My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hearing Campos's voice, the three of them adjusted their status at the same time.

"Hey."

Ethan held out his hand to the Mexican man: "This party is very nice, I like the girls here."

"Hahaha."

Campos laughed loudly and slapped his palms: "Mr. Viper, as long as you are willing, I think the girls around you won't mind spending a wonderful night with you."

The appearance after putting on a suit also surprised Campos.

This guy named Morgan, now looks like a good boy, and he is completely different from the one he had while driving.

"Mr. Campos."

Toledo reached out and gave the opponent a high-five.

"Let's all have fun." Campos finally high-fived O'Connor and said, "Come with me, you should have more fun instead of hiding in this corner."

"As for the game just now, you still have a lot of time to communicate in the future."

These words are also the reason why they are not shy about sitting together.

Just after the game, some topics were normal.

It wouldn't be surprising even if they fight.

The three stood up and followed Campos across the crowd. This was the highlight of the night. If the opponent was strong enough, their background information should have been clearly investigated.

Campos would definitely not be able to discover the trick.

There is no need for Ethan to say more. If O'Connor could come over, he must have forged an identity.

This time, it should just be a few face-to-face conversations.

After walking through most of the hall, we came to the most conspicuous place inside, a throne-like sofa placed inside the booth.

Campos unceremoniously sat down on the domineering single sofa, and at the same time called for Ethan and others to sit next to him. Several girls in hip skirts who were originally sitting here immediately got up and left.

It was clear there was something to talk about.

They are naturally very sensible and will not interrupt at this time.

"bring it on."

Campos took out a bottle of whiskey from under the table, with more than half of the bottle left in it: "This is the Dalmore in 1962. It is a sin to spill a drop. Tonight, it is worth celebrating with it."

"Two hundred and ninety thousand dollars a bottle, worth sharing with you."

Hearing this, Ethan's eyes lit up.

Whiskey from decades ago is well worth tasting.

Campos unscrewed the bottle cap, carefully poured a small amount into each of the four crystal glasses on the table, and then capped them again.

It’s not that I feel bad about the money, it’s mainly that there is not much wine of this vintage.

One drink is one less.

It was just such a small glass, worth several thousand dollars. At his signal, the other three people picked up their glasses.

Smell carefully, the fragrance is indeed mellow.

Several people raised their glasses together and tasted it carefully.

"Gudu."

The sound of swallowing was particularly harsh.

Ethan still followed his usual rhythm, took a sip carefully, and drank the precious whiskey cleanly after a few gulps.

"tasty."

He slapped his mouth and put down the empty cup: "I can't tell you why, but it tastes better anyway. Maybe it's because it's expensive."

"Hahaha."

Campos was still a little dazed at first, but after hearing what Ethan said, he immediately burst into laughter: "I believe what you said is not wrong. It must be because it is valuable, so it tastes better."

"Everything in the world is just like this."

"What's valuable is always the best. If it's not good enough, it means it's not valuable enough."

"Mr. Campos."

Ethan pointed at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "You are a person who understands life."

Then he reached forward unceremoniously and picked up the half bottle of wine.

Seven points full, that’s good.

Just for this one cup, more than ten thousand dollars was gone, but it couldn't bring any pressure to him.

This calm look made Campos appreciate it even more.

He doesn't like the kind of person who gets nervous when he hears the price of wine and can't even hold a glass.

"Mr. Viper."

Campos put down the cup and asked with great interest: "I like you very much. Are you interested in working for me?"

"I'm very expensive."

Ethan raised his eyebrows and took a sip of whiskey, and said meaningfully: "It's more expensive than you expected. Compared to this bottle of wine, it's much more valuable."

"I like expensive things."

Campos spread his hands and laughed: "The more expensive the better, this will prove your worth."

During the conversation, there was a lot of emotion.

According to his own information, this guy is the second-ranking figure in the independence-trafficking group.

There is no shortage of money.

So it is not surprising to have such a posture.

"Let's start with the first step." Ethan smiled and raised his wine glass to indicate: "Who knows what will happen in the future."

Even a dead man wants to recruit himself.

As Ethan sipped his wine, he smiled happier and happier, giving people a sense of movement.

"certainly."

Campos nodded repeatedly and narrowed his eyes with joy.

Although I haven't personally witnessed other methods, a person with this kind of personality should be good at doing other things, and he doesn't mind spending a lot of money to really make this person his subordinate.

"correct."

Opening the wooden box in front of him, Campos took out a cigar:

"You're from New York, right? Have you ever heard of a man named Rabbit?"

"He was the leader of an Eastern European gang."

The flame of the special lighter slowly burned on the cigar. He glanced at Ethan and said unhurriedly: "I heard that he made a big move last month."

Hearing this, Ethan smiled dumbly.

Campos's strength was indeed extraordinary, and he was able to find out the information that Jia Bo had prepared for him so quickly.

On that note, he was wanted on several counts in New York.

However, he didn't expect that Campos would actually test himself in this way, or use an old acquaintance to test him, which made him dumbfounded.

At the same time, Toledo and O'Connor also narrowed their eyes and looked at Ethan.

To be honest, they were also curious about this guy's background.

"I don't know the rabbit you're talking about." Ethan lit up his cigarette, leaned back on his chair, and said with a smile, "The rabbit I knew has already died in the basement of a small church."

"By the way, along with his brother."

"Um?"

Campos sat up quickly, frowned and asked, "How do you know so clearly? Many friends on the road over there don't know what happened."

"you guess."

Ethan flicked the ashes from his cigarette and shrugged nonchalantly.

No need to guess, there is only one possibility.

"Shet."

Thinking of this, Campos cursed excitedly: "No wonder you came to the West Coast. If you come and help me, I will give you two million dollars a year."

"I swear, there will be no problem!"

Rabbit, he had dealt with.

He is a very, very difficult person to mess with, and he himself suffered a defeat at the hands of a rabbit.

No matter how the other party did it, he would not feel bad at all if he could do such a thing and spend two million a year.

Those who can kill ruthless people must be more ruthless guys.