National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

His movements were rough and hurried, as if searching for something precious.

However, after rummaging through it, he found nothing of interest.

With a look of disgust, he threw the bag down at his feet.

Then, like a hungry wolf stalking its prey, he slowly leaned in.

A nauseating, crazed light glinted in his eyes.

The man driving and the one in the passenger seat exchanged a look, seeing shock and confusion in each other’s eyes.

They clearly hadn’t expected the honored guest they were sent to receive to have such depraved tastes—to brazenly, in broad daylight, abduct a young girl from the street and force her into their car.

A loud RIIIP—

The sound was exceptionally jarring in the cramped car.

Lin Zhenna’s clothes were instantly torn to shreds, drifting down like the wings of a shattered Butterfly.

At the same time, a piercing scream shattered the silence inside the car.

It was Lin Zhenna’s desperate cry, filled with endless fear and pain.

Even the two men in suits, the driver and the one in the passenger seat, couldn’t suppress their own curiosity and desire.

They kept sneaking glances in the rearview mirror at her fair body.

A trace of greed and longing began to surface in their eyes.

TAP.

A pink bra, like a light feather, fluttered down onto the windshield.

Its bright color was jarring in the car’s dim interior.

Seeing this, the man in the passenger seat gave a sinister chuckle.

A grim look spread across his face.

He grabbed the bra, held it to his nose, and took a deep sniff.

He reveled in the alluring scent clinging to it, looking as if he’d fallen into a crazed state.

Soon after, a frantic commotion erupted from the back seat.

It was an act of depravity that defied all morals.

How could her young body withstand such torture? She lasted less than ten seconds before her vision went black and she passed out.

Blood trickled out, a slow, steady stream that soon stained the car seat red.

The glaring red looked especially terrifying in the dim light of the car.

It was the evidence of a Demon’s evil deeds.

’This ugly bastard is barely even human.’

The men in suits, both the driver and the one in the passenger seat, witnessed the bloody scene.

Though they felt a sliver of pity, it was overshadowed by their envy for Uzi.

They secretly wondered, ’When will we ever be lucky enough to act as wantonly as Uzi?’

Soon, Lin Zhenna awoke again from the sharp pain.

But the ugly man was like a maddened beast.

He held her tight, his arms as strong as iron clamps,

nearly crushing her slender body into his own deformed embrace, as if trying to devour her completely.

...

In Jinshan City, a quiet Ancient Castle, forgotten by time, stood silently in a corner of the metropolis.

In the center of the Ancient Castle’s courtyard, a behemoth rose from the ground, demanding attention.

It was a massive Werewolf statue, imposing and tall.

It stood over twenty meters high, like an ancient and mysterious mountain, silently and majestically guarding this land sealed by the ages.

The statue was meticulously carved from the finest jade in the world.

The jade was incredibly hard, yet smooth as silk, its color as white as snow.

It seemed to have condensed the Spiritual Qi and essence of heaven and earth, radiating an otherworldly aura.

Sunlight struggled to pierce the thin clouds,

falling upon the jade statue like golden threads,

making it appear even more translucent and radiant.

Beneath its flawless white color lay an immeasurable expense and luxury.

A single glance at the jade’s texture and captivating luster was enough to understand its exorbitant cost. It was beyond all comparison to ordinary objects.

The surface of the Werewolf statue was covered in dense, intricate, and mysterious ancient totems.

These totems were varied and bizarre.

Some were like majestic, winding, vicious dragons, seemingly soaring through the clouds as they summoned wind and rain.

Others resembled resplendent, colorful birds about to take flight, their bodies radiating auspicious light.

Still others were ferocious monsters, baring fangs and brandishing claws,

as if roaring out ancient legends.

They intertwined and wound around each other,

forming incomprehensible yet captivatingly mysterious tapestries.

These totems not only added a touch of mystery and profundity to the statue, but also seemed to contain some ancient, powerful force, causing anyone who gazed upon them to be filled with awe and trepidation, as if they had traveled back in time to that distant and mystical ancient era.

The Werewolf statue’s pose was breathtaking, as if it possessed a soul.

It raised its head to the sky in a silent roar, a howl that looked as if it could tear the very heavens asunder.

Its eyes were wide with fury, like two burning suns, spewing endless savagery and defiance, full of provocation and contempt for everything between heaven and earth.

Its muscles were taut, like springs forged from steel.

Every muscle bulged, veins popping,

like azure flood dragons slithering beneath its skin.

The sense of power was about to erupt.

The artisan’s skill was masterfully divine, with every minute detail exquisitely carved to perfection.

This perfection made the statue seem vividly lifelike,

as if at any moment it might break free from its cold jade bonds,

transform,

and become a real Werewolf, running rampant across this ancient land and unleashing a reign of terror.