My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Shrugging, Ethan and O'Connor looked at each other and followed the woman forward.

Her pert buttocks swayed, very sexy.

Compared with her, the three women in cool clothes and heavy makeup just now were indeed out of the ordinary.

There were several other people with them.

Some people look like thugs at first glance. Needless to say, the rest should be the same riders who come to compete. Everyone is full of pride and looks like they are invincible in the world.

Ethan held a cigarette in his mouth and followed the team nonchalantly forward.

"Boom~"

A roar sounded from behind.

This sound is very recognizable, and the American big V8 has won the favor of countless people with this sound.

Soon, a 1970 Chevrolet SS454 slowly drove up.

The old-fashioned body is very eye-catching.

What attracted Ethan's attention even more was the man driving inside. He had a shiny bald head, strong muscles under a blue vest, and an indifferent look in his eyes.

But his slightly purple eyes made him look less domineering.

Come on, let's live together.

The two guys who were beaten up by me yesterday are all here.

And it was very obvious that these two people were not in the same group. There were some new subtle scars on their faces. It was estimated that these two guys would have another fight after he left.

It's just not clear why they let each other go.

Ethan flicked the ash from his cigarette and pressed curiosity.

The Chevrolet muscle car passed them and found a place to stop in front. The bald man also got out of the car and walked over with his arms swinging.

He looked calm, as if he was in a deserted place.

"Toledo."

As soon as the bald man appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Why did he show up?"

"Shet, there's something good to watch tonight."

"Please, it's been a few years, will he still have the same strength as before?"

"I never doubted it."

Discussions started one after another.

Some people looked at the bald man provocatively and made a show of challenge.

Just like the sudden appearance of an old lion king who had retired to seclusion, and aroused the new generation's desire to challenge, and wanted to try to see if his fangs were still sharp, the scene suddenly became agitated.

The other riders in the queue suddenly became excited.

In Los Angeles, the glory of defeating Toledo is obviously more tempting than the title of winner of the Braga Drivers Trial.

Through the excited discussions of the crowd next to him, Ethan learned the name of this bald man.

"I'm Toledo."

The bald man came to the crowd and said in a dull voice: "You should have my information there."

The tone is very confident.

He is a legend among the Los Angeles racing underground and needs no introduction.

"That's right."

The tall girl nodded to him, tilted her head and said, "Parker sent you your information, come with me."

His expression was cold, not as excited as others.

Except for the racing drivers who hang out in Los Angeles all year round, many people actually don't know him.

Toledo didn't feel embarrassed either. He looked expressionlessly at the team, searching for his opponent. When he saw O'Connor, he let out a cold cry.

Gaze, continue to move.

When I see a person, I can't help but roll my Adam's apple.

There was anger in his eyes.

But he didn't say anything, glanced at Ethan coldly, turned around and joined the team.

"call out."

The golf club swung heavily, throwing out an afterimage and knocking the white ball away.

The Mexican man held his club and looked in the direction of the white ball, nodding with satisfaction: "You all know why you come here. There are so many good drivers in Los Angeles, so there is such a competition."

"Braga needs the best of the best, he needs the best."

In Ethan's direction, eight people stood together.

In addition to the Mexican man swinging a golf club, there were several people opposite. The tall woman stepped sideways, clasped her trouser pockets with her hands, and looked at the riders coldly.

Next to her, some old black and Mexican men were sitting or standing.

Ethan's eyes collided with a black man whose sides were shaved and only had short hair in the middle. It looked like a black sanitary napkin stuck to his head.

The other party's eyes were cold, he nodded slowly, and at the same time he opened his lips, showing a big gold tooth.

There are scars everywhere on his head.

It can be seen that this is a heavyweight hitter.

"There are really too many people who drive to pick up girls." This honest-looking Mexican man wearing several silver bracelets swung another shot and nodded at the one or two hundred people under the light green net:

"That kind of trash is not needed."

Looking back, he looked at the eight drivers standing at random: "What Braga needs is someone who can put aside everything and focus on speed and passion."

It's obvious that this man also loves racing.

A fiery light burst out from his eyes.

"I am Campos." The Mexican man opened his arms and said with a smile: "I am responsible for selecting the right driver for Braga."

"Originally, there was only one winner tonight."

"But there was a little surprise."

He swung his golf club and pointed at Toledo and said happily: "I didn't expect that the legend of Los Angeles would return to the game, and that person would be him, Dominic Toledo."

"So I decided to add a winner tonight."

Hearing this, everyone present turned their attention to Toledo.

This sentence is very obvious.

In other words, Campos has determined that Toledo will be the first place, which is a very high praise.

Facing everyone's gaze, Toledo didn't react much. He just nodded slightly to Campos with a natural expression.

The cowhide is not blown, and the train is not pushed.

He gained this reputation through fierce underground competitions.

Therefore, I naturally have strong self-confidence.

"It's a competition, so there will naturally be rewards." Campos waved his club and pointed to the side: "Here are two boxes, each with two hundred thousand dollars. The winner can take it away."

"Phoenix, open the box."

The old black guy just nodded and opened the two flat suitcases placed on the table in front of him.

Stacks of Franklins appeared in front of everyone in the box, glowing green under the light. Many people were seen breathing quickly and their eyes glowed.

"Everybody knows."

Campos slammed the golf club on the ground and said in a deep voice: "The winner of the competition needs to help Mr. Braga transport some things."

"There will also be additional rewards, which will ensure your satisfaction."

He looked at the group of people in front of him steadily and asked in a deep voice: "If anyone doesn't accept this, they can withdraw from the competition now."

After the words fell, the scene was completely silent.

Campos smiled with satisfaction when no one opted out.