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    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 des shing 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.


    In no time, the men were utterly crushed by Vincent''s relentless assault. One by one, they fell to the ground, utterly defeated and groaning in pain. The men who had been surrounding Rosalie were now lying far away from her, and she was unharmed.


    Rosalie stared in shock at the men scattered across the ground, then looked up to see Vincent walking toward her, a faint smirk on his lips.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.


    He crouched beside Rosalie, pinched her 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 me."


    Rosalie looked at him in disbelief. She hadn''t expected this man to be so powerful, taking down all of them on his own.


    Suddenly, Rosalie noticed blood seeping from Vincent''s shoulder. "You... You''re hurt."


    Vincent looked down and saw that he had been shot in the shoulder. Only then did he begin to feel the pain.


    While fighting these men, he also had to protect Rosalie. In the process, he had taken a bullet.


    Rosalie quickly reached out and pressed against his wound.


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


    Seeing the woman''s flustered yet concerned expression, Vincent''s lips curled into a sensual smirk.


    Suddenly, the man behind Rosalie woke up and grabbed a gun from the ground. He aimed it at her, his eyes filled with vicious, murderous intent.


    Vincent''s eyes narrowed, and without a second of hesitation, he pulled Rosalie into his arms and spun in the air swiftly. Like a fortress, he shielded herpletely.


    The gunshot rang out, and in that


    split second, the bullet sliced


    through the air with a sharp whistle.


    A tremendous force struck Vincent, causing his body to shudder violently.


    Pain surged through him like a tidal wave, but Vincent clenched his teeth, refusing to let go of Rosalie.


    Blood poured uncontrobly from his body, soaking through his clothes.


    Rosalie,pletely frozen in his arms, was thunderstruck, her face a canvas ofplicated emotions.


    Her wide eyes, as bright as two sparkling gems, reflected confusion and shock. Her gaze flickered like


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    Her lips trembled, and she was unable to make any sound. Her face was etched with astonishment and shock, unable to believe that what she had just witnessed was real.


    A stranger had shielded her from a bullet without hesitation.


    The turmoil in her heart surged like waves crashing on the shore, unable to calm down. Her heartbeat raced erratically, like a powerful symphony ying a heart-stirring tune.


    Just then, Rosalie saw another gang member behind Vincent grab a gun from the ground.


    "Watch out!" Rosalie shouted with all her might and pushed Vincent aside.