Empire of Shadows

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Eric's preferences are the same as most men's: young, beautiful, and with a good figure.

He always compared himself to a hunter, but often he wasn't a hunter at all, because a hunter can eat meat without spending money.

He, however, either used the money in his pocket or his special status, so he couldn't be considered a hunter, but he liked to call himself one.

And now, when he needed to vent, he would become a pure hunter, seeking his favorite prey.

"Alone?" Eric approached the girl with his wine glass. He liked to look at the girl's profile, and her hair, which gave her a kind of broken beauty.

He had been observing this girl for a long time. She had rejected many people and was just sitting alone in the corner, drinking, looking somewhat depressed.

This made people want to explore the reason why her brows were furrowed, and also made people want to make her sing loudly!

He didn't know how to describe his feeling, like a little white flower that had fallen into a dye vat. She was so out of place here, but was being swallowed up by it little by little.

He knew the fate of the little white flower. He could clearly save this little white flower, but in his heart, there was a desire to destroy it!

People are complex, even fools are.

People can't stand good things, especially good things they can't get. Because if they see them and can't get them, they want to destroy them.

Even if they get them, they want to destroy them!

He walked up to the girl, shaking his wine glass. The girl glanced at him and turned her head away.

Humanity's unique desire to conquer began to stir, coupled with Eric's dignity as a hunter at this time, which made him unable to give up.

He turned and walked to the other side, the side the girl was looking at, "I'll buy you a good drink."

The girl looked at him, "Has no one ever told you that you are very vulgar?"

Eric was stunned for a moment. He frowned slightly. He didn't like these words.

He was a little sensitive because of his status.

He didn't like this level of adjective appearing on him, which would remind him of his terrible situation.

And this also aggravated his impulse to destroy this girl. He really wanted to know if she could still have the strength to say this sentence a few hours later!

He licked his lips, and the expression on his face unfolded into a somewhat dissolute smile, "How much?"

The girl looked a little confused, "What are you talking about?"

"I said, how much!" he asked.

Seeing that the girl didn't seem to react, his voice became louder, "How much does it cost to fuck you?"

The girl picked up her wine glass and splashed the wine in the glass at him. He dodged it nimbly. He had been prepared for this.

"Shameless!"

"Ha!" Eric didn't care at all, because there would be fun times later!

"Basically all the girls who come here do this kind of thing. Do you think those well-behaved girls would come to a bar alone at night to drink?"

"Stop pretending. You just want to find a customer who can afford the price, and I happen to be that rich man."

"Name your price."

He liked to use these words to desecrate those girls who looked very serious. These harmful words were like a sickle. He wanted to see blood. He liked to see these girls being cut by him, only then could he prove that he was an excellent hunter.

The girl turned around and was about to leave. He reached out and grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her into his arms.

"Is a hundred enough?"

"Two hundred?"

The girl struggled a bit and gave him a slap, which didn't hurt much, but it angered Eric, "Three hundred?"

He looked at the girl, holding her hands, "I'll give you five hundred yuan, I want you right now!"

The girl was still struggling, "I'm going to call the police!"

People had already gathered around, but they were all driven away by Eric's lackeys. The bar's security guard also came over and took a look, but just blocked the others.

Young Master Eric, whatever he did was right!

Those who came from Fides knew very well that even if Young Master Eric asked you to kneel down and be his 'horse' for him to ride, you had better do it.

This was his privilege!

At this time, Eric was like those villains in operas who were rotten to the core. He didn't feel the slightest bit of tension when the girl said she was going to call the police.

He even joked, "Police Chief John is just a dog raised by my family. If you don't have his number, I can give you one!"

Looking at the girl's unbelievable expression, Eric finally felt satisfied.

He stroked the girl's cheek. The feeling of tenderness and elasticity made him feel like he was flying. He was no longer interested in continuing to drink. He wanted it now!

The girl looked around, seeming very helpless. She wanted to shout for help, but Eric stopped her.

"If you shout that word now, there will be two people together later."

"The more you shout, the more people there will be!"

He even took a step back, "Shout!"

The girl seemed unable to tell whether this sentence was true or false, but seeing that the bar's security guards were protecting him, she seemed to realize her current desperate situation.

She stood there, looking at him stubbornly, large tears streaming from her eyes, with hatred and a hint of fear in her eyes.

This gave Eric unprecedented satisfaction!

His psychological problems had not actually been completely cured, but the psychologist believed that his next treatment no longer required professional knowledge intervention. What he needed was to vent.

To vent the fear in his heart through his own way, and only Eric, he would suggest doing this. If it were someone else, he wouldn't do this.

