor shrieked in pain, one hand covering his bloodied knee and another covering his injured head.

The man in black stood up, and stomped on the abductor's chest. "Come to think of it, I'm really sorry for foiling your plans. Pardon me, I'll make it up to you."

He pointed the gun at his crotch. "I can help you do away with that. Once you lose that, you won't ever have that sort of urge to satisfy."