My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Let's begin." After Sanchez moved his body, he put his hands into a posture and approached Ethan with small steps.

Ethan punched him in the head several times, but Sanchez lowered his head and easily dodged it.

After Sanchez dodged the fist, a sharp whip hit Ethan's thigh like lightning. He couldn't avoid it, and his thigh suddenly felt like being hit hard with a hammer, causing excruciating pain.

Immediately afterwards, a barrage of fists came at him with strong wind. Ethan could only protect his head with both hands and dodge quickly. In a panic, he was punched in the face.

Ethan suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and hurriedly took a few steps back, leaning against the cage net.

"Even at your level, you dare to fight me."

Sanchez roared and rushed forward, grabbed Ethan's neck with one hand and pressed him against the Octagon net.

The crowd around him shouted in confusion, and many beautiful ladies closed their eyes, unable to bear to see what was about to happen to Ethan.

Sanchez smiled grimly, clenched his other hand into a fist, and fired like arrows.

Ethan parried again and again, and in the flash of lightning, he pointed a knife and stabbed Sanchez's armpit hard.

Sanchez let out a cry of pain and released the hand that controlled Ethan. Ethan took the opportunity to tilt his head back slightly and slammed forward.

A ferocious headbutt landed squarely on the target. With a sour sound, the bridge of Sanchez's nose collapsed instantly, and the nosebleeds continued to flow downwards.

"M-FXXK, what are you doing?" Sanchez covered his nose and blood flowed from between his fingers.

"Fake, do you think you and I are playing UFC?"

Ethan flew forward, hugged Sanchez's waist, lowered his head and rushed forward. With a loud noise, the two fell from the ring together, knocking over several tables, and the crowd of onlookers retreated like a tide, leaving Make a clearing.

Siobhan worriedly held the baton in his hand and looked at Hood, "Why don't we go up and help?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't seem to be a big problem." Hood clenched his fists and was eager to try. After coming out of prison, he hadn't fought like this for a long time.

After falling to the ground, Ethan immediately struggled to grab the wine bottle on the ground, and swung it hard at Sanchez's bald head. He only heard a "clang" sound. The bottle was not smashed as he expected, but instead It was to take off his hands and fly to the side.

Sanchez endured the severe pain, roared, quickly turned over and threw Ethan down, straddled him, and rained down fists.

After taking a few blows, Ethan was dizzy. Feeling that something was not good, he freed his left hand that was blocking and punched Sanchez in the face. Then he aimed at Sanchez's crotch, stretched out his left hand like lightning, and punched Sanchez with all his strength. A tug.

Sanchez immediately stretched his neck, veins popped out on his forehead, and his mouth opened wide. He let out two oohs and then curled up and fell to the side. With a tug, even the strongest man would be instantly killed.

Ethan wiped the blood on his face, seized the opportunity, gritted his teeth and crawled over quickly. He hugged Sanchez's arm, pressed his legs on Sanchez's neck and used a crossbar. With a strong force, he issued a "click" command. There was a sour crunching sound, and Sanchez's arm was violently broken.

Sanchez roared in pain, tears bursting from his eyes, and kept tapping the ground with his other hand.

"You idiot, do you still think you're playing a game? Did I ask you to surrender?"

"You like to play with women, right? You like to hit women, right? Using champagne bottles, right?"

Ethan spit out a mouthful of blood and then rode on Sanchez. Under the bright lights of the casino, the onlookers covered their mouths with their hands in horror, watching Ethan raise his arms and punch him one after another. Sanchez's face.

"That's enough, Ethan, you're going to beat him to death." Siobhan and Hood hurried over and pulled Ethan away.

Sanchez was lying on the ground with blood on his face and completely lost his ability to resist.

Ethan helped Siobhan stand up and grinned. The pain made him gasp. The punches of professional players were not that easy to bear.

Fortunately, his body has improved, otherwise he would have been beaten down long ago.

After Ethan calmed down for a while, he buckled his duty belt back around his waist, then grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the ice bucket on the table next to him and applied it to his face, "Siobhan, take this garbage back to the police station. BOSS, I think I need to go get a drink.”

"No problem, I'll go with you."

Hood patted Ethan on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, this guy looked so gentle and gentle, but he was so cruel. Sanchez would not be able to get out of the hospital for several months.

Candy was supposed to be the referee in tonight's exhibition match, but now for obvious reasons, the match was suspended, and he followed Hood's car back to the bar.

He took the candy and handed him a towel wrapped in ice cubes, pressed it to his face, and immediately felt much better.

"Candy, give me vodka this time, pure, without ice."

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital for a checkup? You look terrible." Candy poured wine for him and Hood.

"No need, it's just a skin injury, just take a rest and it'll be fine."

Ethan picked up the wine glass with trembling hands and drank it in one gulp, the wine burning down his throat like fire.

"Why are you doing this? You know, you can choose to let me do it." Hood played with the wine glass.

Ethan let out a long breath of alcohol, "I think that girl is so miserable, and I want to do something for her. At least Sanchez can't do that to women anymore."

After drinking a few glasses of strong wine, Ethan felt that his whole body had relaxed.

"By the way, after you dispose of the gold watch, give me a portion of the money."

Ethan picked up the towel next to him and carefully wiped the blood on his face.

"What gold watch?" Hood's hand paused for a moment, then he picked up the wine glass and drank slowly as if nothing had happened.

"Sanchez's gold watch is in your trouser pocket, isn't it? Don't be nervous, I don't care about this kind of thing, just share it with me."

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly became quiet, Hood drank quietly, and Candy wiped the counter with a towel.

At this time, the sound of brakes coming from outside the house broke the peace of the scene.

After a moment, the door was pushed open, and Proctor walked in angrily, standing at the door and looking at them.

"Kay, do you need something to drink?" Candy tried to lighten the mood.

Proctor ignored him and looked at Hood.

"You know what? Chief Hood, you caused a lot of people to lose a lot of money tonight."

"You caused me to lose a lot of money!" Proctor's tone continued to increase.

"Why don't you tell Sanchez? He did it, didn't he?" Hood was true to his word, stood up and walked to Proctor.

"I didn't say you can't arrest him, I just asked you to postpone it for one day."

Proctor paused. "There are some things you don't know. I have a very good relationship with your previous police chiefs. I don't like this tacit understanding to be broken."

"It's a pity that we don't have this kind of tacit understanding. And, Mr. Proctor, what makes you think you can come here at night and tell me what the police chief should and shouldn't do?"

Proctor didn't expect such a violent reaction from Hood, but he didn't care. He smiled and ignored Hood, and walked to the bar. Candy took half a step back nervously.

"Mr. Proctor, if you don't mind, we would like to continue drinking." Ethan raised his glass.

Proctor looked at the wounds on Ethan's face and tapped his fingers on the bar a few times. "Forget it, I think you guys are pretty good. I hope such unpleasant things won't happen again in the future."