Chapter 281: Difficult Multiple Choice Question

Eric's preference is the same as most men's: he likes young, good-looking, and good-figured ones.

He always compares himself to a hunter, but many times he is not a hunter, because hunters can eat meat without spending money.

And he, either uses the money in his pocket or uses his special identity, so he can't 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 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 rejected many people, just sitting in the corner alone, drinking, seemingly a bit depressed.

This makes people have an urge to explore what caused her to knit her brows, and also have an urge to make her sing loudly!

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

He knew the fate of the little white flower. He could have saved this little white flower, but in his heart, there was an urge to destroy it fiercely!

People are complex, even if they are fools.

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

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

He walked to the girl's side, shaking the wine glass. The girl glanced at him sideways and turned her head away.

The unique desire for conquest of humans began to act up, plus Eric's dignity as a hunter at this time, he couldn't give up.

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

The girl looked at him. "Has anyone told you that you are very vulgar?"

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

He was a bit sensitive because of his identity.

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

And this intensified his urge to destroy this girl. He really wanted to know if she could still, if she had 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 bit confused. "What did you say?"

"I said how much!", he asked.

Looking at the girl who didn't seem to react, his voice was a bit louder. "How much money do you need to fuck you?"

The girl picked up the wine glass and splashed the wine in the cup at him. He dodged very nimbly; he had been preventing this.

"Shameless!"

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

"The girls who come here are basically doing this. 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 person."

"Name a price."

He likes to use such words to blaspheme those girls who look very decent. These harmful words are like sickles. He wants them to be bloody; only then can he prove that he is an excellent hunter.

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

"Is 100 enough?"

"200?"

The girl struggled, gave him a slap, which didn't hurt, but this angered Eric. "300?"

He looked at the girl, grabbing her hands. "I'll give you 500 dollars, 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 also came over to take a look, but just blocked others.

Eric Young Master, no matter what he did, it was correct!

These people from Fides knew very clearly that even if Eric Young Master asked you to kneel down and be a "big horse" for him to ride now, you'd better do it.

This is his privilege!

Eric at this time was like those bad seeds in operas who were rotten to the core, not nervous at all about the girl saying she would call the police.

He even teased, "Police Chief Lukaer 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 got satisfaction.

He stroked the girl's cheek, the delicate and elastic feeling made him almost fly. He had no interest in continuing to drink; he wanted it now!

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

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

"For every time you shout more, there will be one more person!"

He even took a step back. "Shout!"

The girl seemed unable to distinguish the truth of this sentence, but seeing that the bar's security was protecting him, she also realized the desperate situation at this time.

She stood in place, looking at him stubbornly, big tears flowing from her eye sockets, hatred and a trace of fear in her eyes.

This gave Eric unprecedented satisfaction!

His psychological illness actually hadn't been completely cured, but the psychologist thought his next treatment didn't need professional knowledge intervention; he needed to vent.

Venting his inner fear through his way, only Eric, he would suggest doing so. If it were someone else, he wouldn't do so.

Because others didn't have this opportunity and ability, Eric had it.

Lanse left him with too deep a psychological trauma. He subconsciously hoped he could become a person like Lanse, but clearly, he used this ruthlessness in the wrong place.

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

Even his breathing was rapid!

He dragged the girl out of the back door of the bar. Although his brain was full of tadpoles, at least he knew he couldn't make it difficult for the bar.

The lackeys had already prepared the car and were waiting for him. He said panting, "Go to the nearest hotel..."

He couldn't wait to go home; he needed it now!

There are many hotels in the Star District. After all, this place is also one of the "tourist attractions" of New Jincheng, with rich supporting facilities.

The car didn't go far before stopping outside a hotel. He dragged the girl into the hotel and stood at the front desk. "I'm Eric, give me a suite."

The front desk waitress was a bit at a loss. She glanced at the girl beside Eric and looked at the manager on duty.

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

The waitress took down a key and handed it over. "Wish you..."

Before she finished speaking, Eric took the key and dragged the girl into the elevator impatiently.

The waitress looked at the manager, seemingly asking "Is this really okay?" The girl was clearly forced.

But the manager just shook his head coldly. "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 to pretend to sleep.

Eric threw the girl onto the bed like a wild beast, ignoring her crying and tearing his clothes. He was venting his infinite anger and fear through violence!

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

This emotional venting made him last for a while. When he finally released part of his fear in a roar, he relaxed his whole body.

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

He went into the bathroom, took a hot shower, drank some alcohol, and finished some physical exercise; now, the comfort brought by the hot shower made him start to yawn.

He went to another room, lay down on the clean bed, his mind a complete blank!

A night of thinking about nothing is truly wonderful!

Without realizing it, 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 main door with a composed look.

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

Elvin nodded slightly, "Thank you for this time; do you want to go to the hospital?"

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

The girl, however, looked indifferent, "He can only be considered a beginner, or not even a beginner; these minor injuries are just a small problem."

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

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

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

"What about the others?"

In fact, there wasn't just one girl fishing in the bar; there were others too, quite a few.

Elvin had talked with them, if they could help bring Eric to the hotel.

Then the family promised to help them settle their identity information; in other words, they would transform into federal citizens, and then take the money Lanse gave them to start a new life.

