My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Seeing Jabber's furious look, Ethan lit up a cigarette.

Jason was stunned when he stretched out his hand, wondering why the bald man in front of him had such a big reaction.

Jiabo paced back and forth. He didn't want to go through the things he had done before, like stealing corpses, digging pits, and burying people.

He stopped and said to Ethan:

"Why don't we just kill this motherfucker."

"oh."

Jason waved his hands frantically, "Man, don't be like this, I'm still here."

"you shut up."

Ethan nodded with the hand holding the cigarette, "Hurry up and put on your clothes. No one wants to kill you, and no one wants to see your little pussy."

He said to Jia Bo again: "This is what Hood means. He owes this child's father a favor."

Jabo curled his lips and put on his sunglasses, and looked at Jason who was hurriedly getting dressed.

After a while, they returned to Davis Bar. After the white lights in the utility room flashed a few times, Jabber and Jason came out.

Seeing Jiabo's unhappy look, Jason consciously found a seat on the other side of the bar and sat down.

Candy's face became strange after seeing Jason sit down.

"What's the matter?" Ethan knocked on the bar.

Candy poured wine for him and Jabber, curled his lips and said:

"It's okay, I just find it interesting. There are so many seats in the bar, but he chose the chair where the real Lucas Hood was sitting on the day he died."

Ethan looked to the other side and saw Jason holding a bottle of beer and blowing smoke rings out of boredom.

Jiabo took a sip of wine and whispered:

"I said, your reaction to this kid is not too calm. He doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know what trouble he has caused."

"My suggestion is to dig a hole and bury him, cleanly."

"Forget it, he's just a young man in his twenties." Candy shook his head and said:

"And his father was also a man with a sense of justice. Lucas Hood died in a conflict with Proctor's people because he was trying to protect me."

"Hood also lives with his identity. For his father's sake, we should give him a second chance."

Jabber put down his wine glass helplessly, "When did we become a charity organization?"

At this time, Jason Hood saw that there was no one else in the bar, so he directly asked them:

"Excuse me, when will my fake documents be ready?"

"Fake ID?"

Jabber turned his head slowly, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Jason didn't know why and nodded quickly.

"Bichi, what do you think we are doing?"

Jia Bo stood up and said in a bad tone:

"Do you think this is some kind of fake ID workshop? The kind of broken ID that lets you sneak into a bar for fifty yuan."

"I'm changing your identity directly for you, do you understand what I mean?"

"The new name, the credit history, the social security number, the birth certificate, it's all real."

Ethan and Candy laughed secretly and clinked their wine glasses. Whenever anyone questioned Jaber's skills, he would be like a thorn in his side.

"Okay, sorry." Jason quickly said he meant no harm.

If he hadn't been helpless, Jason would have wanted to run away a long time ago. The people he met here were each more terrifying than the last.

Jabber walked straight to Jason and stared at him.

"Boy, let me finish."

"After I finish the work and give you a new identity, you have to leave immediately and go as far as you want."

"You must ensure that we will never see you or hear from you again. If you dare to appear in front of us again, use your identity as Hood to threaten us to wipe your butt, or ask us to do anything for you."

Jabber took out a pistol from his waist and patted it in front of Jason, saying word by word:

"I swear, I will put all the bullets in this gun into your eyes with my own hands, do you understand?"

Jason swallowed, his Adam's apple slid, and he nodded quickly.

After staring at him for a while, Jabber grabbed a handful of bald heads, then put the gun back on his waist and returned to his seat.

Evening, Savoyard Gentlemen's Club.

Ethan and Jabber were sitting in a corner of the dance floor, watching the strippers inside performing hard.

When he walked into the club, the gauze on Ethan's head attracted a lot of attention.

He was slightly injured but could not leave the line of fire, and the old brothers gave thumbs up to express their admiration.

After Jabo took a sip of wine, he asked Ethan:

"By the way, what happened to the injury on your head?"

Ethan grabbed a thick stack of one-dollar bills and flicked them quickly with his fingers on the dance floor, causing the bills to rise one after another.

"If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten."

Ethan stopped and whispered to Jabber:

"When you return to New York tonight, help me prepare a set of clothes, cars, guns, and clothes."

Jiabo raised his eyebrows and said, "Who are you planning to fight? Do you need help?"

"I can do it myself."

Ethan grinned, showing his white teeth.

"Okay, after I prepare Jason Hood's identity certificate in two days, I will bring you the things you need."

Jiabo turned around and threw the small banknotes in his hand onto the dance floor. The banknotes fell down like a rain of banknotes.

Seeing this, the graceful strippers on the dance floor walked over swaying their waists.

Ethan smiled, then waved hard, and the money flew all over the sky.

Although they were all small-denomination bills, they couldn't handle the large amount, and hundreds of dollars flew out in two or three strokes.

"I said, you bastard, you really don't feel bad spending my money."

Jabo glared at him, then took a wad of small bills in front of him and put them in front of Ethan.

"Who told you to say that tonight's expenses are all covered by you?"

Ethan bit his cigarette unceremoniously, looked at the crazily shaking twerk in front of him, grabbed another handful and stuffed it into his thong.

At this time, because the dancers were surrounding the two of them, others were dissatisfied and booed.

A strong man wearing a vest with a sinewy face had his eyes blazing, and the little cutie in front of him jumped further and further away, running directly to the opposite side.

He put away the twenty dollars in his hand angrily, walked around the dance floor and walked directly towards Ethan and the others.

Jiabo was bored for a long time. When he saw the situation in front of him, he instantly became interested.

The man in the vest walked next to Ethan, leaned on the dance floor, showed off his tattoos and said:

"You two pretty boys have so much money, don't you mind letting me help you spend some?"

"I don't mind, just do as you please."

Ethan waved his hand indifferently and put down the wine glass.

"Eggless guy."

The man in the vest didn't expect these two people to be so cowardly. He grabbed a handful of dirty beard and proudly reached out to grab the banknotes in front of Ethan.

Before he could grab the money, Ethan held down his hand, picked up the ashtray next to him and slammed it into his palm.

"boom."

"ah..."

After a scream, Ethan picked up the ashtray and looked at it. It was so thick that it couldn't be smashed like this.

The dancers on the dance floor were used to this situation, and they calmly pushed back a few steps.

He hit it twice more, and with a cry of pain, the ashtray flew out of his hand.

"Fakeyu." The man in the vest covered his bloody hand.

"No, it's Fakiyu."

Proctor appeared next to them and said to the man in the vest, "Get out of my club now."