Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

William always sleeps alone. His bed is very wide, enough for ten people to sleep on. His bedroom is very large, almost like a ballroom scene from a movie. However, ever since his first wife died ten years ago, he has always slept alone.

This is not to say that he no longer associates with women. Although he is getting older, physically he is still a vigorous man. However, now only very young girls can arouse his desire. He has also found that he can handle several in one night, which he sees as proof of his youthful vitality. And he indeed has the patience for it.

One morning, for some reason, he woke up very early. The dawn light filled his spacious bedroom, like a ranch shrouded in thick fog. At the end of the bed, there was a familiar sight. William propped himself up on his elbows, trying to get a clearer look. He saw the outline of a horse's head, but he was still a bit blurry and couldn't see clearly.

The mayor reached out and turned on the bedside lamp.

At a glance, he was shocked, as if a heavy hammer had struck his chest. His heart suddenly raced, and he felt nauseous. He vomited violently, splattering stomach acid all over the thick, luxurious carpet.

The shiny black head of Black Lightning had been chopped off and was firmly embedded in a large pool of blood. The white, long tendons were also exposed. Foam covered its mouth, and its eyes, which had once shone like gold, were now dim and scattered due to internal bleeding, like rotten peaches, lifeless.

William was horrified by an instinctive terror.

Out of this terror, he screamed for his servants to come. He ranted incoherently, frightening the butler, who hurriedly called his doctor and the second-in-command of his film studio.

But before they arrived, William had calmed down. Not that he had returned to normal, but because he found a letter placed next to the horse's head.

What kind of person would do such a thing? There was no warning beforehand.

No negotiations before taking action, an action that invalidated negotiation. This ruthless act, this barbarism that disregarded any moral standards, showed that the mastermind behind it considered himself his law, even his god. This person didn't care about William's stable security team, didn't care about his status.

Then, William realized that someone must have used brute force to move the horse first, and then someone calmly chopped off the huge triangular horse head with an axe. Yet the night shift security personnel insisted they had not heard anything, which William found incredible. If he didn't trust the loyalty of the security team, he would almost think that these twenty people had been collectively bribed!

William now realized that despite his wealth, despite being the mayor of Los Angeles, despite his close ties to the President of A country, a shadow hidden in the dark could easily take his life, which was truly life-threatening!

William instructed the doctor to give him a very mild sedative, which helped him think clearly.

He was very shocked, shocked that this mysterious person would casually destroy a world-famous, $1.6 million racehorse. $1.6 million! And this was just the beginning.

William trembled. He thought of the life he had built. He was very rich, just a bend of his finger, and a promise to sign a contract, and he could have the most beautiful women in the world.

The life he had was the best that money and power could offer. Risking all of this? It's madness!

William ordered the necessary measures, and his trusted group began to act. Servants and doctors swore to keep the secret, with violators becoming enemies of the studio and William himself. The statement provided to the newspapers was that the racehorse Black Lightning had unfortunately fallen ill during its journey from E country to A country and was now disabled. At the same time, he ordered the horse's body to be buried in a hidden place on the estate.

For his future life, he had already decided to do as the letter said! After all, he didn't need to do anything himself. It was just a matter of an ally...

In the underground meeting room of the Shura Building in Sadina Town.

Li Hong sat at the head with a gloomy face, the murderous aura emanating from his practice of the "Shura Yin Sha Gong" was unabashedly released, intimidating the more than fifty people present into silence.

His sharp gaze swept across the many subordinates present, and Li Hong spoke in a deep voice, "Why is it that after this seat closed for less than a month, such a thing happened in the sect?"

The Shura disciples present looked at each other, none daring to speak up.

"Black Robe, you are in charge of the underworld and have had the most trouble. Haven't you investigated?" Li Hong's tone was heavy.

"Martial Master," the fierce-looking Black Robe Law King appeared timid in front of Li Hong, like a scared rabbit, "I have investigated... but the enemy is very cunning, acting cleanly, making it difficult for me to track their whereabouts and identities!"

In the face of Li Hong's cold snort, the Black Robe Law King's expression became even more panicked.

However, Li Hong did not immediately hold him accountable. Instead, he turned to ask, "Elder, you were once an elite of the Delta Force. Shouldn't you be able to discern some clues from the bullets found on the bodies?"

Elder, tall and rugged, calmly nodded and said, "From the bullets retrieved from the Ascension Sect disciples, they appear to be .50 caliber Magnum high-power pistol bullets. This type of pistol bullet, due to its large size, is only suitable for five-round pistols, but its kinetic energy is extremely high, reaching 3517 joules, making it the famous 'Desert Eagle' also known as a 'hand cannon'..."

Seeing Elder about to continue, Li Hong couldn't help but interrupt the enthusiast for weapons, "Enough, Elder. I don't want to hear your professional knowledge! What I want to know is, what kind of person would generally use this gun?"

Li Hong's displeasure lightened Elder's bones a few ounces. He got up and brought in a wheelchair, on which sat a bandaged man who looked like a "mummy."

Upon entering the meeting room, without waiting for the Black Robe Law King to introduce him, the bandaged man trembled and said loudly, "Sheng Hongwei, the Red Flower Twin Sticks of the 'Four Corners Gang,' pays respects to the Master, to all the Law Kings, and all the council members. Please forgive Sheng Hongwei for being injured and unable to kneel to the Master and all the seniors..."

The excitement in his tone made everyone in the room smile slightly, and Li Hong personally spoke kindly, "You are injured, so there is no need for so much courtesy. Your intentions are what matters!"

Although Sheng Hongwei's expression couldn't be seen, it was evident from his sobbing voice that he was moved, "It is the first time that Hongwei has seen the Master's face, and to receive such kindness from the Master, Hongwei... Hongwei is truly willing to die for the Master..."

This overly obsequious language made even Elder, a hardcore military man, shudder involuntarily, and his impression of this disciple suddenly became extremely negative.

But Li Hong seemed to like this kind of flattery. He chuckled and said, "The disciples of the Shura Sect are all my subjects, and I should be the one to protect you. How can I let you die for me?"

"Master's great virtue, Hongwei has no way to repay..."

This time even the Black Robe Law King couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted, "Um... Sheng Hongwei, the Master called you here mainly to inquire about the situation of those attackers. You should talk about that first..."

"...Yes, Law King." Sheng Hongwei's voice seemed to contain a hint of reluctance, "Reporting to the Master, the attackers on Hongwei were two seemingly ordinary young men, one of European descent and the other speaking Cantonese and of Chinese descent!"