Shadow Empire

Chapter 279 Difficult Multiple Choice Questions

Eric's preferences are the same as most men's, he likes young, good-looking women with good figures.

He always compares himself to a hunter, but most of the time he is not a hunter because hunters can eat meat without spending any money.

He either uses the money in his pocket or uses his special identity, so he cannot be considered a hunter, but he likes to call himself a hunter.

And now, when he needs to vent, he will become a pure hunter, looking for his favorite prey.

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

He had been observing this girl for a long time. She rejected many people and just sat alone in the corner, drinking, seeming a little depressed.

This makes people want to explore what made her frown, and also makes people want to ask her to sing loudly!
He didn't know how to describe his feelings. He was like a little white flower that fell into a dye vat. She was so out of place here, but was being swallowed up by it bit by bit.

He knew the fate of the little white flower. He could obviously save the little white flower, but he had a desire to destroy it ruthlessly in his heart!

People are complicated, even fools.

People can't stand good things, especially good things that they can't get, because when they see them and can't get them, they want to destroy them.

Even if you get it, you want to destroy it!

He walked up to the girl and shook his wine glass. The girl glanced at him and turned away.

The unique human desire for conquest began to take effect, and Eric's dignity as a hunter 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 anyone ever told you that you are vulgar?"

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

He is a little sensitive because of his identity.

He didn't like this level of adjectives being used to describe himself, as it would remind him of his poor current situation.

This also intensified his urge to destroy the girl. He really wanted to know whether she would still have the strength to say this after a few hours!

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

The girl looked confused. "What did you say?"

"How much is it!", he asked.

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

The girl picked up the wine glass and poured the wine in it at him. He dodged quickly as he had been prepared for this.

"Shameless!"

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

"The girls who come here basically do this. Do you think those well-behaved girls would come to the bar to drink alone at night?"

"Don't pretend. You just want to find a customer who can afford the price, and I happen to be that rich person."

"Make a price."

He liked to use such words to blaspheme those girls who looked decent. These hurtful words were like a sickle, and he wanted to draw blood. He liked to see these girls being cut by him, which proved that he was an excellent hunter.

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

"Is one hundred enough?"

"two hundred?"

The girl struggled and slapped him. It didn't hurt, but it angered Eric. "Three hundred?"

He looked at the girl and grabbed her hands. "I'll give you five hundred dollars, and I want you right away!"

The girl was still struggling, "I'm calling the police!"

There were already people gathering around, but they were all chased away by Eric's lackeys. The bar's security guard also came over to take a look, but just blocked other people.

Master Eric, whatever he did was right!
These people from Fides knew very well that even if Master Eric asked you to kneel down and let him ride on you like a "big horse", you'd better do it.

This is his privilege!

At this moment, Eric was like those bad guys in the opera who had sores on their heads and pus on their feet. He was not nervous at all when he told the girl that he would call the police.

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

Looking at the girl's disbelieving expression, Eric finally got satisfaction.

He stroked the girl's cheek. The tender and elastic feeling made him feel like flying. He was no longer interested in drinking. He wanted it now!

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

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

"Every time you shout, there's one more person!"

He even took a step back, "You shout!"

The girl seemed unable to tell whether this statement was true or not, but when she saw that the security guards at the bar were protecting him, she seemed to realize the desperate situation at the moment.

She stood there, looking at him stubbornly, tears as big as beans flowing from her eyes, her eyes filled with hatred and a hint of fear.

This gave Eric unprecedented satisfaction!
In fact, his mental illness has not been completely cured, but the psychologist believes that his future treatment no longer requires professional knowledge intervention, and what he needs is to vent.

Only Eric would suggest venting the fear in his heart in his own way. If it were anyone else, he would not do it.

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

Lance left him with a huge and deep psychological trauma. He subconsciously hoped that he could become a person like Lance, but it was obvious that he used his ruthlessness in the wrong place.

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

My breathing is rapid!
He took the girl's hand and dragged her out of the bar through the back door. Although his mind was full of tadpoles, he at least knew not to make things difficult for the bar.

The lackey had already driven the car and was waiting for him. He panted and said, "Let's go to the nearest hotel..."

It was too late for him to go home, and he needed it now!
There are many hotels in the Xingguang District. After all, it is one of the "tourist attractions" of Jingang City and has rich supporting facilities.

The car didn't go 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 woman at the front desk was a little overwhelmed. She glanced at the girl next to Eric and then at the manager on duty.

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

The waitress took down a bunch of keys and handed them over. "I wish you..."

Before she could finish her words, Eric impatiently took the key and dragged the girl into the elevator.

The waitress looked at the manager, as if asking "Is this really okay?" The 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 thing -"

"Don't mind your own business!"

After he finished speaking, he returned to his seat and dozed off with his eyes slightly closed.

Eric threw the girl onto the bed like a wild beast, and tore his clothes despite her cries. He was venting the infinite anger and fear in his heart through violence!
It has to be said that he felt extremely strong at this moment!
This emotional outburst lasted him for a long time. When he finally released some of his fear in his roar, he relaxed completely.

Looking at the mess in the room, he smiled with satisfaction. Glancing at the girl he had crushed, his desire for destruction was fully released.

He went to the bathroom, took a hot shower, drank some wine, and did 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, his mind was blank!
It was a good night to not think about anything! Before he knew it, he fell asleep. He didn't know that the girl stood up with a calm face.

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

Erwin, dressed as a hotel waiter, came in with a service cart. The girl lit a cigarette and tilted her head to him, "In the guest room."

Erwin nodded slightly, "Thank you very much this time, do you want to go to the hospital?"

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

The girl looked nonchalant. "He can only be considered an entry-level expert, or even not even an entry-level expert. This injury is just a minor problem."