At the same time, there was a condition: they could not appear in Laizhou, once they were discovered by them, they had returned.

Then what they would face would be the flames of destruction!

Regarding this kind of thing, several girls agreed immediately.

They actually didn't value the money issue as much; what they valued was a legal identity.

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

Those who can immigrate legally might not be rich, but they wouldn't be poor to the point of needing to sell their bodies.

So these girls also have many problems that need to be solved, and the identity issue is the most urgent.

Once the immigration bureau decides to catch them, they can only be sent back, so having a legal identity is very important.

As for money, it is actually not the most important thing; for them, who are already used to lying down and earning money, wanting to earn money is not difficult.

Having become accustomed to life in the Federation, if they were to return to the Empire, they could not accept that kind of stifling environment.

And a legal identity, to a certain extent, also represents safety.

Elvin pushed the cart into the guest room and closed the door, "The others, like you, will all get what they want."

Ten minutes later, under the influence of a potent sedative and painkillers, Eric was put into the service cart without the slightest resistance, and then secretly transported out of the hotel by Elvin.

The mayor's step-by-step pressure did not make the five major families turn against him; this did not fit Lanse's demands. Since they wouldn't turn against him, he would add fuel to the fire.

In the morning, after the mayor got out of the car, he tidied up his attire and then carried his briefcase to the City Hall.

John is doing well now; this greedy dog is very useful, and the choice he made is very correct.

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

If he can control a few more regional branches, then he will be equivalent to controlling the most critical power!

It would be very easy to topple the five major families, and then he would find a way to get rid of Councilor Wei De or Councilor Williams—they have worked as municipal councilors for a lifetime, it is only right for them to serve as mayors in other cities before retirement, right?

Then there would only be one stubborn faction left in the city; he could calmly deal with this stubborn local, and then turn New Jincheng into his own city.

So for the past two days, he has appeared to be in high spirits; those capitalists from Fides and other places have started to pay attention to this place again, and quite a few people have called to ask him if the construction of the New Bay Area and the New Port Area could be put back on the agenda?

He has a joy of grand ambition!

If he can settle New Jincheng, the state government, the state assembly, and even the capital controlled by Congress can come in, then his path to the upper class will also be smoother.

Just after sitting down, his personal secretary walked over with a basket; these were documents or letters sent last night and this morning.

After the secretary sorted them simply, he brought them in; the mayor hadn't had time to look through these envelopes when the secretary's exclamation came from outside the door!

"My God, this is terrible!"

The personal secretary trotted out, and not long after, came back with a box.

There was a dead cat in the box, and on the lid of the box, a line of words was written, possibly in cat blood: "Don't go further and further down the wrong path!"

That exclamation mark was written very vigorously, and it could be seen that the writer's emotions were not light when writing these words.

A look of disdain appeared on the mayor's face, "Throw it into the trash heap."

Afterward, he began to open those documents; when he opened a kraft paper bag, there seemed to be something inside. He opened the bag mouth and poured it out, pouring out two bullets.

The yellow bullets landed on the desk, and the personal secretary who was assisting him with official business looked over here.

"Bullets?"

The mayor nodded, "Pistol bullets; how come these gang methods of threatening people are exactly the same as ten years ago?"

Both of them laughed; these things were actually not a threat to the mayor at all.

The personal secretary said with a smile, "They are anxious."

The mayor used tweezers to put the bullets back into the kraft paper bag and set it aside, "Have someone give this to John later; there must be fingerprints on this, find this person."

He paused as he spoke, "What I want is for them to be anxious; the more anxious they are, the easier it is for them to make mistakes."

"I heard that Councilor Wei De is persuading the state assembly to impeach you."

The mayor didn't even lift his head and said indifferently, "Don't worry about him; there are far more people who want to extend their reach in here than those who want to kick me out!"

After processing a few documents, he found another different document bag, which seemed to have nothing inside.

Not only was there no panic or unease on his face, but it was also full of anticipation, "Let's see what tricks they are 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, and they eventually formed a sentence—

"Eric is in my hands; if you don't want him to have an accident, you had 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 at home... bring them all here, now!"

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

Several lackeys shook their heads one after another, and someone mentioned what happened last night; the mayor's face looked very bad.

Because no one told him that Eric would actually do this kind of thing, which made him lose face!

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

After the people left, he took out that piece of paper again; it demanded that he resign to take the blame.

The mayor still appeared very calm, "Who do you think did it?"

His personal secretary picked up the paper and looked at it seriously, "I don't know, anyone could have, at this time."

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

The mayor leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples, "They didn't intend to let Eric go!"

Undoubtedly, he couldn't resign to take the blame just because of a ransom note, so this meant that the other party had the possibility of killing the hostage.

And they could also smear him—power is more important than blood relatives!

This approach made him somewhat overwhelmed; the Federation has many asshole fathers, asshole mothers, asshole sons, and asshole daughters, but these assholes still value family relationships immensely.

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

If this matter is exposed, and the mayor sits by and watches his son be killed because he is reluctant to give up power, then this will become a... scandal that isn't entirely a scandal!

But it would be enough to destroy his political life!

Who could like someone whose desire for power outweighs their affection for family by their side?

But if he complied with the demands of the ransom note, wouldn't the six years of endurance and everything he has done now be in vain?

A difficult problem!