Urban Seduction: Housewives Club

After leisurely finishing breakfast, Eric took Skidmore out to seek justice at the castle. Stepping out of the hotel door, Eric looked up at the sky, which was nice today. The sky over the southern district of Paris looked very comfortable, though not entirely pure, it was far more pleasing than the common hazy sky of Shanghai!

Under the clear sky, Eric suddenly felt an urge to walk. He declined the hotel's offer of a private car and instead walked slowly onto the street.

Skidmore naturally wouldn't contradict his master's mood. After all, he had waited for centuries, so a little more time didn't matter.

But less than a minute into their walk, Skidmore's expression changed because he suddenly felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

Sensing his unease, Eric smiled faintly and said, "Feeling like something has locked onto us?"

"Do you feel the same way, master?" "Exactly." Eric nodded, saying, "When we just stepped onto the street, I felt someone spying from afar, and then gradually felt a sense of threat!"

Skidmore said nervously, "Master, if something can make you, a pre-heaven peak expert, and the Duke feel threatened, it must be extraordinary. You are invaluable and there's no need to take risks. Let me deal with the threat first and then you..."

"No need!" Eric smiled faintly, slightly interested. "I would like to see what could make me feel threatened."

Skidmore fell silent and became more cautious, raising his head and sharply scanning between the high buildings. He vaguely felt that the threat was coming from above.

Suddenly, both the master and servant's eyes narrowed at the same time as they sensed seven bullets shooting towards them.

One bullet aimed at Skidmore's heart, two at Eric's head, and four at the directions Eric might dodge.

It seemed that Eric was the main target of this assassination, while Skidmore was just collateral damage.

The seven bullets flew fast and were powerful. Although Eric had set up ten layers of "qi shields" around him and Skidmore, they could only slow down the bullets momentarily, not stop them.

In less than a second, the seven high-powered bullets broke through the obstacles and continued to attack their targets.

Eric's control over his bones and muscles, created through a combination of the Yoga technique from the Nyingma and the supernatural powers from the Gelug, was incredible. He could completely shrink his body tissues as the bullets passed, creating a hollow "tunnel"...

However, Eric didn't want to be too shocking in front of the public, so he silently cast seven wind blades.
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Although wind blades, a basic magic, couldn't stop the strong bullets, they could change their directions slightly! With his unparalleled magic control and his study of the "four ounces to move a thousand pounds" principle in internal martial arts, Eric could achieve this.

The seven bullets, deviated from their original trajectory, hit the ground with a loud bang, creating four large basin-shaped gunholes. The other three bullets hit three people who happened to be walking near Eric.

Instantly, screams and a bloodbath ensued. One person's head was completely shattered, and red and white matter splattered everywhere. Another person was shot in the abdomen, torn in half by the bullet's tearing force. The last person was relatively lucky, only his right leg was blown away.

What kind of gun was this? It's so powerful!

Eric didn't feel guilty for the consequences of "I don't kill innocent people, but the innocent die because of me." He just looked at the aftermath of the bullets and then looked up.

From the bullets that were shot at him just now, Eric judged that there were at least seven snipers distributed on both sides of the street. Based on the direction of the bullets, he had locked onto the location of one of the snipers—a window on the thirty-seventh floor of a certain building.

The sniper by the window was always proud of his impeccable marksmanship, and he had full confidence in the shot just now.

However, he never expected to miss his shot, and what was even more absurd was that several of his colleagues, who were skilled marksmen, also failed completely. The target not only appeared unharmed but didn't even display a hint of nervousness or fear!

The sniper by the window, already surprised by this turn of events, suddenly found the target staring directly at him. Although he knew the target was at least eight hundred meters away, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of alarm.

Without hesitation, he fired another shot. At the same time, his stunned colleagues continued to pull their triggers.

Once again, seven bullets were aimed at Eric and his companions.

Eric calmly conjured wind blades, deflecting the bullets off their original trajectory. However, despite his efforts, there were still casualties.

Ignoring the screams and chaos around them, Eric quickly informed Skidmore of the sniper's position before turning to pursue another sniper he had identified.

Although he had locked onto two snipers, the distance was too great for Eric to take them out immediately. He couldn't use teleportation here, as it would draw too much attention. He had to run a few steps and find a place without anyone around.

Meanwhile, the snipers fired another shot. The street descended into chaos.

Several people were severely injured, destined for disability. The frightened crowd screamed and scattered in all directions.

The sniper by the window was astonished to see that the target was unscathed, while his supposedly "guaranteed" shots had hit people nearby instead—a shameful outcome for him and his team.

Seven "elite" snipers had fired three shots each, yet not a single target had been eliminated. It was a humiliating situation.

Burning with anger, the sniper focused even harder on his target, waiting for the perfect moment to shoot.

Unbeknownst to him, a golden bat had flown out of a restroom window on the ground and was getting closer to him...

Eric quickly entered a nearby building where another sniper was positioned.

In the high-rise buildings on both sides, there were two more snipers. One of them watched as Eric entered the building and immediately spoke into his earpiece, "314, the target has entered the building."

Although 314 hadn't seen Eric enter, he knew from the direction that the target was coming toward him. He replied, "Copy that."

314 quickly disassembled his sniper rifle and placed it in a small box. As he turned to leave, he was startled to find the target standing behind him, wearing a faint smile.

The ability to appear on the rooftop so quickly was due to Eric's use of teleportation in the elevator. The snipers were unaware of this and were all taken aback.

Even 314, known for his calm demeanor, couldn't help but tremble slightly as he pointed at Eric and asked, "How did you get here so quickly?"

His colleague, 315, was equally shocked and asked, "What's going on? I've been watching the whole time, but I didn't see how the target appeared! 310, did you see anything?"

"No!" 310 was shocked but quickly regained his composure and shouted, "Forget about that for now! Shoot..."

Bang! Bang!

Eric keenly felt the two sniper bullets spinning towards him—one aimed at his head and the other at his heart. Once again, he used wind blades to slightly alter their trajectories, causing them to miss.

Seeing that even at such close range they couldn't hit the target, 310 and 315 immediately began dismantling their weapons, preparing to retreat.

With their positions already locked in by two bullets, Eric smiled faintly and said softly, "If I let you escape under my nose like this, then I might as well call myself a 'Holy Demon Master'..."

Although Eric was thirty meters away from 310 and four hundred from 315, it was still within the effective range of his magic.

310 and 315 had no time to ponder why, as the two sniper bullets exploded on the rooftop, startling 314 back to reality. He hastily drew his pistol and fired wildly at Eric.

Although Eric was less than five meters away from 314, he managed to intercept all the bullets with just five layers of Qi shields.

Seeing the bullets fall inexplicably in front of the target, 314 was shocked and, with the thought that "this guy is definitely not human," gloriously fainted.

Looking at the black box beside the sniper, Eric knew that it contained the single soldier weapon powerful enough to threaten pre-heaven masters.