My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan bent down and took Quentin out of the trunk of the car, striding towards the garage.

At his signal, Jabber and Johnny moved a wooden table to the middle of the garage.

He threw Quentin directly onto the table, then took the rope from Johnny, tied Quentin to the table, and then untied his mouth.

After a while of tossing, Quentin woke up leisurely.

He looked at the people standing nearby, feeling as if he had fallen into an abyss.

Quentin struggled hard and found that he was tied to death. He turned his head to look at Ethan in despair and asked:

"what do you want?"

Ethan placed a box of mineral water brought from the house on the shelf next to it.

"Johnny, can you open the lid for me?"

"All of them?" Johnny asked puzzled.

"Half first."

While Ethan was talking, he found two more bricks nearby and motioned to Jabber to help lift the end of the table.

He put bricks on top to make the wooden table look higher on one side and lower on the other.

Quentin had a bad feeling in his heart and cursed quickly:

"Hey, I'm talking to you, you asshole."

Ethan laid the bricks, patted the dust on his hands, and took a bottle of mineral water.

After struggling for a long time, he became thirsty. After drinking half a bottle of water in one breath, he said to Quentin:

"Mr. Quentin, please, can you be polite?"

"We are old friends after all."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the shelf next to him and picked up a towel.

"Xie Te, give me a pleasure and ask you directly the question you want to ask. I promise to tell you the truth."

Seeing Ethan's actions, Quentin shook his head wildly and said anxiously.

Ethan raised his eyebrows at him, then said with a smile:

"Then how do I know if you will lie to me? You were tired after running in the woods for so long. Let me wash your face."

Under Ethan's command, Jabber and Johnny held down Quentin's head.

Ethan poured out the water from the mineral water bottle, wet the towel on his hand, and said to Quentin:

"You chase me for a few streets with a gun, and I wash your face. I'm so kind to you. You must be grateful as a person."

"don't want."

"Don't do this."

"I promise not to lie. I will tell you everything you ask me."

Quentin tried desperately to move his head, but was held down by Jabber and Johnny and couldn't move.

Ethan didn't waste any more words, covered his face with a wet towel, and then took the mineral water prepared in advance from the shelf next to him.

He held a bottle of water in each hand and poured it on Quentin's towel-covered face.

As the mineral water continued to be poured on him, Quentin soon began to struggle violently, his hands and feet rubbing wildly, and his whole body tensing up.

After emptying the water bottle, Ethan lifted the towel away.

Quentin coughed violently, choking on water from his mouth and nose, and said painfully:

"Shet, ask me and I'll tell you anything."

"Wait a minute, I haven't washed it yet." Ethan threw up the wet towel again.

After repeating this three times, Quentin had choked out blood, the towel turned red, his crotch was soaked, and there was a smell of urine.

Jia Bo frowned and said, "Is it almost done?"

Ethan nodded, lifted the towel away, and asked Quentin, who was already in a daze:

"Where is Brantley?"

Quentin turned his head, coughed a few times, and said feebly:

"I didn't know. He usually lives in a modified truck and travels around the country."

Ethan gritted his teeth. At this time, Quentin only wanted to be happy.

Few people can withstand waterboarding to extract a confession, and he will not lie to others.

Jabo asked, "Is there any way to contact him?"

Quentin's eyes were bloodshot, and his lips trembled as he said:

"We all have one-way contact and use disposable phones, so you can't even think of contacting him."

"Please, give me a break."

Ethan kicked the empty bottle off the ground. He thought he would be able to find out Brantley's whereabouts directly, but he didn't expect that guy to act so cautiously.

In this case, there was nothing he could do.

Looking at Jiabo, Jiabo also opened his hands to show that he was helpless.

Ethan had no choice but to knock Quentin unconscious with one punch, then untie the rope that tied Quentin to the table and lift him up.

"I'm going to take care of him. That's it for now."

At this time, the Savoy Gentlemen's Club

In the back office, Proctor was teaching Rebecca how to read financial statements, and the intercom next to her desk rang.

"Boss, Mr. Rancid wants to see you."

Proctor thought for a while, put down the report, and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Let him in."

"OK."

Proctor put down the walkie-talkie and looked up at Rebecca.

Rebecca nodded, sat on the sofa next to her, and picked up the newspaper.

There was a knock on the door and security from the Savoy Gentlemen's Club opened it and let Alex in.

After his men closed the door, Proctor asked with interest:

"Please sit down, Alex Langcid, what do you want from me?"

Alex took off his hat, hesitated for a moment, pulled out his chair and sat down.

He did not speak, but looked at Rebecca sitting aside, who smiled sweetly at him.

Alex turned back, rubbed the hat in his hand, and glanced at Proctor.

Proctor crossed his legs and said:

"It doesn't matter. You can say whatever you want in front of her. She is my niece. You know that, after all, you caught her, right?"

Alex gritted his teeth, coughed, and said expressionlessly:

"George Hunter wanted to unseat me as chief."

As soon as these words came out, Proctor instantly understood his purpose. He was asking for help.

Proctor stood up and walked to the side, thinking in his heart at the same time, and quickly made up his mind.

He picked up the wine bottle and two glasses, put them on the table and poured them with his own hands.

"You keep talking, I'm listening."

Alex's face was a little confused. He didn't believe that Proctor didn't understand what he meant.

He glanced aside again. Rebecca was concentrating on reading the newspaper and seemed not to notice their conversation.

He held up the armrest, changed his sitting position, and said with difficulty:

"George Hunter has rallied a group of people and he has enough votes to vote me out the next time the commissioners meet."

Proctor pursed his lips and nodded, then picked up the glass.

"This bourbon tastes good. Try it."

When Alex picked up the glass, Proctor continued: "According to what you said, my friend, it seems that you are in trouble."

Alex took a hard sip of the wine. At this time, he didn't pay attention to the taste of the wine in the glass.

Although I have made up my mind, everything seems so difficult.

After taking a sip of wine, he decided to completely put aside his face, stared at Proctor and said:

"If Hunter becomes the chief, you will have to say goodbye to everything in the new casino. George Hunter is an old school and there is no way he will let you get close to the new casino."

Proctor smiled. "If I remember correctly, it seems you said the same thing."