My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Thompson slowly took a hookah from the side and stuffed tobacco into the pipe:

"Later, your father was seriously ill, and we found that Proctor was no longer under his control. His growing ambitions would not be reconciled to a few points of shares in the slot machine."

"We learned about the agreement between Proctor and your father through our own channels. After the new casino is completed, he will obtain five points of equity in the entire casino, as well as some other benefits."

"As for that share alone, we don't take it seriously."

"After all, Proctor has done a lot of things, and the shares transferred are from your family's share. We have no control over this."

Thompson lit the tobacco with a lighter and continued:

"But everyone knows what Proctor's real business is, and we also found that he was using casino channels to launder the dirty money he earned from selling pills."

Noila's face changed and she said quickly:

"This is intolerable and hurts the very foundation of our tribe."

"That's right."

Thompson took a drag on his pipe:

"The entire Chino tribe will not have a good life if they are targeted by federal agencies."

Nora wasn't stupid, that explained everything.

This is also why the Rancid family has made such a great contribution to the Chino tribe. Just after his father died, Alex was targeted, and the tribal council did not miss the old relationship at all.

Nora gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: "Is this why you guys joined forces to remove Alex from power?"

Thompson looked at Ethan. It was obvious that his relationship with Nora was not simple, and he didn’t care to tell this information that was not known to outsiders:

"Kid, don't blame us."

"As long as Alex loses his rights, even if the two of them complete the equity transaction, we will still have a way to curb the continuous influx of independent money from Proctor."

Thompson chewed on his pipe and said heavily, "This is all for the tribe."

Ethan also took out a cigarette and opened the lighter cover:

"It's just that you failed."

"That's right." Thompson took a puff of his pipe unconvinced: "Under Proctor's intimidation, many committee members gave in, so the proposal to remove Alex was rejected."

"What happened next? How did you and my brother get together?"

Nora originally looked down on Thompson, thinking that he was a repetitive villain who wanted to attack her brother just after her father died, but after knowing his original intention, her expression softened.

"Later, George Hunter and I had a disagreement." Thompson brushed off the ashes:

"If Alex was deposed at that time, the chief would belong to George. As a result, he lost so miserably that he became resentful and wholeheartedly opposed your brother."

"And I think Alex is also forced to have no choice. This child looks very strong on the outside, but on the inside he is..."

Thompson glanced at Nora: "In short, I want to stand with him, let him know that he is not fighting alone, and give him more courage to resist Proctor."

"We did wait for the opportunity. I still remember that night, Alex called me very excitedly and said that we had reached a cooperation with the Banshee Town Police Department to send Proctor to prison together."

"Unexpectedly, he disappeared not long after that."

After finishing speaking, Thompson fell into silence and stared blankly at the pipe on the table.

In addition to regret, there was also a hint of panic in his eyes.

Although Nola used the provocation method just now, looking at Thompson, he was indeed a little frightened.

No different than ordinary tribesmen, as a committee member, he always has an income of hundreds of thousands a year. With a wife and children in his arms, why bother fighting a madman.

However, this had little impact. Ethan and Nora never thought of bringing in these pampered committee members to confront Proctor from the beginning to the end.

Ethan winked at Nora, Nora cleared her throat and said loudly:

"I want to be a chief."

Thompson stopped in his daze and came to his senses: "What did you say?"

Nora looked serious and said seriously: "I, Nora Langcid, want to be the chief."

Thompson pursed his lips, but still couldn't believe what he heard. The man in front of him, who never came back every year, actually said he wanted to be the chief:

"Why?"

"Because I am Langside. For more than two hundred years, the chief of the Chino tribe has been Langside. After that, the chief of the Chino tribe must also be a Langside."

Nora’s eyes were firm and she continued with an undeniable tone:

"You help me, and you will be the standing committee member from now on."

"If you don't help me, you will sit in this seat forever."

Nora grabbed the two guns placed on the table and pointed them at Thompson: "Although you didn't say it just now, I know what you mean. Yes, Alex's character is very cowardly."

"But I'm not Alex, I'm Nora Langcid. Be my enemy or my friend, it's your choice."

Ethan put one foot on the table and looked at Thompson with a smile.

Facing the two guns pointed at him, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Thompson's forehead, and then the corners of his mouth slowly raised:

"Your father is right, you are the most like him."

"If Alex had your ruthlessness, he wouldn't die."

"I will help you. I am also very interested in George's location."

Faced with coercion and inducement, Thompson quickly made a decision. He stood up and high-fived Nora.

From the moment he knew that he had been scared out of his wits, Ethan was sure that Thompson would definitely choose to cooperate with them. People who have no persistence in their hearts are the easiest to be forced to retreat from their psychological defenses.

Besides, Thompson is also Alex's person, so he won't have much resistance to standing with Nora.

After Thompson and Nora high-fived, they sat down.

He wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and said to Nora: “You have found a good helper.”

Ethan smiled and spread his hands.

"How did you know I had a weapon hidden under the table?" Thompson asked with interest.

Ethan shrugged, "It's just a professional habit."

Since Nora took out the gun, Thompson's eyes moved to the table from time to time. There was nothing on the table, and there must be a mystery underneath.

Especially when he was staring at the pipe in a daze, his body was always tense.

They are all old foxes, and no one is a vegetarian.

Scared out of fear, everyone wants to struggle when faced with a desperate situation.

"Don't worry, I'm not preparing this for you." Thompson shook his head: "Since I was almost kidnapped last time, I have placed weapons in convenient places at home."

“I have high-fived Nora and pledged our oath, you can rest assured.”

Ethan looked at Nora, and Nora nodded.

He then took back his foot that was on the table. If Thompson had dared to make any unnecessary movements just now, he would have kicked him over and Thompson would have absolutely no chance to get the gun.