The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Chapter 1908 - 1906: The Pope’s Fear

"Wang Dadong, don’t. I know her. Even if you really kneel down and beg her, she won’t spare us!" After hearing Mei Lan’s words, Gado shouted, and because of the strain on her injuries, she coughed up a large amount of blood.

Previously, Gado didn’t know Mei Lan well and regarded her as a high and mighty deity, but now she knows what kind of person Mei Lan truly is.

"I know..." Wang Dadong took a deep breath, his gaze sorrowfully resting on Gado.

Wang Dadong came to Gado, held her in his arms, and gently wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth.

Gado struggled to reach out, touching Wang Dadong’s determined face, and softly murmured, "Wang Dadong, could you call me Goddess once more? I love how you see me as a Goddess..."

"Mmm, Goddess, you’ll always be my Goddess!" Wang Dadong nodded emphatically.

"Then, your Goddess now requests you, no matter what happens, never give up your dignity, okay..." Gado said with a faint smile.

"Okay..." Wang Dadong choked up.

He knew Gado would rather die than see him humiliated by Mei Lan.

"Death Knell, do you really want to see her die before your eyes?" Mei Lan’s expression shifted slightly.

Wang Dadong didn’t turn back, still gazing at Gado with infinite tenderness, then said word by word, "If you die, I’ll bury everyone here with you!"

If you die, I’ll bury everyone with you!

For some reason, upon hearing Wang Dadong speak such words, Mei Lan’s heart skipped a beat.

Everyone here, including her?

Wang Dadong was already in such a state, yet she had over a hundred guards, with more on the way. What gave him the confidence to say he’d bury everyone with him?

Where did his confidence come from?

But why, when Wang Dadong said he’d bury everyone, did a feeling of panic surge in her heart?

Could he actually do it?

Impossible, he could barely even stand!

Quickly, Mei Lan calmed down.

Even if Wang Dadong managed to kill all the guards she brought, there was no way he could leave the Heavenly Prison.

"However, I won’t let you die." Wang Dadong suddenly lowered his head and kissed Gado.

Although he had lost his Inner Strength, he still had his Golden Blood to use.

"Kill them!" Mei Lan finally gave the command.

Over a hundred guards surged towards the two.

Without any surprise, the two would be hacked to death by a flurry of blades.

Yet, Wang Dadong seemed oblivious, still kissing Gado’s lips.

Trickles of Golden Blood flowed into Gado’s mouth.

But his hand had quietly moved to his chest.

Under his palm was an ancient-looking fragment.

Wang Dadong had previously tested it; in this Heavenly Prison, the copper box fragment could still be used.

Unable to wield Inner Strength, he couldn’t control the Golden Blood within him. To feed the Golden Blood to Gado, he had to rely on the copper box fragment’s power.

Moreover, when he was previously injured, the Golden Blood in his body didn’t bleed out, also a result of the copper box fragment’s effect.

Since the copper box fragment could control the Golden Blood within him, naturally, it could restore his strength.

Once his strength returned, forget about these Superhuman Realm guards; even if His Holiness the Pope himself came, he might not be a match for him.

However, the side effects of relying on the copper box fragment for strength restoration would be terrifyingly severe, ten times, a hundred times worse than the side effects from controlling his Golden Blood.

But now, he had no choice.

He was prepared to use the copper box fragment to regain his strength and then create chaos.

"Stop!"

Just as the guards’ War Blades were about to strike Wang Dadong, and Wang Dadong was ready to use the copper box fragment to regain his strength, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Greetings to His Holiness the Pope!" Everyone spoke in unison respectfully.

The Pope’s silhouette appeared in their sight.

Still wearing a mask, but it was more likely not her true body in the Heavenly Prison, but a phantom formed by a secret technique.

Because Wang Dadong couldn’t sense any aura from her, and her figure was somewhat illusory.

The Pope glanced at Mei Lan and the guards, then faintly said, "Let them go."

"What? Your Holiness, are you joking?" Upon hearing the Pope’s words, Mei Lan was completely stunned.

Previously, Wang Dadong had not only stolen the Millennium Birch from the Holy See but had even desecrated the Pope. By rights, of all people, the Pope should most want Wang Dadong dead.

But at this moment, the Pope ordered her to let Wang Dadong go.

Mei Lan thought she must have misheard.

"I said let them go. Didn’t you hear?" The Pope’s voice was tinged with anger.

"Yes, Your Holiness..." Despite the deep unwillingness in her heart, Mei Lan dared not defy the Pope’s orders and had to instruct the guards to stand down.

Not just Mei Lan, even Wang Dadong was filled with doubt.

The Pope was actually letting him leave, an absolutely unbelievable circumstance.

However, since the Pope was letting him leave, he certainly wouldn’t stand on ceremony, immediately lifting Gado up.

The guards vanished into the mist, and the ancient, weathered stone door slowly opened.

Wang Dadong carried Gado outside.

The sunlight immediately streamed in, making the two feel as if they were dreaming.

They had escaped from the Prisoner of Heavenly Punishment.

Escaping from that ultimate place, which boasted only one other escapee since its establishment.

Inside the Holy See, within the Pope’s palace.

A woman in a white dress stood facing the Pope.

Through the mask, one could detect the Pope’s evident tension.

The two remained in deadlock.

Until Wang Dadong carried Gado out of the Heavenly Prison, the white-dressed woman’s silhouette slowly vanished, as if she’d never been there.

"Your Holiness, we’ve heard someone broke in!"

At this moment, three Guardian Priests rushed into the great hall.

"It’s fine, you may leave." The Pope gently waved them off.

The three Guardian Priests exchanged glances, shock evident in their eyes.

Because they could see fear in the Pope’s eyes.

Who or what could cause someone like the Pope, almost divine, to feel fear?

The three Guardian Priests left the hall, naturally not daring to question what was frightening the Pope.

After they’d left, the Pope’s body moved slightly.

With that movement, her Golden Crown atop her head cracked with a snap, splitting in two...

Simultaneously, the God of Killing, buried in his sea of books, suddenly burst into mad laughter.

"Found it, I’ve finally found it!"