Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus and Bella were now inside a park, where people had begun taking pictures of them enthusiastically. Their extraordinary appearance, resembling cosplayers in elaborate costumes, combined with their otherworldly beauty, left everyone in awe.

They seemed like divine figures descended from the heavens, radiating perfection that captivated onlookers.

Aengus noticed the growing crowd. With every passing second, more people gathered, murmuring and snapping photos. It wouldn't be long before they gained fame, and people started approaching them for autographs.

"Let's leave, Bella. We're attracting too much attention," Aengus said, standing up.

Bella laughed melodiously as she followed. "Hehe, what can I do, hubby? I've suppressed all my charm, and so have you. Yet this still happens. I wonder what would happen if we unleashed our full charm. These mortals are so easy to tease."

Aengus lightly knocked her on the head, a gentle reprimand.

"Enough with the mischief, Bella. We need to find out why we were brought here. This is no coincidence," he said seriously as they walked away.

Bella's expression shifted, her tone laced with subtle disappointment. "Oh, is that so? You're still hiding something from me, aren't you?"

Aengus paused on the bustling street, the radiant sun highlighting his face. He held her hand in public and said, "No, it's just not the right time. I don't want to involve you in it yet. For now, this is between Aria and me."

Bella wasn't convinced. Her loving gaze locked onto his abyss-like eyes. "Do you think I'm afraid of dying, husband? Hmph… Bella Bellfrost is never afraid of death, remember that," she huffed, pulling her hand free.

She walked ahead alone, her steps elegant and ethereal, radiating an alluring charm outlined by her garment.

Of course, where there is a blossomed flower, there will be bees.

A red luxury car screeched to a halt in front of Bella, startling her.

She raised an eyebrow as several drunk men stumbled out of the car, their unruly grins and lustful gazes betraying wicked intentions.

"Beauty, want to go for a dance?" a man with long curly hair asked, stepping forward.

He was likely their leader, judging by the submissive behavior of the others.

"Yeah, get inside the car. You look smoking hot. I bet you'll earn in the grands. Our boss is rich!" one hooligan lackey said lustfully, his eyes roaming over her as if devouring her alive.

"Do you think the boss will let us have a turn this time? This one looks exquisite, man," another whispered lustfully.

"Well, I'd be happy just seeing her nak*d once. Glup!" another muttered, swallowing nervously.

The passersby gave them curious glances but didn't dare intervene, sensing the gangster vibe from their unruly appearances.

Bella heard their whispers clearly, as did Aengus.

Aengus was terrifyingly calm, a demeanor that didn't escape Bella's notice.

"Is he waiting for me to make a move?"

Suddenly, a mischievous idea struck her mind.

"Oh, how much are you willing to pay?" she asked with an amused smile.

The man with long curly hair grinned, taking Bella's question as a sign of interest. He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with arrogance.

"As much as you want, beauty. I spare no expense for a woman like you. Millions, if that's what it takes," he said confidently, while his lackeys snickered behind him.

Another hooligan chimed in eagerly, "Yeah, you'd be living the high life! Luxuries, money, anything you desire."

Bella tilted her head slightly, her expression innocent yet playful. "Millions, huh? That sounds intriguing," she said, her voice laced with amusement as he occasionally galnced at Aengus for any sign of movement.

The curly-haired man chuckled, mistaking her tone for genuine interest. "Smart woman. You know what's best for you. Why don't you hop in the car, and we can discuss the details privately?" he said opening the door barely containing the joy inside.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Behind her, Aengus remained ominously calm, watching the scene with an unreadable expression.

Bella turned her head slightly toward him, catching his eye. She knew exactly what that calm demeanor meant: a storm was brewing.

Deciding to play along a little longer, she smiled sweetly and asked, "But what about the rest of you? Won't your 'boss' mind sharing me?"

The men exchanged glances, laughing crudely. "Boss doesn't mind as long as he's had his fun first," one of them said with a grin.

Bella's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling light. "Oh, is that so?"

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Suddenly, the air around her shifted, and the men felt a chill crawl down their spines.

Aengus took a step forward, his voice low and deadly. "Bella! You've said enough."

The leader turned to face him, sneering. "Who the hell are you? Her boyfriend? Back off before you get hurt, boy."

Aengus's lips curled into a sardonic smile, but his eyes burned with cold fury. "You should have stayed silent and walked away when you had the chance," he said, his voice cold and fulled with authority of a ruler.

He took a step forward, his towering presence causing the hooligans to instinctively take a step back.

"Now you will have to pay the price for looking at my wife in that way," Aengus continued, his tone dropping into a menacing growl. "Though I don't usually concern myself with petty squabbles like yours, you have successfully piqued my attention this time. Congratulations!"

The sarcasm in his voice was sharp enough to cut through the air, leaving the gang frozen, unsure whether to retreat or beg for mercy.

Bella chuckled softly, crossing her arms as she stepped aside. "Husband, don't go too hard on them. They're just mortals, after all."

"Mortals or not, everyone will have to pay the same price for their insolence," Aengus said, walking closer, his voice cold and calm.

The invisible aura radiating from his cold fury, made them realise they picked on wrong person. The person is definitely not ordinary.

"What are you trying to do? Don't do anything stupid—we have guns!" one of the hooligans shouted, their voices trembling despite their bravado.

They raised their weapons, fingers trembling just a hair's breadth from the triggers.

But Aengus wasn't deterred in the slightest. To him, the guns were like paper toys.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The hooligans fired their pistols at close range, the deafening sounds echoing across the street.

With their frail physiques compared to Aengus' formidable, godlike build, they knew they had no chance in hand-to-hand combat. Shooting was their only option.

"Gunshots!"

"Help!"

Nearby passersby screamed in terror, panic spreading like wildfire.

Some crouched to the ground, covering their heads, while others fled the scene as quickly as they could.

"Someone call the cops!"