My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan didn't show any signs of weakness and rushed forward quickly.

The baton in his hand made a crackling sound and swung towards Cheton's head, but Cheton ducked and missed.

The two hit each other like two cars, making a muffled sound. Ethan's steps slipped slightly, and then he stood firmly.

Cheton was surprised to find that the town policeman in front of him looked gentle and didn't look very strong, but he was able to hold a stalemate with him.

Cheton firmly grasped Ethan's hand holding the baton and kneeled him directly.

Ethan quickly let go of the baton, dodged the knee that hit him, and at the same time withdrew his hand and struck Cheton on the waist.

The fingers were formed into a hook shape and dug hard under Cheton's ribs.

Although Cheton was thick-skinned, he still felt a sharp pain. He roared angrily, blocked it, and then reached out to hit Ethan.

Swish, swish, swish. . .

Ethan dodged several punches in a row.

That huge fist passed right in front of my eyes, and an ordinary person would probably be crippled by one punch.

Ethan found an opening and hit Cheton in the ear with a backhand punch. Cheton's vision went dark and he took a few steps back.

"Ethan, get out of the way." Hearing Siobhan yell, he quickly dodged sideways.

Two darts flew with copper wires and pierced into the flesh of Cheton's upper body.

The electric current was passed instantly. After Cheton gritted his teeth and shook for a while, instead of falling down, he became even more irritable.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

He looked at Siobhan with burning eyes, grabbed the copper wire with both hands, pulled hard, pulled the dart of the Taser off, threw it to the ground, and then tried to walk towards Siobhan.

"Mom, your opponent is me."

Ethan rushed over with a heavy shoulder and knocked Cheton over. The wooden table next to him instantly turned into a pile of broken boards.

Cheton quickly used his hands and feet to stand up and took a few steps back.

He looked at Ethan, who had already stood up, and said excitedly:

"Among white people, you are considered a warrior."

"Really? Your physique was also born hundreds of years later." Ethan dusted himself off and made fists with both hands in an attack stance.

"Next, let our blood merge together." Cheton's thunderous voice sounded.

He reached out and pulled out a huge deer-hunting knife from the leather holster at his waist, and slowly made a cut of more than ten centimeters in front of himself with the edge of the knife.

Feeling the blood flowing out of the wound, he licked the edge, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"Wait a minute, you are using a knife. This is not the behavior of a warrior." Ethan gestured to his bare hands.

"Your ancestors used guns to kill my ancestors. Is this the behavior of a warrior?"

Cheton held the deer hunting knife behind his back and said expressionlessly.

Ethan sighed and lowered his hands, "You're right, let's do it."

He was stunned by Ethan's actions, and then said through gritted teeth: "Do you think I don't dare to kill you?"

Just as Cheton was about to pounce, he suddenly grunted and fell to the wooden floor with a thud.

"I'm not telling you to do it."

Ethan shook his head, stepped forward and took away the deer hunting knife in his hand.

Hood stood behind Cheton, staggered a little, and knelt down on one knee. Ethan quickly went over to help him up.

"You did a good job with the stick."

"Of course." Hood chuckled, supported the ground with his baton, took Ethan's hand and stood up.

On the other side, since Ethan knocked down a few people from the beginning, the remaining few people were quickly controlled by Emmett and the others.

Some of the dishonest ones were also threatened by the Taser and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Hood wiped the blood from his face, panted and found a chair to sit down.

Ethan took out the handcuffs and locked Cheton up.

"Scenes like this don't happen every day."

Brock came over with his face covered. He had just received a few more hard blows.

"are you OK?"

Ethan stood up and took his hand away, "It's okay, he's still as handsome as ever."

Brock once again covered the corners of his swollen mouth and said vaguely: "Fakeyu."

Not long after, Cheton woke up faintly.

Ethan and Emmett grabbed his arms, lifted him up directly, and pushed him to stand next to the wall.

Cheton struggled for a moment and said angrily:

"You damn white people are showing off on this land that should belong to our Chino tribe. Girls from our tribe were killed, but you are here to cause trouble for us."

Emmett pushed him hard and said, "I'm not a white man. As we said, I just want to ask your brother Tommy Littlestone a few questions. It's you who don't cooperate."

"Fakeyu, you are a white man's slave." Cheton's heavy breath blew against the wall and he continued:

"Why should we cooperate? This land belongs to our indigenous people."

"Whether it is the settlement or the land outside, in my opinion, you have no jurisdiction. Your ancestors were despicable robbers and thieves who only plundered other people's things."

"Leave your words to the judge." Emmett ignored him.

After resting for a while, Hood stood up from his chair and walked to a group of people kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands.

He looked back and forth, then said:

"Since Cheton is here, I assume Tommy Littlestone will be too."

"Is that bastard of yours Tommy? Are you interested in saying hi to me?"

No one among the dozen Redbone Gang members kneeling on the ground spoke, they all stared at Hood with annoyance.

Hood knew that time was urgent. They drove into the residence in a car from the Banshee Town Police Department, and someone would definitely report it.

If you don't hurry up and find someone to take him away, if someone from the Chino tribe comes to stop you, your beating will be in vain.

He walked behind the crowd, stood quietly for a while, and then kicked hard against the wooden wall.

One of the men in a blue shirt shook violently, and Hood showed a smile, strode over, and grabbed his hair.

"Hello, Tommy."

Tommy looked at Hood in panic, "Shet, I didn't do anything to Lana, what do you want to do?"

Hood grabbed his hair and looked at it.

Compared with Cheton Littlestone, Tommy Littlestone's body was like that of a child, and there was some stubble on his green lips.

"It seems that your brother has taken all your vitamins." Hood smiled and let go.

"Take them both back to the police station."

Hood decided to take the person back first and then question him.

There was a commotion among the other dozen people. Seeing this, Ethan picked up his baton and walked over.

"Do you have any opinions?"

The people from the Red Bone Gang quickly lowered their heads. The guy in front of them was too terrifying.

Not only did he knock down several of them in just a few strokes, but he was still able to fight Cheton without losing.

After seeing them calm down, Ethan put away his baton and put it back into his belt, and then he and Emmett pressed Cheton down and walked out of the almost destroyed wooden house.