My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The purpose of coming here tonight has been achieved, and Ethan relaxed.

Thompson saw that Nola really wanted to attack the chief's position, so he braced himself for it.

As a member of the Langcid family, Nora had a natural advantage in succeeding as chief.

Moreover, after helping Nora ascend to the throne, the position of standing committee member will be his own. Needless to say, there will be no more power, and the benefits will also be indispensable.

He thought for a moment and said to Nora:

“People who have supported Alex in the past, I can reach out to.”

“But after Alex disappeared, George kept jumping up and down, and he attracted many people, just waiting for the Tribal Council meeting to be held this week.

"Now he has the advantage. If you want to be the chief, you still need to think of something."

"Just this week?"

Nola turned the Glock in her hand twice and said with a murderous expression: "You tell me the address, and I will go and get rid of him tonight."

For George Hunter, a person who has always coveted the position of chief of his family, according to Nora's character, he will only directly eliminate him physically.

Thompson was stunned for a moment, not expecting Nora to be so murderous.

Ethan coughed lightly: "Mr. Thompson, in the past two days, please help contact the people who supported Alex in the past and take us to have a talk."

"Let's see if there are enough votes first. If there are not enough votes, we will find a way."

There is no need to kill people when they come up, that is just the last step.

Fighting for class and position is not an easy task, especially when huge interests are involved. It is often accompanied by countless conspiracies and bloodshed.

He is not good at intrigues.

If there are not enough votes by then, the only option is to adopt the second method, which he is very good at.

This time he was helping Nora get back what belonged to her, and he could also gain huge benefits. He had already done the psychological construction.

Thompson looked at the murderous looks of the two people opposite him, and immediately began to mourn for George. The members of the Roncid family were more ruthless than the other, and he was destined to have no chance of sitting on the position of chief.

Just as Ethan was heading to Thompson's residence, the Savoy Gentlemen's Club, Rebecca was sitting on a large office chair, imitating Proctor, flipping through the documents in her hands.

Since she last proved her loyalty with practical actions, Proctor, after being released from prison, quickly handed over part of his business to Rebecca.

After all, he has so many things to worry about now and needs someone to share some things with him.

The Savoy Gentlemen's Club is the job that Proctor gave to Rebecca. When he was away, Rebecca was responsible for the daily running of the club.

While studying financial statements, she moved the mouse and looked at the computer screen.

Proctor is inside the club, equipped with more than a dozen hidden cameras, monitoring the activities of the entire club.

Through more than a dozen split screens on the screen, you can grasp every move in most places inside.

Rebecca zoomed in on one of the screens and narrowed her eyes.

In the stripper dressing room, two security guards were chatting animatedly with several strippers, making them laugh.

Rebecca closed the report expressionlessly, took something out of the drawer, got up and walked out.

When we got to the locker room, the laughter inside was even louder, something that would never have happened when Proctor or Borden were at the club.

In Rebecca's view, this was undoubtedly a provocation to herself.

She walked behind those people, followed Proctor's example, and looked at them quietly.

Soon a stripper spotted Rebecca with a bad expression in the dressing mirror. She quickly picked up the wig and dressed up in front of the dressing mirror.

Several other strippers also sat back on their chairs and put on their makeup.

However, there were still one or two people who secretly cast disdainful glances.

The atmosphere at the scene became quiet, and Rebecca looked at the two security personnel who came to the locker room with a cold face:

"Did I pay you guys to come over and hook up with the strippers?"

The shorter one quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, we are just bored, let's leave now."

The tall security guard saw that the stripper stopped paying attention to them and watched the duck cooked tonight fly away. He was dragged out by his colleagues and said with an unhappy face:

"What are you afraid of? She is just one of Proctor's bitches."

Without saying a word, Rebecca swung her right hand hard, and the telescopic swing stick in her hand immediately stretched out.

She strode forward and shouted:

"Hey, look at this."

The tall security guard turned around and saw a black shadow coming towards him.

"puff."

He was hit on the head with a swing stick, making a muffled sound.

The security guard staggered back and was quickly knocked to the ground by Rebecca with several sticks.

The strippers in the dressing room all stopped what they were doing and looked at Rebecca in horror.

"Stand still for me."

Rebecca pointed her stick at the short security guard who came over to stop him, with a fierce look in her eyes.

The short security guard took two steps back and raised his hands.

Rebecca poked the face of the man lying on the ground with the stick, looked at his painful face and said: "Now it seems that you are my Bichi."

The tall security guard cursed angrily: "Fakeyu, Bichi."

Now was the moment to establish her authority. Rebecca made a decisive decision and swung the stick with all her strength.

The stick whizzed down, making a cracking sound.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound, and the bones were instantly broken.

"Ahhhh."

The security guard screamed and rolled on the ground holding his severed arm.

The moment the stick fell, several strippers trembled inwardly and hurriedly picked up their makeup pens, not daring to look any further.

Rebecca was very satisfied with her masterpiece. She looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

She pointed the stick at the short security guard and said sternly:

"Throw this Bichi out. I don't want to see him here again."

The short security guard nodded hurriedly and dragged the man lying on the ground outside. The remaining strippers also hurriedly put on their makeup and left the dressing room.

Rebecca put away the swinging stick, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she enjoyed this unerring sense of control.

Walking out of the locker room, it was a feasting scene outside.

Under her planning, the uniforms of the Savoy Gentlemen's Club became more colorful and business was much better than before.

She walked to the bar, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and walked out the back door.

It was quiet outside, as if we were back at an Amish gathering place again.

Rebecca shook her head and threw the past things behind her. She took a long drag on the cigarette to suppress the excitement of beating someone just now.

When I was halfway through taking a breath, I heard footsteps next to me.

She paid no attention to the fact that occasionally a tired stripper would come to the back door to smoke a cigarette and catch her breath.

The next moment, footsteps approached quickly.

A broad palm suddenly pressed her forehead, and a huge machete was placed on Rebecca's neck.