My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Feel sorry."

Ethan chuckled and broke the silence: "It wasn't your daughter who was hit, but she and that kid hit someone else's car."

"And that other person."

Nodding to himself, he shrugged and said, "That's me."

"Ethan Morgan."

Only then did Gordon notice the person next to him, and he walked over quickly: "Long time no see."

"Hello."

Ethan jumped off the table and shook hands with the other party: "Mayor Hopewell."

If nothing unexpected happens.

This old white man is his future competitor, and his two palms are tightly clasped together.

After saying hello, Gordon looked at Brock.

The latter was also unambiguous and told what he had just learned.

"correct."

Ethan looked at the curly man in the detention warehouse and added with a smile: "To tell you the truth, my car is worth more than 600,000 yuan. Even if you sell your ass, you still have to pay me the compensation."

"I hope you have enough insurance on your broken Corolla."

Put down the vulgar words like selling your ass for now, what the hell is more than 600,000, it's just a broken Dodge Challenger.

Cruz was even more shocked than before, his mouth opened wide.

His eyes also glowed.

This Ethan Morgan looks even more handsome than before, as if his whole body is glowing with charming golden light.

"correct."

Ethan winked at the tall policewoman and said with a smile: "If you call the towing company, you'd better ask them to be careful. I spent a lot of money to modify that car."

A group of people, you look at me, I look at you.

They all looked at each other.

They can understand spending 600,000 on a house, but using it to modify a muscle car, what kind of operation is this?

And how did this guy make so much money after not seeing him for just two years?

Brock does know something.

After all, he had met Ethan at the inauguration banquet of the Chiefess of the Chino Tribe, and unexpectedly learned that this guy had shares in Chino Moon. The exact amount was unclear, but he must have made a lot of money.

So it didn't seem that shocking.

"There's one more thing." Pointing to the curly boy whose face looked like he'd eaten shit, Ethan sneered:

"This guy, based on my experience, must have been on pills."

"You'd better take him to the hospital for a test."

"As for you."

He shifted his gaze to Tifa.

The latter was shocked all over, and the tears he was sobbing immediately stopped, and he hurriedly buried his head.

From the looks of it, it looks like she's taken it too.

What a short memory!

The barn party almost killed her, and now she encountered this kind of thing again, but after all, maybe this is people's daily life.

Most American children seem to be like this during their youthful rebellious period.

"Ethan."

Carly quickly interrupted him and pointed back with an ugly expression: "Can we talk alone?"

"That's right."

The mayor also nodded gloomily.

Of course, their expressions were not directed at Ethan, but at the two people in the detention warehouse.

After worry, comes anger.

This kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice, but after all, she is my daughter, so I can't ignore it.

Carly is a friend no matter what.

She still had to give her this face. Ethan shrugged and took the lead to walk in. It seemed that he was asking for mercy. If he really made a fuss, Tifa would inevitably have to go to the juvenile detention center for a while.

Several town police officers looked at each other and then started busy.

Some things can be enforced toughly, but some things should just turn a blind eye!

"first."

Coming to the back, Carly opened her arms: "Welcome back."

"Thanks."

Ethan smiled and hugged her.

There is no feeling at all like hugging a man, it is still so approachable, and the protrusion is just ordinary.

"And I'm sorry."

After Carly let go of her hand, she frowned and looked at Gordon: "Tifa should be at school at this time, instead of driving around with that little gangster."

"Are you blaming me for buying Tifa a car?"

Gordon's face turned slightly red, and he waved his arms and said, "How did I know she would be with that kind of bastard? I'm so busy at work and I'm about to run for election. I don't have time to keep an eye on her every day."

"Besides, this is not my responsibility alone."

"You guys stop it."

Ethan raised his hand to interrupt the quarrel between the two: "Please, there is an outsider here, and I am not a psychiatrist."

I am not here to listen to two people jostling each other.

But he also understood that the Corolla was bought by Gordon for Tifa, not that curly boy's.

"listen."

He shrugged to Carly and said: "I'm not an unreasonable person, but after all, it caused damage. I will send you the bill after the car is repaired."

The latter pinched his palms and nodded helplessly.

It is almost impossible to find an insurance company to compensate for this kind of thing, and you will have to find another way at that time.

"besides."

Looking at Gordon again, Ethan smiled slightly: "I won't pursue Tifa, but that curly boy will go to jail to pick up soap for a period of time. I don't think you still have any objections, right?"

If you say you're going to jail, you're going to jail, that's no discount at all.

The compensation must be compensated.

Carly's friendship with him is not yet to the point where she can ignore the loss.

As for the little thing Tifa.

Just drop it.

There is no need to be reluctant and unforgiving, and he is not that kind of character. Ethan feels that he is always kind to others.

After all, she is still Hood's daughter.

"Thanks."

Gordon's face finally relaxed a little, and he held Ethan's hand again: "Mr. Morgan, I owe you once."

In a few words, the fate of those two people was decided.

One is not painful and will probably only be under a curfew for a few days, while the other is going to prison to practice some anus skills.

no way.

Real life is so cruel.

With background and without background, there are two completely different ways of living.

"I do not know how to put it."

Candy held up his bucket hat and stretched out his huge fist: "If you want to drink, come here another day. The old man needs to take a good rest today."

"Also, take my advice seriously."

"no problem."

Ethan smiled hoarsely and bumped fists with him: "Be careful. If there are guests you don't want to see, call me as soon as possible."

Kill two members of the Aryan Brotherhood today.

No one knew whether they had mentioned this matter to others before they came here. It was neither a big nor a small matter, and it was considered a trouble.

This is a reminder to him to be careful.

"rest assured."

Candy poked his head gently and said with a smile: "Please believe in the survival wisdom of an old bartender."

After waving his hand, he turned and walked towards Davis Bar.

Although his movements were slow, he regained his long-lost vitality, and his stooped waist became much straighter.

"I can tell."

The car window slowly rose, Siobhan said with a smile: "He is very happy that you are back."

"Aren't you happy?"

Ethan smiled and raised the policewoman's chin sideways.

The latter directly told the answer to this question through action. Siobhan quickly shifted into gear, the tires rubbed wildly, raising some fine gravel on the ground, and drove quickly towards her home.