My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Faced with Gordon's hateful punch, Hood had no defense at all.

When his fist fell, Hood's gums suddenly became fishy, ​​his vision went dark, and he took a few steps back.

Gordon then rushed forward, pushed him to the ground, and waved his fists wildly.

After taking a few blows, Hood regained his strength and lifted Gordon away with all his strength.

He climbed up, gritted his teeth and grabbed Gordon's hair, and punched him with his right hand.

Gordon was already very drunk, and after a few activities, he had no physical strength. He was punched hard in the face by Hood and fell to the ground.

Hood wanted to punch again, but saw Gordon curled up on the ground in pain, gasping for breath, put his fist away, and cursed angrily:

"Farke."

Hood took a few steps back and forth angrily, then stepped forward and extended his arm to Gordon.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

"You piece of trash."

Gordon rested for a while and regained some strength. He roared and slapped away Hood's arm, suddenly rose from the ground, hugged Hood's waist and rushed forward.

The two people retreated quickly and hit the wall with a bang.

The back of his head was knocked, and a sharp pain came. Hood cursed angrily, and no longer held back his hand. He raised his elbow high and struck hard.

"ah."

Gordon was hit hard on the back and fell to the ground with a scream.

Hood didn't stop, kicking Gordon over with one kick, then riding on top of him, and raining down fists.

Ethan pushed open the door and saw Hood holding Gordon down, punching him hard.

"Stop, stop fighting."

He quickly rushed over and grabbed Hood.

After several efforts, Hood released his grip on Gordon and was carried to the side of the room by Ethan.

"Shet."

Hood took two steps back and straightened his messy clothes.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Gordon fiercely, "Do you want another round?"

Ethan stood between the two of them and asked Gordon:

"Are you okay?"

Gordon was lying on the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly. After taking a few deep breaths, he finally regained his strength.

He turned his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, then struggled to sit up.

Ethan wanted to help him, but was slapped away.

Gordon picked up the mobile phone placed on the table aside and took a look at it, then staggered out of the room with his coat.

Ethan turned around and said helplessly to Hood: "Walter, now is not a good time to offend the mayor."

Hood clenched his hands and growled angrily:

"That's my woman."

"Fuck Fuck, that's my woman."

Originally, he didn't intend to have a conflict with Gordon, but he didn't expect that Gordon would punch him instead. Those punches knocked out the resentment in his heart.

Ethan didn't know what to say. To Hood, his beloved woman became someone else's wife, and his daughter called someone else's father, all of which seemed extremely aggrieved.

For Gordon, his wife of more than ten years is the daughter of a criminal gang leader.

His wife and Hu De were unclear, and they would rather abandon their children than risk their lives to save them.

As a former district attorney, while his wife is squatting in jail, it all seems so ridiculous.

Ethan sighed, both of them needed to vent their emotions, maybe have a fight.

He patted Hood on the shoulder and walked out of the room.

An hour later, the fast-moving Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Savoyard Gentlemen's Club.

Proctor hurried into the club, Boden and Rebecca following closely behind him.

The club was quiet, except for a few waiters and security personnel who were cleaning, there was no one else.

Proctor's face became gloomier and his steps slowed down a bit.

Regarding this, he had actually expected it.

Ever since he learned that his men had failed to kidnap Chino Tribal Councilor Thompson and accidentally killed Kate Moody, he had expected revenge.

It's no secret to Hood that he has a close relationship with Kate.

Although he was not happy to see Kate being killed, since it had already happened, he could only accept it calmly and could not take it out on three dead people.

I just didn't expect Hood's actions to come so quickly, and he would sweep his club away the next day.

At a table next to the dance floor, several security guards in black suits sat.

The leader among them saw Proctor walking in and quickly put down the beer bottle and stood up.

"Mr. Proctor."

Several security personnel behind him also stood up and folded their hands in front of them.

"Sheamus, please tell me specifically what happened here."

Proctor stopped and looked at the tall man with beard in front of him with his lips pursed.

Sheamus rubbed his nose and said helplessly:

"Those people from the Banshee Town Police Department broke in and ruined everyone's fun."

"The girls were also taken away by the police. Without the girls, there would be no fun. The customers also left. That's basically the situation."

"There's nothing you can do about it, it's not your fault."

Proctor looked around. "There's not much you can do in a situation like this."

Sheamus nodded in agreement and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then please give me the arrest warrant." Proctor turned around and said calmly:

"I'll let the lawyers handle the rest."

"warrant?"

Sheamus blinked at him and asked in confusion.

"Yes, warrant."

Proctor noticed the confused look on Sheamus's face and his tone became colder.

"Mr. Sheamus, I don't think you are stupid enough to let the Banshee Police Department rush in without seeing the arrest warrant, take away my girls, and shut down my business." ?”

A drop of cold sweat broke out on Sheamus's forehead, and he stammered:

"They came right in through the front door. They are police officers. What can I do?"

Proctor's eyes turned cold, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, and punched him hard in the ribs.

"ah."

Sheamus seemed to hear a crisp sound, he screamed, and covered his waist with both hands.

"What can you do?"

Proctor raised his arms angrily and punched him in the face twice. The bridge of Sheamus' nose collapsed and his face was covered in blood.

"All you can do is take my money and do what I tell you to do and keep the club open instead of standing there like an idiot.

Proctor grabbed a fistful of his dark curls and reached for the heavy glass on the table next to him.

Several security personnel standing behind Sheamus saw this, and some took a step forward to stop him.

Proctor raised his head sharply, his cold gaze frightening the man to stop.

"boom."

The glass hit his skull and shattered instantly.

Proctor then let go of his hand, and Sheamus fell to the side, with blood streaming from his head and his body still twitching.

Rebecca took a few steps forward, took out a handkerchief from her satchel and handed it to Proctor.

He took the handkerchief and wrapped it around the hand that was holding the glass several times. The handkerchief turned red instantly.

Proctor took a few steps forward and walked to the remaining security personnel. They all lowered their gazes.