My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"While we were out."

Ethan paused for a moment, frowned and asked, "It seems like there's no music playing in the house, right?"

"No."

Allen's eyes lit up and he walked quickly inside: "Rusek, is that you?"

In addition to the room card, it is the password.

Not many people have these two things. Could it be that they were all busy outside just now.

The remaining three people also walked in happily.

"Shet"

When Allen walked in, he bumped into a strong black man in a suit. The pain made him cover his nose quickly: "Who the hell are you?"

"Hey."

The strong man wearing a black top hat just turned his back and stepped back, and was also startled:

"and who are you?"

Seeing this, Ethan quickly put one hand behind his back.

Swish.

Glock appears in hand.

Apart from this guy, there was also an unusually tall black man with a bald head sitting in front of the piano, tapping the keys awkwardly.

stranger.

Atwater and Horsted looked at each other and quickly picked up the easiest guy around them.

"Oh oh oh."

The bald man sitting in front of the piano turned around and said in a hoarse voice: "Finally, we finally waited until the owner of this suite came back!"

The face is fierce and ugly.

The claw-like tattoos on his cheeks snaked to his forehead, and his eyes shone with cold light.

"God."

Atwater rubbed his eyes and shouted in shock: "Mike Tyson???"

That ferocious beast in boxing.

This is Mike Tyson, who was known for his brutal and destructive competition style and was invincible at his peak. Not to say he was a king, but at least he was one of the pinnacle figures in this profession.

Even though Ethan doesn't watch boxing much, he still recognizes this kind of person.

Especially ear biting.

Too out of the loop.

Several people all looked at Tyson blankly. Tyson was snapping his fingers and walking towards the music, humming, and seemed to be in a good mood.

It seems to be completely different from the ferocious image seen on TV.

Several people were stunned.

But why did this person appear in his hotel room? Did something else happen with Tyson last night?

Ethan put the gun back into space in confusion.

I thought he was some kind of underworld figure, but facing such a celebrity, I didn't need a gun.

"Please."

Arriving in front of a few people, Tyson clapped his hands and said, "Come sing with me."

The celebrity effect makes several people's thoughts confused.

It happened that both Atwater and Allen could sing this song, so they subconsciously sang along with each other. Ethan's throat rolled and his body became alert.

Even though the other party has retired for many years.

But the sense of oppression is still very strong.

This guy had a smile on his face, but there was still a hint of evil in his eyes. Now he appeared in the hotel room for no apparent reason. He couldn't even keep his guard up. Who knows what else happened last night.

Coming to the chorus of the music, the key suddenly increased a few points.

Tyson's shoulders shook.

The shadow of a fist flashed past quickly.

Ethan seemed to feel the wind of the fist, and he suddenly jumped back, taking two steps back.

"Bang."

The huge fist roared onto Allen's face.

The fat on the little fat man's face vibrated, and his head was thrown to the side with the fist. His whole body was hit straight to the carpet by the force, and he fell asleep as sweetly as a baby.

"Shet."

Tyson suddenly struck, startling Atwater.

He and Horsted rushed over to help Allen check his injuries.

"You react quickly."

Tyson flicked his wrist and looked at Ethan with admiration: "Although I have retired for eleven years, I still have a certain amount of exercise. It is not an easy thing for ordinary people to avoid my attacks."

"Why are you doing this?"

Ethan's face darkened, he moved back and assumed a fighting stance.

Even though the little fat man did all sorts of things and tricked them all to death, he was still on the same team after all.

Although the other party is famous, his strength is also terrifying.

But when he comes up, he hits someone, and he doesn't mind competing with him.

"Hahaha."

Tyson chuckled and looked at the man in the black suit next to him: "Do you believe this guy? He actually wants to do something to me. God, I look so old, eighty years old?"

"OK."

The man in the black suit looked at Ethan, waved his hands and said seriously:

"Mr. Tyson wants to know one thing, why is his tiger in your bathroom?"

"Shet."

Ethan unclenched his fist and asked in surprise: "Is that tiger inside yours?"

The two guys didn't reply and looked sideways at each other.

The answer is self-evident.

If it doesn't belong to the other party, how can it be found?

"I'm really sorry." Ethan spread his hands and apologized: "We were drugged last night and can't remember what happened. If we knew the tiger belonged to Mr. Tyson, he would have sent it back long ago. "

If you want to have a tiger head, it will be of no use, but you can't cut it off and soak it in wine.

Um!

Ethan's eyes lit up.

Forget it, Amitabha, my own abilities are completely sufficient.

The two guys opposite looked at each other, and then both looked at Ethan, as if you were treating me like a fool.

"it is true."

Ethan waved his hand and pointed back: "The person who drugged us has been knocked unconscious by you and fell to the ground."

Well, the two confirmed it immediately.

He just treated them like fools and chose the guy who was knocked unconscious.

After confirming that Allen was not injured, the two people behind quickly got up and returned.

As long as you don't die.

Everything was caused by him, and any losses he suffered were regarded as repaying debts.

"We are indeed telling the truth."

Atwater quickly stood up to testify. He raised his hands and said, "Listen, there is no need to lie to you. You must know that Mr. Tyson is my idol. Our friend also disappeared last night."

"Hey, that's Rusek's coat."

When he saw the suit hanging on the arm of the man in the bowler hat, he pointed at it in surprise: "Where did you get this coat? Could it be that our friend has it in your hands?"

"NO."

The man in the top hat slowly shook his head: "I found this in the tiger cage. There is a wallet and room card in the pocket."

He tossed his coat to Atwater.

The latter quickly checked and found nothing else except what the other party said.

"Mr. Tyson."

Ethan let out a breath and said quickly: "I know this is an excessive request, but can you allow us to go to your house to check the surveillance?"

"The missing friend is the groom."

"It's his wedding tomorrow morning, please, please help."

"wedding?"

Tyson's eyes widened and he smiled dumbly: "You have lost the groom in the wedding tomorrow morning?"

He turned to look at the chaotic scene in the living room and couldn't help laughing:

"Okay, I believe you."

"You guys are really crazy fuckers. You can do this kind of thing. It's no surprise that my tiger is like this."

Looking at his watch, he tapped:

"Send the tiger back to my house before eight o'clock in the evening. Then I will see how I feel."

Signing to his subordinates to give him the address, the ferocious beast in the boxing world shook his head and strode away:

"Don't force me to come here again." (End of chapter)