Empire of Shadows

The bumpy carriage made Lisa curl up in the corner. The dim light made it impossible to see the person's appearance clearly, but this feeling was right!

"Mr. Booker..."

The outline, barely visible in the darkness thanks to the faint light outside the window, slowly turned to look at her. Even though she couldn't see anything clearly, she knew it was Booker!

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She was trembling.

If Liam was a demon, then Booker was the demon's lackey. He would use even more cruel methods to torment the girls, just to make them obedient.

What dignity, what personality, would become worthless in front of these people!

Perhaps they once had humanity, but amidst the many temptations and fears of this world, they gradually lost their humanity and became slaves to desire and fear.

"You don't need to be so afraid of me, Lisa," Booker said. In fact, Booker couldn't see Lisa very clearly either, but he could see Lisa's eyes reflecting the faint light, which were especially obvious in the darkness.

"That gentleman hasn't seen you for a while. He misses you very much, so as soon as we reopened for business, he wanted to see you immediately."

"This is your honor, Lisa, and also your luck," he said, crossing his legs and lighting a cigarette.

The brief flare of the match illuminated his face when it was struck, but soon everything plunged into darkness as the match went out.

The light produced by the cigarette butt wasn't bright enough to illuminate everything inside the carriage, nor could it bring her any sense of security in the darkness.

Perhaps it could slightly illuminate the surroundings when it was being smoked, but at that time, only the demon's eyes could be illuminated.

He didn't look like a very powerful man. He was a little handsome, of medium build, with good skin, and sometimes he was even timid. He looked harmless.

But when it came to dealing with the girls, he would become a different person.

He could use all kinds of terrible and cruel methods to force those people to obey him, or Liam's will.

Many people resolutely refused to comply, and in the end, they would be dealt with in front of everyone.

Maybe you could persevere with one or two, but when you realized that they weren't just trying to scare you, and that everyone who didn't cooperate was being dealt with, and they didn't even feel guilty or afraid, and their emotions didn't change at all, you would be afraid.

You would listen to everything they said and wouldn't dare to disobey in the slightest.

"You are safe until he gets tired of you, so Lisa, you better find a way to either make him infatuated with you, or... make him unable to live without you."

Lisa's tears were already flowing, "I will die, Mr. Booker."

Booker shrugged, "We will all die. Those girls will die, you will die, and I will die, so we have to find a way to live better."

"I taught you, since you can't make him infatuated with you, then satisfy all his perverted desires and make him unable to live without you."

"Go back and wash yourself. Look at the way you are now, actually selling wine in that second-rate bar. Our mysterious Mr. will definitely feel sorry for you when he finds out."

He reached out and tried to touch Lisa's hair, as if to comfort her like petting a puppy, but Lisa flinched in fright, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Booker's leather shoe came kicking over...

The driver was driving the car, and the car was swaying. It was definitely not a problem with his skills.

The car quickly arrived at the back door of Red Heels. Lisa was dragged out of the car by Booker by her hair. She had already been beaten and dragged back to Red Heels by her hair.

For Booker, violence wasn't the only way, but it was the most effective way. No one wasn't afraid of being beaten, including himself.

Lisa, who was sitting on the floor, was trembling with fear, but what made her feel even more terrified was her fate next.

The room was obviously very warm, but she felt colder than she had outside!

She had had enough of that place, enough of being hurt and abused. She really wanted to go home now!

Hearing the sound of the convoy returning, as well as some noise, Sam walked over from somewhere else.

Today, he was wearing a pink fur coat, and he looked as bright as a flamingo!

He looked down at Lisa, his eyes devoid of any human emotion, as if he was just looking at... something.

"This is Lisa?" he said, walking over and lifting Lisa's chin, "She's indeed good-looking, and her figure is also good."

"But this smell on you..." he let go and took two steps back.

The bar was filled with the smell of alcohol, smoke, sweat, and other smells. Anyway, all kinds of smells were intertwined like the desires behind them.

In that dim environment, where reason was dominated by desire, it would make people feel intoxicated.

But when you come to a clean room, it will only make people nauseous.

"Get her cleaned up, and trim her hair and the fuzz on her body. The client has paid..."

Booker walked up to him and whispered something. After hearing it, Sam just nodded slightly, "The fuzz doesn't need to be taken care of, just do the other things. I can't stand this smell."

Two subordinates came over and dragged Lisa towards the bathroom. Lisa knew that after coming here, struggling was no longer meaningful, but she still retained a shred of hope and said, "Aren't you afraid of Mr. Lance's wrath?"

Booker was very unhappy after hearing this. He felt that Lisa was embarrassing himself in front of the new boss. He was just about to go over and beat her up when Sam stopped him.

