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Ever since the Red High Heels club implemented a membership system, ordinary customers lost the qualification to enter.
They never told outsiders how to become a member or what the standards were. Even when some old customers asked, they often got no results.
Later, Booker spread some news through some people. People could not actively become members on their own. Only those who received an invitation from the Red High Heels had the qualification to become a member.
As for how to get invited, it depended on whether the person was rich enough, had a certain influence, and belonged to the decision-making figures.
Just having money was not enough.
This basically eliminated the possibility of ordinary people, and even the middle class, from joining. Those who could become members were all members of the upper class—
It is worth noting that the upper class of Golden Port did not refer to all the locals. Although the locals were a huge power group, in fact, there was another huge group in this upper class, who were also outsiders.
The only difference between these outsiders and the mayor and Chief Dale was that these outsiders would not compete with the locals for power and interests, but would instead bring them some positive changes and benefits.
For example, the general managers of some group companies in Golden Port. They also had great influence and were very rich, and were also members of the upper class, but they were harmless to the locals.
The true locals in the real sense had completely cut off ties with the Red High Heels. It was impossible for them to foolishly hand over leverage to the mayor.
Moreover, it had not been long since the Red High Heels had been restored. Even if some people had placed orders, they were only a few.
Even if they mastered this part of the evidence, it would be difficult to cause them any substantial harm because it was unlikely their girls would testify in court.
Perhaps this is a case of plans not keeping up with changes.
Previously, he had planned to rely on the power of the locals to gain a firm foothold in the state legislature. In the next second, he directly embraced the idea of overthrowing the entire order of Golden Port and ran wild.
So no matter what, for the locals, there was no need for the Red High Heels to continue to exist. At the same time, they were also worried about whether the Red High Heels would have any leverage or evidence against them.
So under the leadership of some people, the Bay Area Hound, Chief Charlie, mobilized the entire police system. They would seal up the Red High Heels as soon as possible, find, and destroy all records.
With such a decision made, coupled with Lance’s expression of support for this action, they soon began to operate.
Many pairs of eyes were secretly watching the Red High Heels in the Empire District. Just when this atmosphere was already very tense, an unexpected character suddenly entered the Red High Heels—
Eric, and his lackeys.
Eric, who had just been discharged from the hospital, planned to relax with his lackeys. He had been in the hospital for so long that his whole body was aching.
Now that he could finally come out, he naturally had to relax and have some fun.
A group of people entered the Red High Heels as arrogantly as they could be, which also alerted those pairs of eyes.
For a time, many phone calls were made to the Bay Area. People didn’t know if Eric was there to play or to pick up evidence. His group had driven several cars. What if he wanted to take away some key leverage and evidence? Would it trigger unpredictable consequences?
It was indeed possible for Eric to do so. He was the mayor’s nominal illegitimate son and was certainly a person the mayor trusted. People could not take the risk.
Just a few minutes later, the locals in the Bay Area decided to make a move on the Red High Heels. Lance also received a call, requiring his unconditional cooperation.
But at this time, the people inside the Red High Heels were not aware of this.
Sam sat on a chair wearing a bright red sequined dress, with a pink shawl draped over him. He held a long, slender ladies’ cigarette holder in his hand and was watching Booker teach a new girl how to be obedient.
This was actually not an easy job to do.
Or rather, to do this job well was not a simple matter, because for some girls, violence and pain could not make them completely submit.
So some psychological means had to be added, but the first step of submission under the threat of violence and pain was also necessary.
Different people have different tolerances for pain. Some people have a naturally higher tolerance, and these people are not so easy to handle.
Because injuring them is like damaging a product. No one likes their toy to be a tattered mess.
Scars are absolutely not allowed. This requires very skilled techniques, to be able to make them feel intense pain without leaving unsightly scars.
Sam was definitely an expert in this area. He had trained many girls, but Booker was not bad either. His methods were also a bit wilder.
But if the target girl was the type with a very low tolerance for pain, this matter would be very easy to do. Perhaps a few slaps could 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 end would often be very miserable. After all, this was the Red High Heels. You could come in alive, but it was highly likely they would not allow anyone to leave alive.
If they were just left with scars, they would be sent to Paradise City. There were a lot of tourists there, and they needed a large number of girls to provide pleasure, and the income from this was not bad.
As for those who could never be taught, some might be sold cheaply to those human traffickers and then resold to other countries.
