My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

In the noisy club, several people walked straight to the bar.

"it's him."

The waitress covered her face and looked at Ethan helplessly.

"gentlemen."

The white man who looked like a supervisor looked at Ethan first, and then stretched out his hand: "I'm the manager here, Danny."

"Morgan."

Ethan shook hands with the other party calmly.

"Feel sorry."

Danny pointed at the waitress and said with a smile: "She seems to have made Mr. Morgan misunderstand something. We are a formal entertainment place here and we don't have what you are looking for."

"I came here this time to express my apology to you."

"clatter."

At the sound of the command, the guy with neatly combed hair pointed to the bartender: "Mr. Morgan's drink consumption tonight will be charged to the store."

This person is very extraordinary.

Things were handled flawlessly and with dignity.

With another nod and a smile, Danny was about to leave.

"No disrespect intended."

Ethan flicked his finger and the cigarette flew into his mouth: "Mr. Danny, it's just me coming here alone this time. I think you should understand what it means."

The flames jumped and lit the cigarette butt.

A plume of smoke shot straight at the guy.

Anyone could hear the threat in the tone. The two men in black suits looked cold and were about to step forward to punish this arrogant guy and let him know whose territory this was.

"This is not New York."

Danny stretched out his hands to hold down the two black suits and looked over with cold eyes.

"I'm here to discuss business."

Ethan bit his cigarette butt, grinned, and met the other person's gaze.

The words of both sides have profound meanings.

The former shows that this is not your territory, don't be so arrogant, I can bury you at any time.

The latter also gave in slightly.

He said that he was not here to cause trouble, so there should be no misunderstanding.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Danny nodded slightly.

He turned around and walked toward the backstage, and Ethan followed suit. At this time, there was no one to stop him. When he passed by the waitress, he winked at her.

Backstage, the music became much weaker.

In front of an office, Danny stopped and turned back to look at Ethan.

The latter raised his arms knowingly.

Two men in black suits quickly stepped forward and searched him carefully.

"Yo."

Ethan backed away and said dissatisfied: "I am used to women inspecting this place."

"no problem."

The corners of Danny's mouth turned upward: "I have no shortage of women here."

Who knows who this guy is? The search cannot miss any place. As he waved his arm, a fair-skinned Eastern European girl came over and slowly squatted down.

With a helpless shrug, Ethan could only let the other party do what he did.

"You are a very dangerous man."

A voice full of furry sounds sounded, and the Eastern European girl reluctantly took it out, twisted her waist and left, and gave Danny an OK gesture.

"All right."

Danny smiled slightly and unlocked the door: "Mr. Morgan from New York, I hope you won't do anything you regret."

Several people went in together.

Stepping on the thick floor, Ethan looked around the office.

The interior was luxuriously decorated, and incense was lit in the corner. Behind the large desk sat a man with a hooked nose, who was slowly trimming the cigar in his hand with cigar cutters.

Danny walked quickly behind the other party.

The two men in black suits stood astride the door.

They expressionlessly lifted up their clothes, pulled out the Colt M1911, and folded their hands in front of them.

It is impossible to be unprepared when bringing a stranger in.

"Click."

Another heavy press, and the broken cigar leaf fell into the ashtray.

"You want to talk business with me."

The hooked nose blew on the cigar and played with the sharp cigar cutters in his hand: "Mr. Morgan, may I ask what you can provide me with."

"Your life."

Ethan grinned and gave the other party an unexpected answer.

"Uh-huh."

His figure exploded, he kicked the side cleanly, and his boots were kicked to the side with strong wind.

"Bang~"

The black suit on the right flew into the air and hit the wall hard.

With the oil painting on it, he suddenly fell to the ground.

He groaned and sweat broke out instantly. He hugged his waist tightly with both hands, and he couldn't muster up any strength to touch the gun that fell to the ground.

On the left, a man in a black suit quickly raised his gun.

"Snapped."

A big hand pressed down firmly.

"bump."

In a panic, the black suit pulled the trigger, and a small hole instantly exploded in his own leather shoe, causing blood to splash.

The screams echoed through the office.

Another swing of the fist landed, knocking the opponent out easily.

Ethan also grabbed the gun with his hands.

"Don't move."

Pointing the gun at his aquiline nose, Ethan grinned and said, "No matter what you want to do, I suggest you take your hands back and put them where I can see them."

In just two seconds, he had the situation under control.

Although the hooked nose reacted quickly, he had only just touched the handle of the shotgun.

Under threat of gunpoint, he slowly retracted his hand.

"I don't know who sent you."

The hook-nosed, deep eyes stared at the muzzle of the opposite gun, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "One thing is for sure, if you kill me, there will be no possibility of escaping from Silvertown."

Danny on the side also froze in place.

His breathing became rapid and his legs trembled. He didn't expect this man to be so terrifying and so straightforward.

"Please."

Ethan kicked away the gun that fell beside him, shrugged and said, "Who told you that I was going to kill you."

"I hate fighting and killing the most."

"We are all civilized people."

"What do you think?"

"That's right." The hooked nose nodded quickly and squeezed out a smile: "Civilization is good, I like civilization!"

No matter what the other party wants to do, deal with it first and then talk about it.

After that, settle the accounts slowly.

"I came here to ask you for a favor." Ethan thought of something, took out something from his pocket, and flicked it to his hooked nose: "By the way, take a look at this thing."

"It would be best if you know each other."

As he moved, a small object fell lightly on the table.

Ethan raised the muzzle of the gun and motioned for the other party to check it.

Seeing this, his hooked nose suppressed his anger.

He picked up the document and slowly opened it. His pupils shrank when he looked at the information on it. He thought it was a killer sent by some hostile force, but he never expected that it was a government department.

"DOD?"

The hooked nose gritted his teeth and closed the certificate: "I wonder what the consultant of the Ministry of National Defense has come to this small place like Silvertown for?"

Danny's body shook violently when he heard his boss's words.

He looked at Ethan with horrified eyes.

That feeling was several times more terrifying than before, and I couldn't help but swallow my dry throat.

"Mr. Danny."

Noticing his reaction, Ethan walked to the nearby wine cabinet with a gun in hand: "It seems you know something?" (End of Chapter)