He turned to look at Lisa, looking into her eyes, "I work for the big shots, and Lance also works for the big shots. We work for the same big shot. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I am a dog, and so is he. The big shots won't allow us dogs to bite each other, so what you are worried about won't happen."

As he spoke, he looked at one of the people holding her arm, "Teach her some new rules. I really can't stand this situation. She even dares to talk nonsense..." He turned to look at Booker, "Is this how you train your employees?"

Booker was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say, but Sam quickly relieved his embarrassment.

"Forget it, after all, you and Liam only came into contact with these things by chance. I can't use higher industry standards to demand of you."

"But you must know, Booker, in this industry, we must always learn to maintain awe and a grateful heart."

He paused, "I heard that there were some accidents on the road?"

Booker nodded repeatedly, "They arranged for a young man to send her back together. We didn't originally want to use weapons, but he drew his gun first, and the people on our side opened fire."

Sam walked to the bar and opened a bottle of wine. He had already obtained a batch of wine through the relationship with Olsen the lawyer.

They were all mid-to-high-end wines. After Red Heels reopened, he didn't plan to open to ordinary people.

How much money can ordinary people squeeze out of their pockets?

Not only is there no profit, but the risk is also high, especially those big shots. They don't like their toys being played with by others. If they find out, they will definitely be angry.

So from the beginning, his positioning was "high-end" and "customized". He would train every girl to be the best toy and provide them to every client.

The sound of pouring wine quickly filled the two glasses with a beautiful amber color. He handed a glass to Booker.

"Did anyone die?"

"Our people, their people."

Booker shook his head, "I sent our people to get treatment. As for Lance's people, I don't know. He was lying on the ground when we left."

Sam drank his wine, thinking about the outcome of this matter. If it wasn't for the opinion leader in the Bay Area being too impatient, he could have waited a little longer, but since the person wanted it, he had to get it over first.

"Inquire about it and send some money over. After all, we didn't follow the correct procedure for this matter."

After saying this, he clinked glasses with Booker, "Thank you for making the trip tonight. Cheers."

Booker quickly clinked his glass and took a sip. He was about to say something nice when he heard Sam say, "Finish it."

He glanced at the glass, which still had at least two ounces of wine. He sensed something was wrong, but at this time, even if something was wrong, he had to drink it, and Sam himself had also finished his drink.

When he finished drinking, a smile appeared on Sam's face. He walked up to Booker and reached out his hand.

His fingertips caressed Booker's cheek, "Come to my room, we can have an in-depth chat about the future development of Red Heels."

Booker had seen many perverted people, heard many perverted things, and even just now, he was telling Lisa to learn to obey, that everything was for survival.

But when it really came to his own turn, he also felt that it wasn't so easy to choose.

However, he didn't resist or refuse, because he knew that he didn't have the right to do so.

Sam led him by his tie, walking in another direction like he was leading a dog. At this moment, he suddenly understood the despair Lisa felt when she was dragged away not long ago. He suddenly wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

Sam's room had been simply decorated. There was a large water bed and a huge mirrored wall, allowing you to see yourself from different angles in the mirror.

The clothes on the hangers were of various types, and it was impossible to tell whether they were men's or women's clothes. Of course, there was also a pile of suits, various hats, accessories, and even the room was filled with the smell that only existed in girls' dressing rooms.

Walking to the bed, Sam gently pushed, and Booker fell onto the bed.

Booker's smile was a little stiff, "Should I go take a shower first?"

Sam shook his head, "No, there's no need..."

While comforting him, he said, "Booker, the value of the word 'impromptu' is to tell us that if you have something you want to do, it's best to do it right away!"

Sam's tastes are varied. Sometimes he likes to eat vegetarian, sometimes he likes to eat meat. For him, his job is to keep himself interested in life.

"Why not let us have some fun?"

Booker's eyes flickered a little. He thought... some things were unavoidable, but now it seems that's not the case.

Actually, this wasn't unacceptable. He obediently walked over, but he didn't know that in Sam's game, no one's role is ever fixed...

Perhaps it was because he had experienced too many things during this period, or perhaps it was because there was always a pressure on top of his head, he also needed a way to vent.

In his eyes, Sam had gradually become indistinguishable as male or female. All he had to do was pant and vent all the anger, grievances, unease, and pressure!

After a while, when the kind God and holy light appeared in his slightly closed eyes, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Although... this was his first time, it was actually okay with his eyes closed.

Just when he thought he could clean up and go back to sleep, he had just stood up when Sam pushed him back onto the bed.

This time his expression changed completely from before, "It's my turn..."

