My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Without waiting for a reply, Ethan waved to the bartender not to leave yet.

Half a glass of bourbon, gulped down in one gulp.

"Let's have another round."

He put the glass on the table and pushed it gently towards the female bartender: "By the way, give these two gentlemen a drink. What they need now is not Corona. The whiskey is quite good."

"no problem."

The female bartender took the glass and poured it again.

Along with the music, Ethan shook his thighs slightly and looked at O'Connor with a smile.

"Is such that."

O'Connor's expression adjusted and he shrugged: "One of the drivers who won the previous trials was caught for carrying a unique product, so I am now a substitute."

"Of course, there will be no prize for the winner."

There was no embarrassment when speaking.

To put it bluntly, he didn't feel like he had lost just now.

If it weren't for these two bastards playing dirty tricks, the winner would definitely have his place.

"oh?"

Ethan picked up the wine glass and raised the corners of his mouth: "I didn't expect you to be so well-informed."

"You can even know why the driver was arrested. If you guessed correctly, it was the white guy who was arrested, right?"

This is a bit of an obvious question.

"Who knows."

O'Connor smiled, pushed the female bartender in front of him and picked up the cup: "No one in this world knows when an accident will come, especially those who are against me."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Ethan coldly, the warning meaning was very obvious.

There were some words that he didn't bother to explain.

The two guys in front of me both knew their identities.

As soon as the game ended, he focused on the kid who was yelling at him, immediately wrote down the opponent's vehicle and number, arranged for a commando team to intercept him, and provided him with a one-stop package of false accusations.

Sure enough, it didn't take long before he received a call asking him to come to the party.

"You're still as mean as ever."

Toledo looked at O'Connor with disdain and slowly put down the beer bottle: "I'm thinking about a question, why don't I tell Campos your true identity?"

"In this case, I think you won't be able to leave this club."

While several people were talking, there was a faint smell of fish.

The meaning of this was obvious. The two of them had definitely known each other before, and they still had quite a few conflicts.

The previous sentence made O'Connor look a little embarrassed.

But in the latter sentence, he became indifferent again: "Maybe it's the same reason. If I tell Campos your true goal, you won't be able to get out of this club."

The security personnel in this small building are very tight, and many of Campos's men are scattered among them.

They also carried weapons.

There are always dozens of guns throughout the building. If your identity is exposed, you will have to take off a layer of skin even if you can escape.

The two men threatened each other and held each other's pigtails.

Everyone has something to be afraid of, and the situation forms a terrifying balance, and no one dares to act rashly.

"cough."

There was a slight cough next to him: "Then why didn't I tell Campos?"

Their voices were very low.

Under the cover of the music, only a few of them could hear it.

When Ethan's words rang out, both Toledo and O'Connor's faces stiffened. Yes, the two of them could threaten each other, but they had no idea what this new guy wanted to do.

In other words, the two of them were tightly controlled.

"It's up to you."

Looking at the guy with a playful smile, Toledo raised his whiskey glass with a stern face: "Do you want friends or enemies? This can only be decided by you."

"Hahaha."

Ethan chuckled a few times and handed the cup forward: "Whether we are friends or enemies, how about we start with this glass of whiskey?"

O'Connor risked his life and went undercover to enter the independence trafficking group.

This move is worthy of admiration.

I won't make any fuss about his identity. It's not easy for every undercover agent, and his courage is commendable.

As for Toledo, his driving skills are extraordinary.

The brake he stepped on at the intersection also made Ethan feel good about him. Even though he was a competitor, this person still had a bottom line.

So, everyone can still have a glass of wine.

We’ll talk about the rest later.

As long as it doesn't affect his own affairs, Ethan won't do anything to them.

"bump."

Hearing this, the two men breathed a sigh of relief and clinked their glasses with Ethan.

He drank all the whiskey in the glass in one gulp.

"call."

The strong alcohol made O'Connor grin and spit out the alcohol.

His reaction made Ethan and Toledo burst out laughing, but their expressions remained unchanged. The three of them looked at each other, feeling a sense of sympathy for each other.

After a fierce competition, the three actually admired each other.

"Just give me the bottle."

Ethan waved his finger, signaling the female bartender to bring over the bottle.

Waiting for the other party to pour the wine is too slow.

These two guys are quite interesting, and Ethan also mentioned the joy of drinking.

Seeing him pull out the wine spout, O'Connor looked a little embarrassed, but he came here with a mission.

However, noticing Toledo's provocative gaze, he resisted the urge to cover the wine glass with his palm and let the guy fill the glass. He couldn't give in at this time.

"And you?"

Toledo raised his glass and stared at Ethan: "What do you want?"

"Don't tell me you just like racing."

"Coming here is just a matter of interest."

He took a sip of wine and said in a dull voice: "I can see that you are not a dragster. Yes, you drive very well."

"But you're not like us."

"You don't have the love we have in your eyes."

"clatter."

With cigarettes and wine, the more you drink, the better.

After drinking another half glass of whiskey, Ethan opened the Dupont lighter, lit the cigarette, and blew out the smoke at the two of them: "Please, let's not ask questions that we can't get answers to."

"You won't tell me anything either."

"Not as good as that."

He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "How about we talk about what kind of women we like?"

What these people want to do cannot be said either.

But after hearing Ethan's words, both of them looked a little ugly and looked at each other.

"Please."

Noticing their expressions, Ethan held his cigarette and picked up his wine glass and joked: "This look makes me think you two are having an affair."

Hearing this, the two guys looked over with evil eyes.

Ethan chuckled, threw the empty glass on the table, and threw it to the bartender in the distance.

O'Connor cannot get his hands on this thing.

"Hey guys."

There was a shout from behind, and Campos came up from behind: "These three guys who gave us a wonderful performance, you can't stay in the corner."

"Please, this is not championship treatment."