National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

"Since you’re not afraid, and you weren’t repulsed by my appearance,

then you can come with me.

Weren’t you eager to have a nice chat with me?

You just complimented me on my sturdy build.

Tonight, I’ll let you experience just how strong I really am.

You’ll be completely captivated, won’t you?"

The man in the huge robe let out a bone-chilling whisper.

As he spoke, his twisted lips pressed directly against the back of the young girl’s neck.

The girl felt a wave of warmth and wetness.

At the same time,

the rich fragrance of body lotion,

mingled with the delicate scent of cosmetics, assailed his nostrils.

It made the man’s breathing quicken, and evil thoughts instantly arose in his mind.

He couldn’t stop himself from licking his own ulcerated lips,

like a Demon savoring its soon-to-be-captured prey.

In the midst of her fierce struggle,

the young girl’s short-sleeved T-shirt was gradually pulled askew.

The strap of her pink bra slipped silently down,

resting on her snow-white shoulder

like a jarring splash of color, exceptionally conspicuous in the chaotic scene.

This inadvertent glimpse of summer skin

caused the fire of desire in the robed man’s eyes to instantly flare to life.

His gaze grew more and more like that of a ferocious beast, devoid of reason and emotion,

leaving only primeval instinct and greed.

At that moment, the many passengers coming and going through the airport were all drawn by the commotion.

They cast curious glances but stopped to watch from a distance, not understanding the situation.

The crowd saw the robed man holding the young girl with one hand

and mistook it for some intense argument that had broken out between a couple.

In this indifferent city,

people adopted the mentality that less trouble was better.

No one wanted to get needlessly involved in someone else’s problems.

So they just stood far away,

and not a single person had any intention of stepping forward to ask what was happening or to intervene.

It was as if they were watching a farce that had nothing to do with them.

"Mr. Uzi, sir, our car is ready. Please get in."

Several men in suits walked over with neat, steady steps.

Their bodies seemed ordinary,

but in reality, a strange and powerful energy surged within them.

The power was like a churning undercurrent; though invisible, one could faintly feel a suppressive, intimidating aura.

"Understood."

This man in the robe

was none other than the madman Uzi, who had once stirred up a tempest on the Black Continent Grassland

and caused a global uproar.

Without another word, Uzi simply picked up the young girl,

and, as if she were an insignificant object, roughly shoved her into the car.

Then he swaggered in after her.

As for his suitcase,

it was respectfully taken by the other men in suits and placed in the trunk.

Immediately after, the long line of black sedans started up like a cruising dragon and sped away.

The young girl had been filled with terror just moments ago,

wanting to scream for help with all her might,

but her throat seemed to be gripped tightly by some mysterious, invisible force.

She could only manage weak whimpers, unable to form words.

It wasn’t until she was in the car that she suddenly felt her neck loosen.

The restraint vanished in an instant, and her voice could once again flow freely from her throat.

However, the motorcade had already taken off at lightning speed.

Her cries for help were instantly drowned out by the roar of the engines, sounding so powerless and desperate.

The young girl sat stunned in the car as if struck by lightning, her mind filled with confusion and fear.

She truly couldn’t understand.

’Why would he dare to just abduct me like this, in public, in front of everyone?’

’And this mysterious motorcade, who on earth are they?’

Those men in black suits,

faced with such an absurd and illegal act,

not a single one of them showed any surprise, as if they weren’t afraid of causing any trouble at all.

All of these strange, illogical feelings

were like sharp blades plunging deep into the girl’s heart,

making her terrified to the extreme.

Her body trembled uncontrollably,

as if she were trapped in a bottomless, dark abyss with no glimmer of hope in sight.

Uzi, however, seemed completely indifferent to the girl’s terror.

He quite naturally and domineeringly yanked the strap of the young girl’s bag, breaking it,

and snatched the bag for himself.

Then, he opened the bag and took out an ID card.

When his eyes fell upon the photo and the densely packed, semi-intelligible text on the card,

a chilling smile appeared on his face. He asked in a cold voice, "What’s your name?"

"My name... my name is Lin Zhenna."

The young girl was so frightened her voice was a barely audible tremor.

It was already clear in her heart.

’This ugly, terrifying man with his bizarre behavior’

’definitely has ill intentions for me.’

But she was powerless to resist, able only to struggle alone in this abyss of fear, awaiting her unknown fate.

"Which Empire are you from?"

Uzi’s hoarse, icy voice once again rang out in the car,

like a judgment from Hell, making the already terrified Lin Zhenna tremble even more violently.

"The Great Jing Dynasty."

Lin Zhenna’s teeth chattered nonstop.

Her body shook uncontrollably like a leaf in the wind, and every word seemed to be painstakingly squeezed through her clenched teeth.

"Are you excited?

Beautiful, why else would your body be reacting so strongly?

Are you perhaps craving my firm muscles?"

As Uzi spoke, he rummaged wantonly through the girl’s bag.