Empire of Shadows

Since the Red Heels Club implemented its membership system, ordinary guests have lost their eligibility to enter.

They never tell outsiders how to become a member or what the criteria are. Even when some former regular customers inquire, they often receive no results.

Later, Booker spread some information through certain people: people cannot proactively become members; only those who receive an invitation from Red Heels are eligible.

As for how to receive an invitation, it depends on whether the person is wealthy enough, has a certain level of influence, or is a decision-maker.

Simply being rich is not enough.

This basically eliminates ordinary people, even the middle class, from joining. Those who can become members are all members of high society—

It is worth noting that the high society of Gold Harbor City does not refer to all the locals. Although the locals are a large group, in reality, this high society also includes another large group, who are also outsiders.

However, these outsiders, unlike the mayor and Chief Dale, do not compete with the locals for power and profit. Instead, they bring some positive changes and benefits to them.

For example, the general managers of some group companies in Gold Harbor City have a great influence and are also very wealthy. They are also members of high society but are harmless to the locals.

The locals in the true sense have completely severed ties with Red Heels. They would never be foolish enough to hand over a handle to the mayor.

Moreover, Red Heels has not been restored for a long time. Even if some people have placed orders, it is only a small number.

Even if they possess this part of the evidence, it is difficult to cause any practical harm to them, because their girls are unlikely to testify in court.

Perhaps this is a case of plans not keeping up with changes.

Previously, he had planned to gain a foothold in the state legislature with the help of the local forces, but in the next second, he directly embraced the idea of overturning the entire order of Gold Harbor City, and ran wildly all the way.

Therefore, in any case, for the locals, Red Heels has no need to continue to exist. At the same time, they are also worried about whether Red Heels might retain any handles or evidence of theirs.

So, under the leadership of some people, Bay Area Hound Chief Charlie launched the entire police system. They will seal off Red Heels as soon as possible, find, and destroy all records.

With such a decision, coupled with Lance's expression of support for this action, they quickly began to operate.

Many eyes were secretly watching Red Heels in the Empire District. Just when the atmosphere was already very tense, an unexpected character suddenly entered Red Heels—

Eric, and his lackeys.

Eric, who had just been discharged from the hospital, planned to relax with his lackeys. He had been hospitalized for so long that his bones were aching all over.

Now that he can finally come out, he naturally wants to relax and have some fun.

A group of people entered Red Heels as arrogantly as possible, which also alarmed those pairs of eyes.

For a time, many calls were made to the Bay Area. People didn't know whether Eric was going to play or to pick up evidence. His group drove several cars. If he were to take away some key handles and evidence, would it cause unpredictable consequences?

Eric might indeed do this. He is the mayor's nominal illegitimate son and must be someone the mayor trusts. People cannot take risks.

Only a few minutes later, the locals in the Bay Area decided to take action against Red Heels. Lance also received a call, requiring him to cooperate unconditionally.

But at this time, the people inside Red Heels were not aware of this.

Sam, wearing a bright red sequined dress, sat on a chair with a pink shawl draped over his shoulders. He held a slender lady's cigarette holder in his hand, watching how the newly arrived girls taught by Booker were being obedient.

This is actually not an easy job to do.

Or rather, wanting to do this job well is not a simple matter, because for some girls, violence and pain cannot make them completely submit.

So, some psychological methods have to be added, but the first step of submission under the threat of violence and pain is also necessary.

Different people have different levels of tolerance for pain and suffering. Some people have a higher innate tolerance, and these people are not easy to deal with.

Because hurting them is like breaking a commodity. No one likes their toys to be tattered.

Scars, like those that leave scars, are absolutely not allowed. This requires very skilled techniques, which can make them feel severe pain without leaving unsightly scars.

Sam is definitely an expert in this regard. He has trained many girls, but Booker is not bad either, and his methods are even wilder.

However, if the target girl has a very low tolerance for pain, this matter will be very easy to do. Perhaps a few slaps can make them learn the first step of submission.

The destruction of personality often begins with the first submission.

As for those who are always unwilling, their fate is often very miserable. After all, this is Red Heels. They can come in alive, but it is very likely that they will not allow anyone to leave alive.

If they only leave scars, they will be sent to Paradise City. There are many tourists there, and they need to provide a large number of replaced girls, and the income in this area is not bad.

As for those who can't be taught no matter what, some may be sold cheaply to those human traffickers and then resold to other countries.

Some may be directly disposed of and become part of Angel Lake.

This place is hell for those girls. Dignity, personality, everything will be shattered the moment they are sent here.

To live, they must abandon everything and leave nothing behind!

