The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO-Chapter 1885 - 1883: A Nostalgic Flavor

In fact, suddenly encountering a dried corpse-like figure blocking the road in the middle of the night, the driver not mistaking the accelerator for the brake is already quite commendable.

This is a 50-seat passenger bus. Since the road in the suburbs had fewer vehicles, the speed was about 90 km/h.

When the driver noticed the dried corpse, the bus was less than ten meters away, making it impossible to avoid a collision.

In this situation, the driver could swerve sharply to avoid the dried corpse, but as is well known, swerving sharply at high speeds can easily cause the vehicle to overturn.

The driver knew that there was no way to avoid hitting it, so he steeled his heart, released the brake, and let the bus head straight for the dried corpse.

Bang!

A loud crash.

An unexpected scene unfolded.

The bus seemed not to have hit a dried corpse, but an iron pillar.

As soon as it struck the dried corpse, the front of the bus caved in from the center, and the bus split in half as if it were a sheet of dough being cut by a sharp knife by that dried corpse!

However, for the passengers on the bus, the most terrifying thing was not this; it was that as their bodies brushed past the dried corpse, the blood in their bodies seemed to be drawn out by some magical force, rushing towards the dried corpse.

When the bus, now split in two, came to a halt, all the passengers had turned into dried corpses!

And the dried corpse originally standing in the middle of the road exhaled contentedly.

"How many years has it been... this wonderful taste is long overdue..." As fresh blood poured into the corpse, it seemed to swell and gain a bit of sheen, although it still remained a dried corpse.

In fact, many years ago, Enzo Shaw was already nearing the limit of his lifespan, so he had to put his body into a withered state to reduce the drain on his life.

This method, though capable of delaying death, essentially left him in a half-dead state, akin to clinging to life.

Unfortunately, despite the vampire’s long lifespan, it isn’t limitless, and even with voluntary withering, the end of life will still come one day.

Obviously, Enzo Shaw’s life was nearing its end.

That’s why he volunteered for an expedition to Huaxia, intending to use his remaining life to make a final contribution to the Dracula Family.

Blood is the source of a vampire’s power; without it, a vampire’s strength is greatly diminished.

Having just absorbed the blood of nearly fifty people, Enzo Shaw regained some of his power.

"Not enough; it’s still not enough..." Enzo Shaw extended his tongue, licked his sharp fangs, and swiftly disappeared into the night.

Although there were few vehicles on the suburban roads at night, some were still present. Half an hour later, Enzo Shaw had absorbed the blood of over a hundred people.

The road was filled with crashed vehicles and variously shaped dried corpses.

However, since there were no cameras on the suburban roads, it had not yet been discovered.

In the past, even the Blood Emperor wouldn’t dare act so recklessly on Huaxia’s soil, but with Enzo Shaw’s life near its end, he had nothing left to fear.

Blood, blood, blood!

Continuously consuming blood.

Only blood could provide him with the greatest strength.

Even a Vampire Prince must suck blood one by one, but upon reaching the level of the Blood Emperor, one could use secret techniques to directly extract blood from the body.

As the amount of absorbed blood increased, Enzo Shaw’s body grew fuller, and the wrinkles began to even out.

At the Jiangdu City Military District, the rotor of a military helicopter roared with a buzzing sound.

"I just ask you one thing, are you still my soldiers?" An elderly man stood in front of the helicopter shouting.

Although the old man had gray hair and a slightly hunched body, he still stood straight and tall.

"Once in the Divine Group, always in the Divine Group!" A loud voice responded.

The resonant sound almost drowned out the helicopter’s roar, but these former invincible warriors no longer possessed the same sharpness as blades drawn from their sheaths.

Most of them bore lifetime unhealed injuries, and some were even missing arms and legs.

All these people were former members retired from the Divine Group.

The Divine Group is now known as the China Divine Shield.

"Very well, move out!" The old man ordered.

A dozen members began boarding the helicopter.

Although their limbs were incomplete, their actions remained swift, and their eyes still burned with an indomitable spirit.

This was a broken blade, but still a blade nonetheless!

Imperial Capital, Divine Shield Base.

"What did you say? Old Master Zhu gathered the retired members of the Divine Group?"

"Yes, sir." The officer in military uniform replied solemnly.

"Gather the men immediately and head to Jiangdu City at once!"

"But sir..."

"That’s an order!"

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"The long-lost power has finally returned to my body, ignorant Huaxia People, prepare to repent!" By now, the dried corpse had turned into a half-dried state.

His previously bald head had now sprouted some sparse hair.

As his appearance changed, the dried corpse had become a feeble-looking old man.

Although still looking nearly skeletal, he had slightly more human semblance.

Otherwise, walking down the street would have scared quite a few people to death.

At this moment, the roar of engines came from afar.

It was likely a group of night riders.

Screech!

With a harsh sound of tires skidding on the ground, a fiery red Ferrari stopped about half a meter away from the old man.

"Damn you, old geezer, do you have a death wish?" A cursing voice came from the driver’s seat.

"Hey old guy, Young Master Zhang told you to get lost, didn’t you hear?" A crisp, scolding voice came from the passenger seat when the old man remained unmoved.

It was a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old.

The girl wore heavy smoky makeup and non-mainstream clothing, a typical tomboy look.

The old man, who had been facing away from the Ferrari, finally turned his head, his gaze resting on the girl.

"Though not a virgin, your blood smells quite pure." The old man muttered in a garbled foreign language.

"Hey, old fool, what gibberish are you spouting?" The girl continued to curse.

"Ah!" But as soon as the girl finished speaking, she found her body involuntarily flying out of the window, landing into the hands of the dried corpse.

The dried corpse extended its tongue, licked the girl’s face, and made a delighted sound, "The flavor of Huaxia girls is truly nostalgic."