My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Motorcycle Club Bar.

While the new mayor and the female chief were having a heated exchange, the place was also extremely lively.

Men and women with all kinds of white supremacist tattoos almost filled the bar. Swastika flags were hung openly on the walls, and portraits of art students were posted in the most conspicuous places, accepting worship from everyone.

The bar was smoky and smelled of cigars and cigarettes.

The sound of billiard balls crashing was heard, and on the big TV in the corner, the documentary of the art students' military parade was an everlasting program.

Flour and pills were scattered messily on the tables.

Many people who were high had no time to go to the bathroom and started playing social games directly on the table. Such shocking things seemed to be common in small bars.

No one was surprised, but there were a few cheers.

Next to the bar.

A man was drinking alone, pouring brandy into his stomach one after another, completely unable to blend into the lively atmosphere.

"Bang~"

The wine glass hit the counter hard, and the man shouted in a muffled voice: "One more glass!"

"Please."

The female bartender in a vest wiped the bar with a towel, shook her head and said, "Calvin, you've had enough to drink. Go back and rest early. Maggie is waiting for you at home!"

As she wiped the table, the two balls of soft flesh with swastikas tattooed on them swayed back and forth.

"Bichi."

Calvin grabbed the female bartender's wrist and said with red eyes: "I told you, give me another drink!"

"OK~ let go."

The female bartender was in pain and struggled hard.

"Bang."

The door of the bar opened, and two burly white men walked in with a guy on their backs. One of them shouted excitedly: "We found the guy who came to bulk goods on our site yesterday. This guy dared to show up today."

With a bang, shouting and cursing continued throughout the small bar.

During this time, they seized the markets of several surrounding towns and counties and gained a lot of profits from them. This kind of behavior is absolutely not allowed to happen.

"Bang~"

The glass hit the wall hard, splinters flying everywhere.

"Take him in."

Calvin got off his stool and yelled viciously at the two strong white men.

Suit trousers, white shirt.

The face is handsome.

But under the influence of alcohol, his delicate face turned ferocious, and his half-open clothes were covered with horrific tattoos.

The two men nodded and dragged the thin white man into the back room.

Calvin strode inside.

There were also a dozen good guys in the bar who also picked up their beers and poured in.

"What do you want to do?"

The thin white man was extremely frightened. Before he could react, Calvin, who was in a bad mood, carried him to a vise inside. His body was pressed down and his head was clamped between two iron plates.

The slightest resistance was a punch.

"asshole."

Calvin grabbed the iron rod on the splint with both hands and growled: "This is the result of reaching out randomly!"

After speaking, he twisted his hands vigorously.

"Squeak~"

There was a scary sound of bolts turning, and the two iron plates tightened inwards.

"ah!!!"

Fierce screams rang out, and the stinging sensation that his head was about to explode made the thin white man struggle desperately with his hands and feet tied up.

This shout made the group of people who walked in excitedly take a breath.

"Hey."

One of the strong men who brought the people in rushed forward and quickly pushed Calvin aside: "Damn it, what are you doing? He has the same skin color as us, there is no need to use this method."

"Watts said it was just a warning and we need to let him deliver the message."

As soon as the warning came out, Calvin's face turned red.

"Bang!"

Facing the guy who pushed him away, he raised his arm and punched the guy over, then excitedly raised his feet and kicked them frantically: "Warning, why do you always have to warn???"

"What are we doing, huh?"

"Either I'm warning this person, or I'm warning that person. Can I do it?"

The anger of being beaten and ridiculed today surged into his heart. He kicked and kicked the strong man like a mad dog, constantly venting his inner anger.

This crazy scene scared everyone in the surrounding fraternity into silence.

They looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

There are clear hierarchies within the Aryan Brotherhood. As the only captain-level person present, no one dared to pull Calvin, otherwise he would only receive a beating in vain.

Although everyone knew that this guy was venting his anger today.

"Pick him up."

Calvin maintained the last trace of his clarity, panting heavily and stopping his movements.

He stared viciously at the strong man who had been kicked bruised and swollen for a few seconds, until he saw the surrender in his eyes. Then he returned to the vise, grabbed the iron rod and moved his eyes crazily with red eyes.

In full view of everyone, the thin white man was quickly squeezed until blood flowed from his eyes and nostrils.

Then, there was a muffled click.

His head was crushed and deformed, and his whole body turned into a puddle of mud.

"ah!!!"

Calvin felt comfortable all over, clenched his fists and roared.

"Pa~"

He grabbed the shirt with both hands and tore it hard, causing the buttons to fly off.

"That's it."

He slapped the tattoo on his chest and glanced at everyone in the small room with a ferocious look: "Those with these totems are our own, and anyone else who dares to go against us is our enemy."

"The enemies of our brotherhood do not deserve a warning."

He waved his arms, pointed hard at the guy who was trapped alive by him, and shouted: "They can only have one fate, death!!!"

Someone who can join the fraternity and accept this philosophy.

All with a hint of madness.

Calvin's declaration and the crazy emotion instantly detonated everyone in the room, and they roared wildly along with him. Even the man who had just been beaten by him waved his arms excitedly.

He was not the only one who felt aggrieved.

During this period of time, they have experienced various attacks one after another, and the people in the Brotherhood have long been holding back their anger!

I suffered that humiliation again today.

But Watts could only tell them to be patient again and again.

Calvin's words ignited the dissatisfaction of these people. He was just a fool, so why should he always be worried about this and that.

"Bang."

The wooden door of the small room was kicked open by someone, and a tall figure appeared at the door. This movement caused the roar inside to stop immediately, and it became deathly silent.

"Everyone get out."

Watts' sharp eyes fell on the man who was clamped to death, and he said coldly: "Except Calvin!"

The excitement was suppressed in an instant, and everyone in the room gritted their teeth and walked out. When they passed by Calvin, many people reached out and patted him to show support for him.

Calvin put his hands behind his back, stood upright and raised his chin slightly.

He met Watts's gaze unceremoniously.

No fear at all. (End of chapter)