She hesitated, "Can I know how you plan to deal with him?"

Erwin was silent for a moment, and then the girl suddenly said, "I don't want to know."

Erwin gave her an appreciative look. "But it's too late. He will appear on the front page. But don't worry. This is our promise. You won't be hurt."

"What about the others?"

In fact, there was not only the girl fishing in the bar, there were several other people fishing as well.

Erwin talked to them and asked if they could help get Eric to the hotel.

Then the family promised to help them get their identity information. In other words, they suddenly became federal citizens, and then took the money given by Lance to start a new life.

At the same time, there is a condition that they cannot appear in Likalai Province. Once they are discovered by them, they will come back.

Then what they have to face is the flames of destruction!
Several girls agreed to this request immediately.

They don't really care about money, what they care about is legal status.

Seventy percent of the imperial girls who are now engaged in the sex trade are illegal immigrants.

Those who are able to immigrate legally may not be rich, but they are not so poor that they have to sell their bodies.

So these girls also have a lot of problems to solve, and the identity issue is the most important one.

Once the immigration bureau decides to arrest them, they can only be sent back, so it is important to have a legal identity.

As for money, it is not the most important thing. For those who are used to making money by lying down, it is not difficult to make money.

They have become accustomed to life in the Federation, and if they were asked to return to the Empire, they would not be able to accept that dull environment.

Moreover, legal identity also represents security to a certain extent.

Erwin wheeled the cart into the guest room and closed the door, "Others will get what they want just like you."

More than ten minutes later, under the influence of powerful sedatives and painkillers, Eric was put into the service car without any resistance, and then secretly transported out of the hotel by Erwin.

The mayor's relentless pressure did not cause the five major families to turn against each other, which did not meet Lance's wishes. Since they did not turn against each other, he would add fuel to the fire.

In the morning, the mayor got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and then came to the city hall carrying his briefcase.

John is doing well now, this greedy dog ​​is useful and he made the right choice.

The Port Branch is now basically on John's side, which means it is on the mayor's side.

If he controls a few more regional branches, 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 Councilman Wade or Councilman Williams - they have been city councilors for their entire lives, so it is only right for them to serve as mayors of other cities before retiring, right?

Then there will be only one diehard left in the city, and he can easily deal with this stubborn local and then make Jingang City his own.

So he seemed to be in high spirits these past two days. Capitalists from Fides and other places began to pay attention to this place again. Many people called him to ask whether the construction of the new bay area and the new port area could be put back on the agenda?
He felt a sense of joy at achieving great things!

He has taken control of Jingang City, the state government, the state legislature, and even the capital controlled by Congress, so his path to the upper class will be smoother.

As soon as he sat down, his personal secretary came over with a basket, which contained documents or letters that had been delivered last night and this morning.

After a simple sorting, the secretary brought them in. Before the mayor had time to look through the envelopes, the secretary's exclamation was heard outside the door!
“Oh my god, this is horrible!”

The personal secretary ran out trotted and came back a short while later with a box.

There was a dead cat in the box, and on the lid of the box, written, probably in the cat’s blood, was a line of words: “Don’t go further down the wrong path!”

The exclamation mark was written very vigorously, and it can be seen that the writer was not in a relaxed mood when writing these words.

The mayor smiled disdainfully and said, "Throw it in the trash."

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

Huang Chengcheng's bullet landed on the desk, and his personal secretary who was assisting him in handling official business looked over here.

"bullet?"

The mayor nodded. "Pistol bullets, how come these gangs are still threatening people in the same way as they were ten years ago?"

They both laughed. These things were not a threat to the mayor at all.

The personal secretary smiled and said, "They are anxious."

The mayor put the bullet back into the brown paper bag with tweezers and put it aside. "Send it to John 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 more likely they are to make mistakes."

"I heard Congressman Wade is trying to convince the state legislature to impeach you."

The mayor said indifferently without even looking up, "Don't worry about him. There are far more people who want to extend their tentacles than those who want to kick me out!"

After processing a few documents, he found a different file bag, which seemed to have nothing in it.

There was no panic on his face, but instead he was full of anticipation, "Let's see what tricks they are going to play this time."

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

The paper was covered with words or letters cut from newspapers, which eventually formed a paragraph -

"Eric is in my hands. If you don't want him to get into an accident, you'd 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...get them all here, now!"

Ten minutes later, Eric's lackeys appeared in the mayor's office and asked, "Where is Eric?"

Several lackeys shook their heads, and one of them told the mayor what happened last night. The mayor looked unhappy.

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

He then picked up the phone and called John, "Eric is missing, go investigate..."

After everyone had left, he took out the paper again, which asked him to resign.

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

His personal secretary picked up the paper and looked at it carefully. "I don't know. Anyone could be the one at this time."

"And they asked for a condition that you obviously couldn't agree to, so..."

The mayor leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temple. "They're not planning on letting Eric back!"

There is no doubt that he would not resign because of the blackmail letter, as this would mean that the other party might kill him.

And they can also throw dirty water on him - power is more important than blood!
This approach made him a little overwhelmed. There were many bastard fathers, bastard mothers, bastard sons, and bastard daughters in the Federation, but these bastards still attached great importance to family relationships.

The more public figures they are, the more they care about how these public figures handle their family relationships!
If this matter were to be exposed, and the mayor watched his son being killed because he was reluctant to give up his power, then this would become a scandal that is... not quite a scandal!
But it was enough to ruin his political career!

Who would like to have someone whose desire for power outweighs family affection around them?
But if I obey the demands of the blackmail letter, then wouldn’t all the six years of patience and everything I’ve done now be in vain?
A difficult problem!
(End of this chapter)