Empire of Shadows

Chapter 436 Saving Grandpa [666+13]

Two pretty girls at the bar near the entrance were chatting about some new products in the fashion magazines; these trendy things were the girls' favorites.

Who doesn't want to be fashionable?

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To become fashionable, they could sleep with a man they just met for less than five minutes, or they could take off the clothes that represent shame for a fee and pose seductively in front of the camera.

Maybe at first, they weren't used to these things and felt a little shy or embarrassed.

But when they began to enjoy the wealth they got from selling their dignity and found pleasure in it, it was difficult for them to get rid of these things and this kind of life.

The company's door was pushed open, and several young men who looked very classy walked in.

Lance and the others were wearing top-notch clothes handmade by old tailors, a craft that only nobles in the empire could enjoy.

These girls, including those from the middle class, were very good at distinguishing the quality of these clothes; just by taking a few simple glances at the details, they knew these clothes weren't cheap.

"Hello, is there anything I can do for you?"

The two girls put the magazines back into the drawer, then stood up, their faces full of sweet smiles.

Lance walked to the counter, glanced at some of the decorations on the back panel behind them, and finally focused his eyes on them, "I want to find a girl."

"Are you saying for selection?" one of the girls asked with a smile, business was coming, "What do you plan to use her for?"

"Print model, movie shooting, or some event site?"

She took out a brochure for introduction and handed it over, seemingly flipping through it casually. They support many activities, including the "party girls" that the girl didn't mention just now.

These "party girls" are a group similar to atmosphere creators. If someone wants to have a party in their villa and wants some beautiful, disposable girls to participate.

Then they will also provide them, starting at least fifty dollars each, and more may be two or three hundred, three or five hundred, or even one or two thousand.

They will take some pictures of some of the girls similar to magazine covers to tell you why these cost two or three hundred, three or five hundred.

Because they are all somewhat famous models, their prices are higher.

In fact, they may not be somewhat famous models, and the people who choose these girls don't really care whether they are or not. What they care about is quality and the pleasure of spending money.

It's really not difficult to earn these rich people's money. As long as you discover their needs, you can put the money in the rich people's pockets into your own pockets.

Lance shook his head, "Do you have a higher-level person in charge?"

"Like a client manager?"

The receptionist nodded, "Please wait a moment."

She felt that this might be a big order. She picked up the phone, pressed a blue button, and whispered a few words. Soon, a man in his thirties, exuding an aura of "living off women," came out from the door behind.

"Hello, sir, I'm Mike, the client manager of Dream Crystal. I'm here to serve you!"

"Please come with me."

He could also tell that Lance's outfit wasn't cheap, and his whole person was glowing!

He gave the two girls at the front desk a look that said, "I will remember your kindness," and then led Lance into his office.

After the receptionist brought coffee and everyone was seated, he sat in his seat with his hands clasped together.

"So... sir, what should I call you?"

"White."

"Okay, Mr. White, I want to know what kind of girl you want?"

"We operate various projects. No matter what your needs are, even if it's not girls, we can also provide boys."

"Models, actors, dancers, ballet dancers, anything you want!"

He even lowered his voice a little, "We are not so strict on age!" and showed a meaningful smile.

Lance looked at him for a while, took out the small photo that the middle-aged man gave him, "I want to find this girl."

The manager took the photo with some curiosity. He frowned, "Sorry, this photo looks... a bit old. I can't quite tell if she is one of our contracted models."

He handed the photo back to Lance, "But we can provide someone who looks similar to her, or is more beautiful, more experienced."

"What do you want her for?"

Lance took the photo back in his hand, "Can I talk to your talent scout?"

Manager Mike's expression froze. He seemed to realize that Lance wasn't here to do business.

The smile instantly disappeared from his face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous light shining through the slits, "Mr. White, if you are here to do business, we welcome you very much!"

"But if you are here to cause trouble, I can only say that you have come to the wrong place. This is not a place where anyone can run wild!"

Dream Crystal Company relies on the powerful people in the Bay Area. Even if something happens, they don't need to settle it themselves. The powerful people in the Bay Area will take care of it for them.