Just like the girl in front of him, she was hanging on a shelf, all her dignity and personality had been smashed to the ground.

Booker held a special whip in his hand, lashing her hard.

The cries were loud, but none of this could give Sam the slightest pity. He looked at the girl's body without the slightest pity.

There was a knock on the door. Booker hung the whip on the shelf next to him, panting.

He picked up a towel to wipe the sweat from his body and walked towards the door, "Who's there?"

"Mr. Booker, Boss, Young Master Eric is here."

Sam frowned when he heard this name. He was not interested in this somewhat eccentric child, but who told everyone that he was the mayor's illegitimate son?

He glanced at Booker and the suspended girl, "You continue to deal with her, I'll go out and take a look."

Booker nodded. He put his hands on his hips. At this time, he had no desire at all, only enthusiasm for his work.

He didn't know if it was because of so many things happening between him and Sam, but he found that he was undergoing some changes that even he himself felt terrified!

But... he couldn't escape. He was actually the same as this girl. They had no choice.

It's just that this girl is still insisting, but he has already chosen to submit.

And this gave him a twisted anger. He wanted this girl to bow her head more than ever, to make her submit, as if only in this way could he gain a trace of peace in his heart.

Only in this way could he tell and convince himself that his choice was correct.

Because no matter how much they resist, in the end they only have two paths.

Bow your head, or die.

He didn't want to die, so he bowed his head.

Bowing your head is actually the only choice, right?

He picked up the special whip, which hurt a lot when whipped, but rarely left scars. He whipped the girl hard, clenching his teeth, "As long as you say the words I want, I will put you down, no one will hurt you again, and you can get a piece of clothing!"

But what responded to him was only the girl's screams, not the words he wanted. He used even more force!

On the other side, Sam walked up from the basement. The rumors have changed a bit recently.

The conflict between the mayor and the locals has begun to manifest itself significantly. Red Heels' business has been greatly affected. Many customers have suspended their services, but some are still continuing to cooperate with Red Heels.

Although some of these people also live in the Bay Area, they are not local tycoons. They may be representatives of a large group company in Gold Harbor City.

Like Lenny, the general manager of the Ligee Group, they are all managers of large groups, and they also have their own desires that need to be secretly vented.

But local tycoons and politicians no longer continue to obtain special escort services from him.

Compared to those special escorts who can make more money, the money-making speed of those ordinary rich people's escorts is a bit slow, and the mayor doesn't particularly care.

Sam could feel these changes in the wind, and he could feel that the entire city seemed to be becoming confrontational, but he had no way to do anything. He could only continue to do his work.

Customers place orders, and then he and Red Heels are responsible for providing the goods and obtaining the fees paid for the orders, and then the next cycle.

Of course, sometimes customers also specify the goods, and the price in this case will be higher, but the number of times will not be too many.

If he had known that the situation in Gold Harbor City would become like this, he would not have come over from Paradise City. No matter who persuaded him, he would not have agreed.

When he arrived at Eric's private room, Eric and his lackeys were already having fun.

This place also provides such services. After changing to a membership system, there are fewer people who directly seek satisfaction here, most of them are takeaways.

The moment Sam pushed open the door and entered the private room, Eric, who had been laughing, suddenly stopped what he was doing, and the girl in his arms breathed a sigh of relief.

This young man looked quite normal, but who would have thought he'd have such a strong grip!

"Young Master Eric," Sam greeted him proactively.

Eric released the girl in his arms, bent forward, and pressed his hands on his thighs, "Sam, I heard that taking a girl away requires your approval?"

Sam glanced at the girls in the room and didn't deny it, "That's Red High Heels' rule."

"If you want to take my girls somewhere else, that's no problem at all, but we'll send the girls over and bring them back when the time comes."

"And, we only accept private environments, not open or public places."

Eric's expression was very unpleasant, "I just wanted to take her out for a stroll."

Sam maintained his smile, "She's just a toy, and the correct way to use a toy isn't to take her around, but how to use her."

He looked at the girl next to Eric, his expression changing slightly, "Help Young Master Eric enjoy himself."

The girl next to Eric seemed to be greatly frightened, and she quickly knelt on the ground, but before she could do anything, Eric pushed her away.

He stood up, looked at Sam, "You're just the manager here, not the real owner!"

He was expressing to Sam that he was one of the owners here, and if the situation here wasn't so special, Red High Heels' business would also be under his name.

Looking at Eric like this, Sam didn't argue with him, "I'll call your uncle."

In an instant, the image of the mayor appeared in Eric's mind, and he suddenly shivered and calmed down.