Lisa was screaming in another room, and he was screaming too.

Screams and screams are different, but their moods may be the same.

Sam didn't know that Lance, who in his eyes was the same as him as "the mayor's dog," had no intention of compromising and was searching everywhere for the person who had been shot.

Otherwise, perhaps Mr. Booker would have felt a little better tonight, or perhaps it would have been worse. After all, knowing these things would only lead to more pressure and emotions to vent!

At a little after two in the morning, the phone in front of Elvin rang. He picked it up immediately and said, "It's me."

"Elvin, we found their car near the hospital in the city center..."

"Good, we'll be right there!" He hung up the phone, leaving people here to guard.

If the others who went out to search couldn't find anyone, they would call every now and then to ask about the progress.

When Elvin arrived outside this "Annby Hospital" with his men, he immediately saw his own man who had called.

After getting out of the car, they led Elvin to a car.

There was some blood on the car body, inside the car, and outside the car as well.

"I just asked the doctor, and it was about ten minutes after they were attacked that someone drove over saying they had been shot."

"The police have already been here, but they left again. The person is still inside."

Elvin pursed his lips, his mind spinning at high speed, "Which precinct's police?"

The young man scratched his head, "I don't know, Elvin."

Elvin didn't say anything to him. It was good enough that he had done this much. He patted the young man's arm, praised him with a "Good job," and then walked to the phone booth and dialed the duty number of the Empire District Police Department.

The call was quickly connected. This was not an emergency call, but a duty call. The person on duty was a deputy chief.

"This is the duty phone of the Empire District Precinct Chief's Office. Who is this?"

"This is Elvin, Elvin of the Lance family."

About two seconds later, a very amiable voice came from the other end of the phone, "You only need to tell me your name and I'll know who it is. So, Elvin, is there anything I can help you with?"

Elvin had never dealt with this deputy chief, and neither had Lance, but that didn't stop him from hearing about the Lance family's reputation.

Elvin also had a strange feeling that he couldn't explain, but now was not the time for him to feel how wonderful this was. "It's like this, Mr. Deputy Chief, I would like to ask if Annby Hospital requested police support about forty minutes ago because they received a gunshot victim?"

As soon as the deputy chief heard this, he knew what it meant, "Please wait a moment, I'll go check the dispatch records."

The sound of a door opening came from the receiver, as well as his loud inquiry. Finally, a girl who couldn't be heard clearly seemed to say something.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps came from far to near, and then it was picked up again, "Indeed, there was a call just now, and we sent people over. According to the feedback, they encountered robbers..."

The deputy chief knew enough when he said this, so he stopped. Elvin exhaled a breath of turbid air after listening, "Thank you, there may be a little trouble later, please delay the dispatch, but I can guarantee that no one will be injured."

The deputy chief didn't feel embarrassed at all, "No problem, tell me when you need our cooperation, I'm on duty all night."

After hanging up the phone, Elvin thought about it and still called Lance. Lance hadn't slept much either and had been waiting for news.

After listening to him finish these things, he affirmed Elvin's performance, "You did a good job. Even if I were there, I could only do this."

"Have someone take two hundred dollars and send it to this deputy chief to thank him for his cooperation, and don't say anything else."

"Before leaving, ask him how many people are on the night shift at the precinct, and then go buy enough coffee and donuts to send over, making sure everyone has one."

"Here, you just need to take them out of the hospital. It's best not to use guns, but if you do..."

Lance didn't finish speaking, but Elvin knew what he meant, "I guarantee he won't even need to be rescued."

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news..."

Elvin immediately started having people do things according to Lance's instructions, while he personally led people into the hospital.

That guy had already had surgery. His gunshot wound was not serious. He was shot in the abdomen, and there was only one bullet.

The doctor had cut off a section of his intestines, stitched him up, and wheeled him out of the operating room.

His companion had been nervous for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, watching his friend sleep peacefully there, and finally felt a sense of relaxation.

He had been scared just now. His friend was lying there with a pale face, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead. Now, the heart hanging in his throat finally dropped.

Of course, not because he died, but because he was saved.

He walked to the corridor, took out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, opened a window a little, and then looked downstairs.

Most people like to look at the scenery outside when smoking in the hallway, thinking about things that will soon be forgotten.

But in this one glance, he saw a large group of men in black entering the hospital. The cigarette fell from his mouth, he cursed "Fuck," and turned around and went back to the ward.

His friend was still lying on the hospital bed. He was already sweating anxiously, but now there was no time or opportunity for him to think more.

He gritted his teeth, pushed his friend's hospital bed, and crashed out the door. They had to leave, or hide!

His heart rate suddenly began to accelerate at this moment...!