Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 653

“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 bonnet, 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!”

“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’m sorry, I apologize 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.”