He wasn't afraid of Lance, nor was he afraid of most people in this city, after he knew what his job was like.

Lance stood up, he extended his right hand, "It seems we can't make this deal."

Mike was stunned for a moment, and also stood up, at least for now, it didn't seem like there would be any accidents.

Out of politeness, he also extended his hand, "It's a pity that we couldn't..."

When he thought that the two sides would shake hands and end this fruitless negotiation, Lance suddenly grabbed his wrist and, in his surprised expression, pressed his palm on the table.

In the instant before he could react, Lance pulled out a dagger from his waist. The dagger pierced Manager Mike's palm, pinning his hand to the table!

With a 'dong' sound, you could hear that it was nailed very tightly.

He subconsciously cried out in pain, and then subconsciously wanted to pull back, the sharp blade cut through a little muscle, he immediately dared not move, just screaming!

"Ah, ah, someone come, there's a madman here!"

The footsteps outside the door didn't cause Lance any panic. He even pinched both sides of the collar and shook it, making the somewhat messy clothes due to the sudden violent movements become smooth again.

Then he sat back in the chair, took a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table, and lit it with the table lighter.

That was a silver table lighter, it was a girl wearing a skirt, when you pressed her arm down, her clothes would be torn open, revealing the naked body inside.

Low-level, obscene, but in line with the atmosphere here.

The office door was pushed open, and two security guards rushed in with fierce faces, but soon the expressions on their faces turned into astonishment, and then they slowly raised their hands.

Two guns were pointed at their foreheads, and they didn't dare to do anything else besides raising their hands.

"My hand..." Manager Mike's other hand was holding his injured arm, his body was trembling with pain.

But at this time, his shouting wasn't so intense anymore, he realized that he, or rather the company, was really in big trouble.

"You know..."

Lance spat out a mouthful of smoke at him, he coughed a few times, and interrupted himself from what he wanted to say.

"I want to find a girl, she may have been discovered by your talent scout and taken away."

"If you can cooperate, I guarantee that within thirty minutes, you can go to the hospital to treat the wound on your palm."

"If you can't cooperate, I can only guarantee that you will be intact when you are buried."

Manager Mike looked at him, he didn't seem to be lying. He struggled fiercely in his heart for a while before pointing to the phone and said, "I need to call them over."

Lance raised his hand to signal him to do as he pleased.

He picked up the phone and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Motherfucker, come to my office!"

He hung up the phone as he said that!

This person is the director of the talent scout office, and he is responsible for all the dozen or so talent scouts in the company.

Although he knew that this had nothing to do with the talent scout director, it still didn't prevent him from venting his anger on this director.

Lance grabbed the dagger and pulled it out with force. The manager cried out in pain again. He held his palm, which had already begun to swell slightly, and showed a pleading look, "I need to go to the hospital."

The wound on his palm was still bleeding, he was extremely scared.

But Lance shook his head, "Those girls also want to go to the hospital, but the vast majority of them don't have the chance to enter the hospital alive."

Manager Mike's face became even worse, even a little gray. He knew that the person in front of him knew their most core business.

About four or five minutes later, the office door opened again. The talent scout director was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to turn around, Hairam grabbed his hair and dragged him in!

He hurriedly smiled ingratiatingly, "I don't know what happened, it has nothing to do with me..."

He glanced at Manager Mike and stood there honestly.

Lance looked at him and asked, "Have you recently been searching for those girls in the New Port District?"

The talent scout director was stunned for a moment, and cursed in his heart.

You have someone you care about, don't you know to take her away from a dangerous place?

Isn't this harming people?

But now he can only smile and say, "This matter is not handled by me, can I make a call?"

Lance had him make the call. As he explained, he picked up the phone, "We have two talent scouts responsible for the New Port District. They are good at discovering girls with talent…"

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and two middle-aged men who looked somewhat sleazy were reluctantly ushered in.

Lance showed them the photo he had in his hand, "I want to find this girl. Have either of you seen her before?"

The two men's eyes focused on the photo. The expression of one of them flickered for a moment, but they both quickly said they hadn't seen her.