My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

“Why do you want me to run so badly?”

Turning his head, Ethan shrugged at Candy: "Besides, I'm so young, are you sure it's suitable?"

"There's no other reason."

Candy pursed her lips, nodded slowly and said, "Based on your performance just now and your tough behavior, I think you can restore peace to Banshee Town."

"This town needs a strong man."

"Finally, I don't believe you can be as young as Mayor Kendall?"

This made Ethan feel a little embarrassed.

However, it is not appropriate to use Mayor Kendall as an example. That guy belongs to a powerful family. Old Kendall is also the mayor of Banshee Town. The two fathers and sons alternated the mayor's position one after another.

If Kendall hadn't been killed in an accidental bombing, thirty or forty years later, maybe his son would have picked up the baton again.

Local powerful families are so terrifying.

Everyone looks up and down, and will often help you deal with some things. If you don't have any major problems, just say you're sorry and don't vote for me.

Think of this.

It was indeed a bit heart-warming.

But things are not that simple. This cannot be decided by just discussing with an old bartender.

To choose means to grab.

After all, Gordon has been the mayor for two or three years, and he will not give up his power.

Everything needs to be considered.

"Let me think about it."

Ethan shook his head and held the steering wheel firmly in his hand: "This kind of thing cannot be decided in a few words."

"certainly."

Candy nodded and tinkered with the vehicle curiously.

At first, he thought it was the other person's car, but after getting in the car, he found that apart from the outer shell, it was completely unrecognizable as a Dodge Challenger. The sound alone brought incomparable comfort to his ears.

"How much did it cost to modify it?"

He turned the knob, making the sound louder and softer.

"Six hundred thousand."

"Cough~~~"

A violent cough sounded, and Candy quickly put the cigarette butt out of the window, while holding his chest resentfully.

Afraid of a trace of soot falling in.

"Please."

Ethan chuckled and patted the steering wheel: "It's just a car, just a means of transportation."

"hehe."

The old bartender looked out the window with a complicated expression on his face.

The other party's life in the past two years must have been very simple, but there is a high probability that he fought with his life to get back. This is not something I envy.

"careful!!!"

Candy's pupils shrank suddenly and she shouted.

I saw a gray Corolla roaring out of the street next to it. It didn't slow down at all, and its direction didn't change. It crashed into it. The two people in the driver's seat were passionately kissing.

"Boom~"

Ethan stepped on the accelerator hard.

It happened so suddenly, and with so little reaction time, he only had time to avoid most of the impact locations.

"Dong~"

The Corolla hit the Challenger's butt so hard that the front of the car was dented instantly. It left a few black scratches on the street before it came to a crooked stop.

The driver's seat airbag exploded, protecting the person inside.

Candy grabbed the armrest in horror, but unexpectedly found that the car body was only crooked and not affected at all.

With Ethan's brake, it quickly stopped.

"Fake!!!"

Putting the parking gear on, he slapped the steering wheel and cursed.

How long has it been since I brought it back? I gave it away for the first time within a week.

He was trembling with pain.

It's not because of the money, it always feels like this when a new car is hit.

"calm down."

Candy pulled the corners of her mouth down hard and suppressed her smile: "It's just a car, a means of transportation!"

"Shet."

Quickly unbuckling his seat belt, Ethan pushed open the car door with a dark face:

“This is my new car!!!”

Afraid of getting killed, no, afraid of getting killed again, Candy quickly grabbed his fisherman hat and pushed open the car door.

A traffic accident on the street caused passers-by to stop.

Fortunately, the situation at the scene didn't look serious, so there was no need to rush to save people.

"Damn it~~~Fake!!!"

Quickly arriving behind the challenger, Ethan jumped excitedly.

The taillight was shattered, a fist-sized hole was dented in the butt of the car, and the paint was scratched a lot, making it look like an anus had been exploded.

"Jesus."

Candy also exclaimed.

But his reason was for something else. He was lamenting that the obvious impact just now left only a few collision marks on the car body, and the hood of the Corolla behind was lifted.

But when he saw the steel plate exposed in the recessed position, he grinned and understood immediately.

No wonder it cost $600,000.

Damn it, this guy's entire car is bulletproofed.

The money spent is definitely indispensable.

"Hey."

An angry shout sounded from behind, and the voice shouted excitedly: "How did you drive, and you dared to crash my car like this?"

Licking his lips, Ethan turned around silently.

The eighteen or nineteen-year-old white boy pushed open the Corolla door and angrily got out of the car.

Blue jacket, instant curly hair.

The thin lips under the hooked nose make him look like a bad boy.

He staggered a little while walking and his eyes were blurry.

But Ethan could tell that this was not caused by the impact, but more by taking pills.

"Yo yo yo."

Candy quickly hugged Ethan and said excitedly: "With so many people watching, you must not do anything stupid. This is no better than before!"

Not only is it no better than before.

It was worse than before. Just when he was about to shout out the words to attack the police, Ethan suddenly realized that he was just a white man now and could no longer use his official status to bully, no, he was admonishing others.

There was nothing to say, but he immediately took Candy's previous suggestions to heart.

Only he was stopped.

But the young man rushed forward excitedly, angrily raised his fist and punched him howlingly.

"Farke!"

A boxer's instinct made Candy quickly duck and dodge.

There were also angry curses coming from his mouth.

The old man was the one who started the fight, but he even beat himself up. What a heck he was.

The old bartender moved out of the way, and Ethan went up and kicked him.

Most of the time, the legs were definitely longer than the hands. Before the fist came, he kicked the curly boy firmly.

The other party groaned and stumbled back to the side.

With fast steps, Ethan jumped forward a few times, his left leg firmly nailed to the ground, and he followed with a flying kick with his right foot.

"Bang."

The curly boy was hit in the chest again and retreated even faster, dancing and falling into the bushes on the side of the road.

The snow is rising, and broken branches and leaves are flying everywhere.

"stop."

The girl's frightened shouts rang out, and the sound of tiny footsteps quickly approached. She grabbed Ethan's arm:

"Stop fighting!!!"

Turning around, Ethan raised his left hand with a cold face.

Year-round habits tell him that when there is a conflict, never care whether the other party is a boy or a girl, a child can pull the trigger.

A slap in the face, whistling down. (End of chapter)