Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Although it had been ten years since Taylor last participated in boxing matches, he had not let go of his physical training. He immediately prepared to deliver a sidekick to knock down the Caucasian youth.

However, unexpectedly, he felt as if he were bound and unable to move, only able to watch as the Caucasian youth calmly fired several shots at him. Even until his death, he could not understand what was happening.

Sheng Hongwei, male, Chinese, 25 years old, unmarried, is one of the leaders of the largest Asian gang in North Los Angeles, the "Si Ye Gang."

He was able to rise to this position not because he was particularly skilled in combat, but because he was sneaky and shameless. He could crawl at your feet and lick your heels while stabbing your crotch with a knife. Countless experts who could have easily defeated him have fallen victim to this trick.

He was very lecherous and had a unique taste. He didn't like pure virgins or reserved ladies; he only liked those promiscuous women, even streetwalkers late at night.

Tonight, he was out hunting again.

In the red light district, his attention was caught by a black streetwalker with huge buttocks. With a smug smile, he swaggered over.

"Hey, baby, want to experience the taste of ecstasy and death?" Sheng Hongwei spoke with a suggestive tone, reaching out to grab the streetwalker's fat buttocks.

The streetwalker turned around, looked him up and down, and sneered, "With your looks..."

Sheng Hongwei naturally knew he was not well-received, but he wasn't angry. He took out several bills from his pocket.

Seeing the money, the streetwalker's contemptuous expression turned into a flirtatious smile. "Oh... sir, I think we'll have a very pleasant night..."

"Hehe, then what are we waiting for?" Sheng Hongwei half embraced the streetwalker, who was a head taller than him and turned to walk towards a nearby motel.

Outside the motel, two young men were standing. When the Caucasian youth saw the two approaching, he made a mocking laugh and shouted at them, "Hey, little monkey, can your thing fill her up?"

Sheng Hongwei wasn't angry when he heard this, he just turned around with a playful smile. This kid, although he was small and weak, had a knack for things like this, knowing how to deceive enemies with false appearances.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.

Just as he pounced toward the Caucasian youth, the Asian youth behind him grabbed him by the neck. The Caucasian youth took the opportunity to put on a set of specially made brass knuckles on his right hand, which were lined with iron nails nearly a centimeter long.

Sheng Hongwei was lifted off the ground and held high, away from the ground. The Caucasian youth swung his arm and punched him upwards in the groin. Sheng Hongwei couldn't even scream in agony; he was beaten to a soft pulp. The Asian youth who was holding him then threw him to the ground with a "bang," all of this taking less than six seconds.

The streetwalker screamed in terror, turned around, and ran away, shaking her fat buttocks.

"Do you know who I am... I'm the hero of Si Ye Gang..." Sheng Hongwei lay exhausted on the ground, twitching in pain.

"You're the hero of erectile dysfunction!" the Asian youth said coldly in Cantonese.

Hearing this, Sheng Hongwei was immediately stunned and asked in astonishment, "Are you members of the Hung family?"

Ignoring him, both youths, the Caucasian and the Asian did not respond. The Caucasian youth effortlessly picked Sheng Hongwei up and held him by the throat with one hand.

Sheng Hongwei's face turned red as he struggled, and in a hoarse voice in broken Cantonese, he begged, "...don't kill me... I am also a disciple of the Hung family..."

At the gesture of the Asian youth, the Caucasian youth let go of Sheng Hongwei.

"... You see, there is also a 'Hung' character in my name, which is proof that I am loyal to the Hung family..." Sheng Hongwei groveled at the feet of the Caucasian youth, his face full of flattery. However, his hand quietly reached into his pocket.

Just as he grabbed the gun handle under his ribs, the two young men's fists fell on him like a violent storm, causing his flesh to split and pain beyond words.

Sheng Hongwei desperately tried to stand up, screaming for help. Several people came out of the motel, but no one intervened.

Perhaps out of caution, the two young men did not continue to beat him and quickly fled.

William's life could be considered somewhat legendary.

At the age of ten, he worked at the Boston docks carrying empty beer barrels, earning two cents a day.

At twenty, he used borrowed money to start a small clothing factory. To save money, he hired only illegal immigrants.

When he was thirty, a fire in the factory killed sixteen illegal immigrants. To escape severe legal punishment, he left Boston and moved to Los Angeles. After spending a third of his fortune to obtain a new legal identity, he invested the remaining money in a small theater where tickets were only five cents, later founding a film production company.

By the age of forty, he had become one of the giants of the film industry, integrating production and distribution, with assets totaling hundreds of millions of dollars. However, coming from a humble background, he remained coarse in speech and was not accepted by the real upper class.

To change this, he hired someone to give him social language lessons, learned how to dress from a valet from E country, and learned how to appear genteel from a butler from E country. With the support of a "nobleman," he began to enter the political arena.

He is now fifty years old, and his identity is no longer just a film tycoon. Most of the time, he prefers to be called "Mayor," the "Mayor of Los Angeles," William!

Celebrities always have hobbies, but of course, they cannot be the kind of low-level hobbies that involve liking young girls. They should be elegant and luxurious hobbies!

His hobby is horse breeding, specifically racehorses! As reported by a certain film columnist, last year he spent ten million dollars to build several stables for breeding racehorses.

He made headlines when he spent one million six hundred thousand dollars to buy a purebred racehorse from E country named "Black Lightning," announcing that this horse, which had won countless victories, would retire and be used for breeding in his stables. He would not loan it out, instead using it exclusively to breed superior horses for his stables.

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