My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Blue and red gloves flew, intersecting like lightning.

There was a thud when it hit him.

They never expected that it would turn into such a fierce confrontation. The three of Atwater and the others were dumbfounded. A few of them quickly reacted and shouted wildly to cheer for Ethan.

There is no doubt that Skill Ethan was completely suppressed.

Most of the punches landed on him.

He was beating so hard that he bared his teeth.

The beating shook his body.

But the more Tyson got punched, the more panicked he became. This kid was no ordinary person at all. His ability to withstand blows was amazing. When he was hit by a punch, he only showed some pain and hit him again at a faster speed.

Most of the blows were easily dodged by him.

But the one or two punches he always received reminded him of all the sluggers he encountered in his career.

He is fifty years old.

I didn't expect to have to deal with such heavy artillery.

It made him a little unable to resist, and the steps on his feet became even more messy.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan bent down to avoid a heavy punch from the opposite side, lunged in, and raised his right hand like a bow. Amid Allen's excited cheers, he aimed at Tyson's face like a long arrow. Shoot down.

When he got close to him, he saw a hint of panic in the other person's eyes.

Gritting his teeth, he punched hard.

"call out."

The blue glove flew past Tyson's head, scaring him so much that his heart almost skipped a beat.

"enough."

Ethan hugged him and gasped: "Mr. Tyson, I think it's almost done, right?"

"If you throw a few more punches, I won't be able to bear it."

This is half true and half false.

Even if he spent more than ten minutes with the opponent, he could still hold on, but the heavy punch from the ferocious beast was really painful. After just a short confrontation, his body was already covered with sweat.

The two hugged each other, both breathing heavily.

Sweating like rain.

With Tyson's eyesight, how could he not see that the opponent's punch just now was a deliberate miss.

"That's it."

He looked at the guy who had given him face and patted him on the shoulder happily: "You are very good. I am very happy. In fact, after receiving professional training based on your ability, you can consider pursuing a career."

"That fist, oh~~~"

"Hahaha."

Everyone in Huahuaqiaozi lifted me up, and Ethan smiled and said: "You are completely exaggerating. If I were at my peak, I probably wouldn't be able to last 91 seconds under you."

I have watched Fengshen Yizhan myself, and this number has its special meaning.

Defeating Spinks was Tyson’s highlight moment.

After hearing 91 seconds, he instantly understood which game the other party was referring to, burst out laughing, pointed at the black top hat and shouted:

"Take out the surveillance video you prepared and the good whiskey."

"I'm going to have a few drinks with my new friends."

living room.

The fragrant whiskey pours into the cup, and the smell makes your mouth water.

A man sat down on the sofa.

The movements are a bit slow.

Including Tyson was no exception. He rubbed his waist and ribs, picked up a glass of whiskey and looked at Ethan: "Damn, your fists are really strong. Come on, drink this glass of wine and you and I will be friends."

"Forget about compensation or anything like that."

"Well."

Ethan shrugged and made a cold joke: "You didn't put some mysterious medicine in the wine, right?"

I was confused at first.

Tyson quickly thought about why these people were here.

"Hahaha!!!"

With a smile on his fierce face, he waved his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Drug the Sheriff, do you think I look like a crazy motherfucker?"

The little fat man beside him didn't dare to speak.

He silently picked up the wine glass and took a sip to himself.

Everyone picked up their glasses one after another. After drinking the whiskey, some of the pain in their bodies was relieved. The TV set in front of them, controlled by the black hat, began to play the surveillance video from last night.

Several people sneaked outside the wall.

"listen."

In the screen, Ethan's voice sounded: "The little man in the strip club just now said that there is a tiger in Tyson's house, and it's male. We're going to catch it, cut it, and soak it in wine."

"Believe me, the effect will definitely satisfy you."

"Yo~~~"

On the sofa, Atwater hid aside in disgust.

Tyson frowned strangely: "I said, man, what kind of hobby do you have? You actually want to use that thing to make wine."

"This was all your idea!!!"

The little fat man jumped up from the sofa, his expression as aggrieved as he wanted.

"cough."

Ethan took a sip of whiskey and said calmly: "It was just a drunken joke, don't take it to heart."

"Crazy motherfucker."

Tyson muttered and continued to look at the TV.

This three-meter-high wall obviously couldn't stop the guys from the intelligence team, leaving Horsted to respond outside. After they pulled the little fat man up, he rolled and fell to the lawn inside.

The scene changes.

Ethan held a tiger on his hand.

I don’t know why the tiger was so cooperative. Four people and one tiger, including Rusek, wandered around Tyson’s house.

"Crash."

Tyson watched in stunned silence as Allen unzipped his zipper, and the tiny water column swayed from side to side in the swimming pool.

Several people next to him were laughing crazily.

Contrary to the picture.

The living room was deathly silent. Tyson's stiff neck turned towards Allen, his fist ready to move.

"Feel sorry."

Allen swallowed hard and forced a smile: "Mr. Tyson, I will leave you the address, and you can send me the bill for cleaning the swimming pool."

"Fakemi!"

Tyson scratched his bald head and took a helpless sip of whiskey.

Fortunately, I didn't swim today.

The surveillance screen jumps to the front door, which is closed inside and outside. The iron door is quickly opened, and a patrol car is parked outside.

"Aren't you Chicago police?"

Swallowing his whiskey, Tyson expressed that he was a little messy.

"Um."

Ethan coughed slightly and said with some embarrassment: "That was stolen last night."

"The cop stole the police car?"

Tyson looked at the drunk guys on the screen and immediately forgot what happened in the swimming pool. He laughed loudly and said, "You guys are so fucked up, but I like it, hahaha."

The smile quickly became dull.

After Ethan pushed his pet into the car, he held the tiger's butt and imitated the posture of a pushcart.

He also raised his arms and slapped him twice in the face from time to time.

In the picture, several people nearby were shocked at first, and then rolled around the iron gate with laughter.

Atwater looked at the dark-faced Ethan in shock, and couldn't help but said: "Boss, I understand that you want the Fake Tiger, but you should know that it is a male, right?"

"puff."

Whiskey spurted from Tyson's mouth and sprayed Allen in the face.

"Hahaha."

"God, I can't think of anyone else who could do something like this."

"You crazy motherfucker."

"Tiger, are you serious?"

Everyone's laughter echoed throughout the living room, and Allen forgot to wipe the whiskey off his face, laughing so much that he fell off the sofa.

"You did it all."

Ethan became angry and rushed towards him and gave him a beating. (End of chapter)