Some might also be directly disposed of, becoming a part of Angel Lake.
This place was hell for those girls. Dignity, personality, everything, would be torn to shreds the moment they were sent here.
To live, one must abandon everything, leaving nothing behind!
Just like the girl in front of them, she was suspended from a rack, all her dignity and personality had been ruthlessly thrown to the ground.
Booker held a special whip in his hand and whipped her hard.
The sound of crying was very loud, but none of this could arouse the slightest pity in Sam. He looked at the girl’s body without any compassion.
A knock of bang bang bang came from the door. Booker, panting, hung the whip on the rack beside him.
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.”
Hearing this name, Sam frowned. He was not interested in this somewhat temperamental child, but who was to say that everyone said he was the mayor’s illegitimate son?
He glanced at Booker and the suspended girl, “You continue to handle her, I’ll go out and see.”
Booker nodded. He stood with his hands on his hips. At this moment, he had no desire, only enthusiasm for his work.
He didn’t know if it was because of the many things that had happened between him and Sam, but he found that he was undergoing some changes that even he himself found terrifying!
But… he couldn’t escape. He was actually the same as this girl. They had no choice.
It was just that this girl was still persisting, but he had already chosen to submit.
And this gave him a twisted anger. He wanted more than ever to make this girl bow her head, to make her submit. It seemed only in this way could he get 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 they resisted, in the end, they only had 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. It hurt a lot when it hit, but it rarely left scars. He whipped the girl hard on her body, gritting his teeth, “Just say the words I want, and I’ll let 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 miserable cry, not the words he wanted. He used even more force!
On the other side, Sam walked up from the basement. The wind had changed a bit recently.
The conflict between the mayor and the locals began to show clearly. The business of the Red High Heels was greatly affected. Many customers had suspended their services, but some people were still cooperating with the Red High Heels.
Although some of these people also lived in the Bay Area, they were not local tycoons. They might be representatives of some large corporate group in Golden Port.
Like Manager Lainey of the Liji Group, they were all managers of large corporate groups, and they also had their own desires that needed to be secretly vented.
But the local tycoons and politicians no longer continued to get special call services from him.
Compared to those special calls that could make more money, the speed of making money from those ordinary rich people’s calls was a bit slow, and the mayor didn’t particularly care.
Sam could feel these changes in the wind, could feel that the entire city seemed to be becoming oppositional, but he had no way at all. He could only continue to do his own work.
The customers placed orders, and then he and the Red High Heels were responsible for providing the goods and getting the payment from the customers for the orders, then the next cycle.
Of course, sometimes the customer would also specify the goods. In this case, the price would be higher, but the number of times would not be too many.
If he had known earlier that the situation in Golden Port would become like this, he would not have come from Paradise City. No matter who lobbied him, he would not have agreed.
By the time he arrived at Eric’s private room, Eric and his lackeys were already having fun.
This place also provided such services. After switching to a membership system, the number of people seeking satisfaction directly here became fewer. Most were take-out.
The moment Sam pushed open the door and entered the private room, Eric, who was laughing, suddenly stopped his actions. The girl in his arms also breathed a sigh of relief.
This young man looked quite normal, who would have thought his hand strength was so great!
“Young Master Eric,” Sam took the initiative to greet him.
Eric released the girl in his arms, leaned forward, and pressed his hands on his thighs, “Sam, I heard that I need your nod to take a girl away?”
Sam looked at the girls in the room and did not deny it, “These are the rules of the Red High Heels.”
“If you say you want to take my girls to other places, that’s completely fine, but we will deliver the girls and pick them up when the time is up.”
“And, we only accept private environments, not open or public places.”
Eric’s expression was very ugly, “I just want to take her out for a walk.”
Sam maintained a smile, “She is just a toy. The correct way to use a toy is not to take her running around, but how to use her.”
He looked at the girl next to Eric, a subtle change in his expression, “Help Young Master Eric have a good time.”
The girl next to Eric seemed to have received a huge fright and quickly knelt on the ground. Before she could do anything, Eric pushed her away.
He stood up and looked at Sam, “You are just the manager here, not the real owner here!”
He was expressing to Sam the concept that he was one of the owners here. If it weren’t for the special situation here, the Red High Heels’ business would also be under his name.
Looking at Eric like this, Sam didn’t argue with him either, “I’ll give your uncle a call.”
