My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"Hood." Carly looked at the people getting closer and closer and said worriedly:

"Did you find the wrong one? Maybe we should leave."

Hood's eyes glanced around: "That's right, relax, it's okay."

If he doesn't make some noise now, he won't see Feiao at all, so he decided to play with these people.

When the flat-headed brother saw that he looked confident, he raised the corner of his mouth and punched him.

The people around seemed to have heard the starting gun and started to take action.

Ethan remained alert and looked at the two people standing beside him from the corner of his eye.

As soon as Brother Flathead moved his hands, the two people rushed towards him.

He quickly lowered his body, dodged the roaring fists, retreated sharply, and dodged behind the two of them with lightning speed.

At the same time, two hands rushed forward, grabbed their collars, and swung them back hard.

The two men immediately flew into the air and crashed into the wall behind them.

Screams rang out as they banged against the wall and fell to the ground.

This is to look for people, not to hurt them.

Ethan stopped at that point and did not continue to step forward to add two more kicks.

Carly struggled with the person next to her for several rounds. After receiving two punches, she knocked the person to the ground, and then locked him tightly with a crossbar.

"Bang."

Hood's two fists were hard to beat with four hands. After parrying repeatedly, Hood was kicked to the center of his chest.

"Farke."

He growled, rolled on the ground, quickly stood up and rushed forward again.

At this time, Ethan also rushed forward and faced Brother Flathead.

The flat-headed brother took advantage of his long legs and stretched out his feet to kick.

Ethan ducked sideways, grabbed his leg, and pulled hard.

"ah!"

With a scream, the flat-headed brother made a big split with one foot in front and one behind.

The pain is so painful that it penetrates my bones.

Ethan stepped forward, put one hand on the back of his head, and slammed out the other hand.

The flat-headed brother looked at the fist that hit his face. He broke into a cold sweat and closed his eyes tightly.

Unexpectedly, when the strong wind touched the tip of my nose, it stopped.

He quickly opened his eyes, looked at the fist joints in front of him, and swallowed nervously.

Ethan grinned and lifted him up:

"We just want to find Feiao and don't want to get into trouble, okay?"

Brother Flathead nodded quickly.

"Everyone stop."

At this time, a powerful shout came from behind.

Ethan turned around, and right where they had just come in, there were four old men who were playing mahjong just now, each with a mini submachine gun pointed at them, their faces full of murderous intent.

He quickly turned around and used his arms to hold Brother Flathead in front of him.

As soon as Hood put a man to the ground, he heard loud shouts. When he saw four grumpy old men holding submachine guns, he quickly raised his hands.

Carly, who was lying on the ground, also let go of her long legs at this time. The person controlled by her coughed twice, with a trace of lingering expression on his face.

When they saw the people fighting in the backyard, they stopped, and the old men lowered their guns.

The old man who stopped them just now smoothed his gray beard and said to the flat-headed brother with a cold face: "A whole group of people can't beat the three of them, so I pounced on the street boy and took him to see the fat boy." Oh, don't stop me from playing cards."

"Yes, Uncle Hui."

The flat-headed brother looked embarrassed and nodded quickly.

Hood and Carly looked at Ethan who was hiding behind Brother Flathead. They now knew that Ethan could understand these Chinese words.

Ethan let go of the flat-headed brother, patted his shoulder, and said to Hood:

"Good news, we can go see Feiao."

The flat-headed brother adjusted his leather jacket. He knew that Ethan had been merciful just now, so he smiled at him, and then led the way up the iron stairs to the second floor.

Hood and Carly dusted themselves off and quickly followed.

Go to the second floor and go through a small aisle.

When Brother Flathead pushed open the door, there was a loud noise of mahjong collisions coming from inside.

There is a cave on the second floor, and there are more than a dozen card tables in the hall.

All the tables were filled with people, including Chinese, Westerners, and even a few third brothers.

Mahjong, Pai Gow, Sangong, etc., all kinds of games are available, and the gambling stalls are small but well-equipped.

There was a no-smoking sign posted on the wall, but everyone turned a blind eye to it, chewing cigarettes and eating bump sticks, and the fight was in full swing.

Follow Brother Flathead and walk inside, arriving at a small reception room.

The reception room was decorated in an antique style, with a master's chair, calligraphy and paintings, several pieces of porcelain on the ancient shelf next to it, and a tea table in the middle.

They come, the security.

Ethan walked to a seat near the corner and sat down. After a while, under the arrangement of Brother Flathead, a girl with long black hair in a cheongsam came and made Kung Fu tea for them.

Brother Flathead nodded to Ethan: "Faiao will be back in ten minutes, you guys have some tea first."

"OK, thanks."

Ethan watched the teacup in front of him being filled with tea leaves by a pair of slender jade hands. He quickly bent his fingers and began to drink tea under the surprised gaze of the cheongsam beauty.

He hadn't had tea for a long time, and when he smelled the aroma of tea, he calmed down.

In the eyes of Hood and Carly, Ethan had become a Chinese expert, and they quickly imitated his example, making a loud bang on the countertop, causing the tea-making girl to cover her mouth and snicker.

Not long after waiting, the light at the door dimmed, and a plump man about forty years old appeared at the door.

Next to him, there were also two men with tough temperaments.

This Da Laohei is wearing a dark red Tang suit. Unlike other Da Laohei who likes to hang big gold chains, there is a long string of jade beads hanging on his chest.

His dark beard was tied into a bunch on his chin, and there were also several thick black beads hanging on it.

He wore a wide-brimmed felt hat on his round face, and a few long dreadlocks sprouted from the side.

A pair of small eyes were extremely sharp, looking back and forth at them.

Hood stood up and walked towards him.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the big boss Hei asked with a cold face:

"I am Feiao, who the hell are you?"

Hood blinked: "Are you kidding me?"

"Do I look like someone who is joking with you?" Feiao lowered his face and stared at Hood.

He waved his palm, and the two people next to him took a step forward and reached for their waists.

"You're so fat that you look like two people joking with me."

Hood didn't pay attention to those two people at all. He looked at Feiao's fat figure and said with disgust.

The corner of Feiao's mouth raised, and he burst into laughter: "God, this didn't even scare you."

"It's been a long time since I last saw you. I thought you were dead."

Feiao smiled and stretched out his hand to push away the two men standing in front, hugged Hood, and patted him hard on the back several times.

"Same, I thought you were dead too."

Hood also smiled and patted him fiercely.

Seeing that they were joking, Carly, who was nervous, breathed a sigh of relief.

Unlike Ethan, he had already calmly helped the girl pour the tea and looked at the palm prints.

Thanks to Love O Story brother for the reward, thank you