Because other people don't have this opportunity and ability, Eric does.

Lance left him with too much deep psychological trauma. He subconsciously hoped that he could become someone like Lance, but obviously he used this ruthlessness in the wrong place.

The more the girl cried, the more excited he became. He felt like he was about to explode!

His breathing was rapid!

He grabbed the girl's hand and dragged her out of the bar through the back door. Although his brain was full of tadpoles now, he at least knew that he couldn't make things difficult for the bar.

The lackey had already parked the car and was waiting for him. He gasped and said, "Go to the nearest hotel..."

He didn't have time to go home. He needed it now!

There are many hotels in the Starlight District, after all, this is also considered one of Goldenport City's "tourist attractions", with rich supporting facilities.

The car didn't drive for long before it stopped outside a hotel. He dragged the girl into the hotel and stood at the front desk, "I'm Eric, give me a suite."

The female receptionist was a little at a loss. She glanced at the girl next to Eric, and then at the manager who was on duty.

The manager took the initiative to walk over, "Give Mr. Eric a set of keys, the best suite!"

The female receptionist took a set of keys and handed them over, "I wish you..."

Before she could finish her words, Eric couldn't wait to take the keys and drag the girl into the elevator.

The female receptionist looked at the manager, as if asking "Is this really okay?" That girl was obviously being forced.

But the manager just shook his head calmly, "You always ask me what I can teach you. Today I will teach you the most important point—"

"Don't be nosy!"

After he finished speaking, he returned to his position and squinted his eyes slightly to doze off.

Eric threw the girl onto the bed like a beast, tearing at her clothes regardless of her cries. He was venting the infinite anger and fear in his heart through violence!

I have to say, he felt incredibly strong at this moment!

This emotional venting allowed him to last for a while. When he finally relieved some of the fear in his roar, his whole body relaxed.

Looking at the mess in the room, he showed a satisfied smile, glanced at the girl who had been crushed by him, and his desire for destruction was fully released.

He went to the bathroom, took a hot shower, drank some wine, and completed some physical exercise. Now the comfort brought by the hot shower made him start to yawn.

He went to another room, lay on the clean bed, and his mind was blank!

A night without thinking about anything is great!

Unknowingly, he fell asleep. What he didn't know was that the girl stood up with a calm expression.

She put on a bathrobe, walked to the door, and opened the door calmly.

Elvin, who was already dressed as a hotel waiter, pushed the service cart in. The girl lit a cigarette, tilted her head at him, "In the guest room."

Elvin nodded slightly, "Thank you this time. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Although she couldn't see too much, she could also see that the girl seemed to have been beaten.

The girl didn't care at all, "He can only be considered a beginner, or even not a beginner. This little injury is just a small problem."

She hesitated a little, "Can I know what you plan to do with him?"

Elvin was silent for a while, and the girl suddenly said, "I don't want to know."

Elvin gave her an admiring look, "But it's too late, he will appear on the front page, but don't worry, this is our promise, you will not be harmed."

"What about the others?"

In fact, the girl was not the only one fishing in the bar. There were other people fishing too, several of them.

Elvin had talked to them. If they could help get Eric to the hotel.

Then the family promised to help them sort out their identity information. In other words, they would transform into Federation citizens, and then use the money Lance gave them to start a new life.

At the same time, there was also a condition: they could not appear in Likalai State. Once they were discovered to have returned.

Then what awaited them would be the flames of destruction!

Several girls readily agreed to this.

They didn't really value money that much; what they valued was legal status.

Currently, seventy percent of the Imperial girls engaged in the flesh trade are illegal immigrants.

Those who can immigrate legally may not be wealthy, but they won't be so poor that they need to sell their bodies.

So these girls also had many problems to solve, and the identity issue was the most urgent.

Once the Immigration Bureau decided to arrest them, they could only be sent back, so having a legal identity was very important.

As for money, it wasn't the most important thing. For them, who were already used to lying down and earning money, making money wasn't difficult.

Having become accustomed to life in the Federation, they couldn't accept returning to the stifling environment of the Empire.

Moreover, a legal identity, to some extent, also represented safety.

Erwin pushed the cart into the guest room and closed the door. "Everyone else, like you, will get what they want."

A dozen minutes later, under the effects of strong tranquilizers and painkillers, Eric was loaded into the service vehicle without any resistance, and then secretly transported out of the hotel by Erwin.

The mayor's increasing pressure did not cause the five major families to fall out, which did not meet Lance's demands. Since they wouldn't fall out, then he would add fuel to the fire.

