Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

Unfortunately, despite Eric having thousands of pure-blooded vampires under his command, only eleven were eligible to return to their families for the "power struggle," including Skidmore.

The rest were mostly from families that had been destroyed or completely excommunicated!

According to vampire society's rules, excommunicated vampires have no right to inherit the family, even if their title is high, it will not be recognized.

Even forcibly seizing the family property with strong force would invite interference from other families.

Although Eric had an overwhelming number of vampire dukes, almost occupying three-fifths of the total, he still dared not act rashly.

Because above the dukes were princes, powerful entities between pre-heaven peak and Grandmasters...

Ten vampire dukes, each with several followers, excitedly flew to their respective families, swearing to expand their territories for their supreme masters!

After assigning these followers, Eric also prepared to go abroad. Tan Ailing and the others asked him to bring more people for safety, but Eric refused.

Firstly, he believed that with his current strength, no one could harm him. Even if he were to lose, he could retreat gracefully.

Secondly, he wanted to leave enough manpower to defend Wu Mei Manor and Tan Ailing and the others. He had used the "Dark Chronicles" to divine that both Wu Mei Manor and Tan Ailing would encounter some situations after he left.

Although they would be safe, he preferred to err on the side of caution and leave enough manpower.

With over a hundred pre-heaven experts stationed, they were more than capable of handling anything unexpected apart from the Earth's Great Explosion!

Thus, Eric bid farewell to Tan Ailing and the others, traveling light, and only took Skidmore to France.

...

Exiting the Paris International Airport, Skidmore hailed a taxi.

Originally, Skidmore planned to have a company car pick them up at the Paris airport, but Eric wanted to take a taxi in Paris.

Because he had watched several "Taxi" series movies and was interested in Parisian taxis.

After telling the driver the name of the hotel they had booked, the car set off.

After driving for a while, Skidmore felt that something was wrong.

Although he hadn't returned to Paris for hundreds of years due to his exile, "home is hard to leave," and he had always paid attention to Paris's situation.

So even though he had never been to the "new" Paris, he knew that the booked hotel was located in the south of Paris.

But now, the taxi was heading north!

Skidmore became alert and reported to Eric telepathically, "Master, there's something wrong with this taxi! This road doesn't lead to the hotel we booked!"

"Let's wait and see."

Eric responded calmly, feeling somewhat delighted. He felt that this taxi ride wasn't in vain! Parisian taxis truly had their own "stories"!

The taxi continued to drive into more remote areas and eventually entered an open-air factory that seemed to specialize in dealing with scrap cars.

Eric thought that an ordinary passenger would probably not remain as calm as he was at this moment, so he decided to play along in English, "Sir, we're supposed to go to the hotel. Why have you brought us to this place? Take us to our destination immediately, or I'll file a complaint against you!"

The taxi driver looked at Eric through the rearview mirror. His initially guarded expression relaxed slightly as he replied in heavily accented English, "Sir, I'm truly sorry. My car has some minor issues, so I brought it to this familiar repair shop... Please rest assured, it's just a minor problem and will be fixed soon! To apologize, I won't charge you for today's ride. Please don't be upset..."

As he spoke, the taxi stopped in an empty yard. The driver turned around and said, "Gentlemen, please wait a moment while I go fetch the mechanic..."

With that, he swiftly got out of the car and hurried away.

Eric smiled faintly and asked Skidmore, "What do you think we'll encounter next?"

"Generally speaking, this could be a robbery targeting foreign tourists!"

Skidmore furrowed his brows and quickly overturned his own speculation. "However, I feel that if it were just a simple robbery, it wouldn't be so elaborate..."

Eric chuckled and interrupted his conjecture, "No need to think further. We'll find out soon enough!"

Eric had just finished speaking when six burly men emerged from various corners of the street.

Seeing the weapons in their hands, Eric sighed inwardly, "The proliferation of firearms in France is quite high, probably not much lower than in Country A! Hmm... it might even be higher than in Country A! Look at what these people are using, there are even six-barrel Gatling guns, shoulder-fired ballistic missiles..."

A tall, blond man, standing at two meters tall, with a pure London accent, said, "Gentlemen in the car, please put your hands on your head and slowly get out of the car. Do not make any movements that might make me misunderstand, otherwise, my gun might go off..."

Eric smiled slightly, completely treating the blond man as if he were air.

Skidmore naturally followed suit, but he was not as relaxed as Eric. Blood flowed throughout his body, his muscles tensed slightly, ready to strike at any moment.

Seeing no reaction from the people in the car, the blond man sneered and waved his hand.

Immediately, a young Asian man holding a micro-uzi cautiously approached, opened the car door, and threatened Skidmore with a gun while trying to pull him out of the car roughly.

Skidmore snorted coldly and said, "Impudent."

With a flip of his hands, he quickly grabbed the young Asian man's hands, lightly pinched them, and then, amidst the man's screams, kicked him far away.

The other five were stunned. They never expected that the person in the car would still dare to attack under such circumstances! The blond man was full of anger and shouted, "Warrior, how are you?"

The Asian youth, though in pain, did not groan or scream, but with a slight tremor in his voice, replied, "Boss, it's tricky. My hands are broken..."

The blond man instinctively felt the threat. He knew that anyone who could crush a warrior's forearm bones was definitely a formidable person.

Without hesitation, the blond man shouted, "Fire."

"Da da da..."

The sound of intense gunfire echoed through the air as sharp bullets pierced through the car body. Experience more tales on empire

With a "boom," the taxi exploded.

The blond man got up from the ground, shook his head, shook off the debris, and spat at the burning wreckage.

"Boss, should we check the status of the target?" a serious-looking man who had just gotten up from the ground asked as he approached.

"You Germans are too rigid!"

Another white man laughed, "What's there to check in this situation? Even if it's the great god Odin, he would probably return to heaven..."

The blond man laughed heartily and was about to speak when a cold voice cut in, "Not necessarily..."

The five men reacted quickly, turning around with their guns. Behind them, standing calmly, were their original targets - Eric and Skidmore.

In the instant of the gunshot, Eric teleported away with Skidmore.

Under the intense close-range firepower, Eric did not want to confront it head-on. Although he was not afraid and could handle it, it would consume a lot of magic power. Teleporting away was the best response.

"You... you're not dead?" The blond man, who had been talking about Odin, stuttered, looking incredulous.

Eric smiled faintly, not answering, but instead asked, "Tell me, who sent you?"

After a moment of surprise, the blond man shouted, "Kill him..."

The other four immediately pulled the trigger, without hesitation.

However, whether they hesitated or not made no difference!

In Skidmore's eyes, as a vampire grand duke, their actions were incredibly slow. Whether they had a moment of hesitation or not didn't matter!

In less than a second, Skidmore shattered the trigger fingers of the five men. It wasn't until he returned to Eric's side that the blond man and his men suddenly felt a tremendous pain in their trigger fingers. They could no longer fire their guns!

Enduring the intense pain, the five looked at each other, realizing each other's situation, feeling somewhat horrified.

The blond man's face was now pale, trembling with fear or pain, and he regretted it. How could he have been hostile to such a terrifying person?

Although Eric stood there with a faint smile, the five "bandits" felt that the smile was too terrifying and eerie. For a moment, they dared not make a sound.