The image of the mayor instantly appeared in Eric’s mind. He suddenly shivered, and his person also calmed down.
He vaguely knew a little about the importance of the Red High Heels. He knew that this was not just a call girl company, there should be other work being done.
He had just been discharged from the hospital. Recently, he felt that something was wrong. He was very dependent on those special painkillers. As long as he didn’t get an injection, he would feel uncomfortable all over, and there would be a constant stream of pain coming from his joints, and even every part of his body.
This pain and discomfort would kill him!
But with just one shot, everything would be over, and it would also make him feel very comfortable. Sometimes there would even be hallucinations.
The injections of those special painkillers were not cheap, costing ten dollars a shot, but for him, it was just a small sum of money.
But he also knew that there was something wrong with this. He had consulted a doctor, who told him that this was a dependence of the body on the painkillers, which was normal.
When he had a fracture before, he was troubled by the pain and was injected with a large amount of painkillers, so he had a strong dependence.
It was actually very easy for him to quit. He just had to insist on not using painkillers.
He had tried and gave up.
That feeling of being in so much pain that he wanted to die made him feel terrified and desperate. 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 come and relax, but he ran into this damn problem again.
He didn’t know if it was a side effect of the painkillers, but he had become irritable, emotionally unstable, and had many other 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 I can’t take them out, then forget it.”
His fluctuating emotions began to churn again. One moment he was confronting Sam for the girl next to him, the next he felt this girl was detestable and kicked her to the ground, “What a f—king buzzkill!”
“Let’s go, let’s play somewhere else.” As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the private room opened, and a staff member walked nervously to Sam’s side and whispered in his ear.
A serious expression also appeared on Sam’s face, “Gather the girls together, tell them not to talk nonsense, otherwise we have plenty of ways to kill them!”
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Eric, “Young Master Eric, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little longer. The police have sealed off the Red High Heels, saying they are hunting a wanted fugitive, so…”
“Why would the police do this?” Eric looked confused. “And how dare they do this?”
Although on the surface the Red High Heels was Sam’s business, everyone knew who the real owner behind the scenes was.
He was about to go and see who was so bold as to come here and make trouble, not knowing whether to live or die.
But before he could walk out, the door of the private room was pushed open, and several police officers walked in. They directly ignored Eric and walked up to Sam.
“You are the general manager here?”
Sam pretended to be calm and nodded, “If no one else is called Sam, then it’s highly likely me.”
He noticed that the one questioning him was a sergeant.
“Very good, Mr. Sam. We are hunting a highly dangerous wanted fugitive. 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?”
As he spoke, it seemed as if he was asking if it was okay to do so, but the sergeant’s attitude had no hint of inquiry at all, but was ordering Sam.
Sam squeezed out a smile, “I hope you don’t scare my guests and girls. We are a legally operating business!”
The sergeant’s smile made his heart beat faster, not because he wanted something to happen with this sergeant, but because of nervousness, even fear.
“Of course, no problem. We’ll go to your office. I happen to have some things to ask you too.”
Only then did the sergeant see Eric and his group, “Take them away, search them, 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 sergeant gave him a sideways glance, “I don’t care if you’re Eric or John. We are on a mission. You’d better cooperate.”
Eric’s scalp tingled with pain when he heard these words!
He took another step forward, preparing to grab the sergeant’s collar, but the corner of his eye saw that the several police officers by the door had already taken out their pistols, and one of them had even released the safety.
In an instant, he became calm again.
He withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and seemed to want to imprint this sergeant’s appearance in his mind, “May I know your name?”
The sergeant sneered, “No!” He waved his finger, “Take these johns out…”
This was the first time Eric had been called a “john.” He was both angry and furious, but looking at the somewhat eager expressions of those police officers, he finally restrained his temper.
After he left this place, he would make these people pay the price!
The news that the Red High Heels was surrounded by the police was immediately passed to the mayor’s ears through some channels. He sat behind his desk looking at the darkness outside the window and thought for a good while.
Actually, he knew that the Bay Area would definitely make a move on the Red High Heels soon, and he was mentally prepared.
During this period, he had let Dale bite people everywhere like a mad dog, and with the continuous arrival of gangs from Fides, this had already touched the bottom line of the locals.
They would definitely fight back, and the Red High Heels was also a good choice.
It was just that he didn’t expect Eric to also be in the Red High Heels…