In the morning, after getting out of the car, the mayor straightened his attire and then went to the city hall carrying his briefcase.

John is doing well now. This greedy dog is very useful, and he has made the right choices.

The port branch bureau is now basically leaning towards John, which means it is leaning towards the mayor.

If he controls several more district branch bureaus, then he will have the most crucial power!

It would be very easy to bring down the five major families, and then he would find a way to get rid of Councilor Wade or Councilor Williams—they have been city councilors for a lifetime, it is only right for them to take a position as mayor in other cities before they retire, right?

Then only one stubborn faction in the city would remain, and he could calmly deal with this stubborn local and turn Gold Harbor City into his own city.

So in the past two days, he has appeared to be in high spirits. Those capitalists from Fides and other places have begun to pay attention to this place again, and many people have called him to ask whether the construction of the New Bay Area and the New Port Area can be put back on the agenda?

He has a sense of joy in being able to realize his great ambitions!

If he takes care of Gold Harbor City, and the capital controlled by the state government, the state legislature, and even Congress can come in, then his path to the upper echelons will be smoother.

Just as he sat down, his personal secretary walked over with a basket. These were all documents or letters that were delivered last night and this morning.

After the secretary briefly sorted them, he brought them in. The mayor hadn't had time to look at the envelopes when the secretary's exclamation came from outside the door!

"Oh my god, this is terrible!"

The personal secretary ran out and returned a short time later, holding a box.

There was a dead cat in the box. On the lid of the box, a line was probably written in the cat's blood, "Don't go further and further down the wrong path!"

The exclamation mark was written very vigorously, indicating that the writer's emotions were not relaxed when writing these words.

A disdainful smile appeared on the mayor's face, "Throw it in the trash."

Then he began to open the documents. When he opened a kraft paper bag, there seemed to be something inside. He opened the bag and poured it out, pouring out two bullets.

The golden bullets landed on the desk, and the personal secretary, who was assisting him in handling official business, looked over.

"Bullets?"

The mayor nodded, "How come these gang's methods of threatening people are still the same as they were ten years ago?"

The two laughed. These things were not a threat to the mayor at all.

The personal secretary said with a smile, "They're getting anxious."

The mayor put the bullets back into the kraft paper bag with tweezers and put it aside, "Tell John to take it later. There must be fingerprints on it. Find this person."

He paused and said, "What I want is for them to be anxious. The more anxious they are, the easier it is to make mistakes."

"I heard that Councilor Wade is trying to persuade the state legislature to impeach you."

The mayor didn't even raise his head and said indifferently, "Don't worry about him. There are far more people who want to extend their tentacles in than people who want to kick me out!"

After handling a few documents, he found another different document bag, which seemed to be empty.

Not only did he not have any panicked expression on his face, but he was also full of anticipation, "Let's see what tricks they're going to play this time."

He opened the document bag and poured out a piece of paper, a very special piece of paper.

The paper was covered with words or letters cut out from newspapers, which eventually formed a sentence—

"Eric is in my hands. If you don't want anything to happen to him, you better do as I say."

The mayor's expression changed slightly. He picked up the phone and dialed the number of Eric's villa.

"Is Eric home… Find them all, now!"

A dozen minutes later, those lackeys around Eric appeared in the mayor's office, "Where did Eric go?"

Several lackeys shook their heads. One of them said what happened last night, and the mayor's face was very ugly.

Because no one told him that Eric would actually do such a thing, which made him very embarrassed!

He then picked up the phone and called John, "Eric is missing, investigate it…"

After the people left, he took out the piece of paper again, which demanded that he resign.

The mayor remained calm, "Who do you think did it?"

His personal secretary picked up the paper and looked at it carefully, "I don't know, anyone is possible at this time."

"Moreover, they have demanded a condition that you obviously cannot agree to, so…"

The mayor leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, "They don't intend to return Eric!"

Without a doubt, he could not resign because of a blackmail letter, which meant that the other party might tear up the ticket.

And they can also throw dirty water on him—power is more important than blood relations!

This approach made him a little overwhelmed. The Federation has many bastard fathers, bastard mothers, bastard sons, and bastard daughters, but these bastards still value family relationships.

The more public figures they are, the more they care about how these public figures handle their family relationships!

If this matter is exposed, and the mayor sits idly by and watches his son be killed because he is reluctant to give up power, then this will become a… not entirely a scandal!

But it's enough to ruin his political life!

Who would like someone who values power more than family affection by their side?

But if he obeys the demands of the blackmail letter, then six years of endurance, and everything he has done now, wouldn't it all be in vain?

A difficult problem!