He vaguely knew a little about the importance of Red High Heels, knowing that it wasn't just a call girl company, but that there should be some other work being done.

He had just been discharged from the hospital, and recently he had felt something was wrong. He was very dependent on those special painkillers. As long as he didn't inject them, he would feel uncomfortable all over, and there was constant pain from his joints, even from every part of his body.

These pains and discomforts would kill him!

But with just one shot, everything would end, and he would also feel very comfortable, and sometimes even have hallucinations.

The injectable special painkillers weren't cheap, costing ten dollars a shot, but for him, it was just a small amount of money.

But he also knew that there was something wrong. He had consulted a doctor, and the doctor had told him that this was a kind of dependence on painkillers, which was normal.

Before, when he had a fracture, he was troubled by pain and injected a lot of painkillers, so he had a strong dependence.

He wanted to quit, but it was actually very easy, as long as he insisted on not using painkillers.

He tried it and gave up.

That feeling of being in unbearable pain made him feel terrified and desperate, and he could only force himself to forget all this.

Today was the day he was discharged from the hospital. He had been abstinent for more than a month. He originally wanted to relax, but he encountered this damn problem again.

He didn't know if it was a side effect of the painkillers, but he became irritable, emotionally unstable, and had many indescribable changes.

But no matter how he changed, once the image of the mayor appeared in his mind, he calmed down.

"No need to disturb my uncle's work, if we can't take them out, then forget it."

His constantly changing emotions began to surge again. One moment he was confronting Sam for the girl next to him, and the next moment he felt that the girl was hateful, kicking her to the ground, "So fucking boring!"

"Let's go, let's go play somewhere else."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room opened, and a staff member walked up to Sam with a nervous expression and whispered something.

Sam also showed some serious expressions on his face, "Gather the girls together, and tell them not to talk nonsense, otherwise we have ways to kill them!"

Saying that, he turned to look at Eric, "Young Master Eric, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while longer. The police have blocked Red High Heels, saying they are chasing a wanted criminal, so…"

"Why would the police do this?" Eric looked confused, "And how dare they do this?"

Although on the surface Red High Heels was Sam's business, everyone knew who the real owner was behind the scenes.

He prepared to go see who had the guts to make trouble here without knowing whether they were dead or alive.

But before he could go out, the door of the private room was pushed open, and several policemen walked in. They directly ignored Eric and walked up to Sam.

"Are you the general manager here?"

Sam nodded, trying to appear calm, "If there's no one else named Sam, then it's probably me."

He noticed that the one who asked him was a police chief.

"Very good, Mr. Sam, we are chasing a highly dangerous wanted criminal, and we have intelligence that he is hiding in the Red High Heels Club."

"So we need you to cooperate with us and search this place from top to bottom. No problem, right?"

Saying that, it seemed like he was asking if he could do that, but the police chief's attitude didn't have the slightest hint of asking, but was ordering Sam.

Sam squeezed out some smiles, "I hope you don't scare my guests and girls, we are operating legally!"

The police chief smiled, making his heart beat faster, not because he wanted to have something happen with this police chief, but because of nervousness, even fear.

"Of course, no problem, let's go to your office, I also have some things to ask you."

The police chief then saw Eric and his group, "Take them away, search them, and see if there are any dangerous items."

Eric was stunned for a moment, he took two steps forward, "Open your dog eyes and see who I am!"

"I'm Eric!"

The police chief glanced at him sideways, "I don't care if you're Eric or Eric Pound, we're on a mission, you better cooperate."

Eric's scalp was tingling when he heard these words!

He took another step forward, preparing to grab the police chief's collar, but the corner of his eye discovered that several policemen by the door had already taken out their guns, and one of them even released the safety.

In an instant, he calmed down again.

He retracted his hand, took two steps back, seemingly wanting to imprint the appearance of this police chief in his mind, "Can I know your name?"

The police chief chuckled, "No!"

He waved his finger, "Take these patrons out…"

This was the first time Eric had been called a "patron" by someone, and he was both angry and furious, but looking at the eager expressions of those policemen, he finally restrained his temper.

Once he left this place, he would make these people pay the price!

The news that Red High Heels was surrounded by the police was transmitted to the mayor's ears through some channels as soon as possible. He sat behind his desk and stared at the darkness outside the window for a while.

In fact, he knew that the Bay Area would definitely take action against Red High Heels soon, and he was also mentally prepared.

During this period of time, he let Dale bite people everywhere like a mad dog, and with the constant arrival of the Fiedes gang, this had already touched a part of the bottom line of the locals.

They would definitely fight back, and Red High Heels was also a good choice.

It's just that he didn't expect that Eric would also be in Red High Heels…