Chapter 192 Exercises Before Bed

Julian's gaze sharpened like a hawk's, cutting straight through the windshield ahead. The blinding high beams pierced the night like blades, ripping open a jagged wound in the darkness. In shifting lights and shadows, more than a dozen figures emerged, each gripping an iron rod that gleamed coldly as they advanced step by step. Rosalie's heart clenched tight. She instinctively reached for her phone. "I-I'll call the police!" "No need," he said, his voice low and steady. "Stay in the car. Lock the doors. Don't get out." Before his words even finished, he had already pushed the door open and stepped out. His tall frame was carved into sharp relief by the headlights. The mob surged forward at once. Rosalie had already dialed the emergency number, and the dispatcher's formulaic greeting came over the line. "911, what's your emergency?" But her reply was caught in her throat. She was stunned speechless. Julian did not even give them a chance to get close. His movements were of a