My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Brantley patted the ledger and said seriously:

"Of course not. You are not on my account, as long as the account is cleared."

Just when Hood breathed a sigh of relief, Brantley smiled and waved his hand: "But if you kill Quentin, you still have to learn the lesson."

"Be careful and don't kill him."

The latter sentence was addressed to Big Beard. Big Beard smiled ferociously. He adjusted his electric shock gloves and strode forward.

In Hood's painful eyes, the electric shock gloves punched him.

After Hood received five or six punches, his whole body twitched wildly, his head drooped, and he fainted completely.

The bearded man closed the electric shock glove and stretched out his fingers to explore Hood's neck: "Boss, he has passed out, but he is still alive."

"Just stay alive."

Brantley waved his hand indifferently and turned to look at Ethan: "Next, please entertain Mr. Morgan."

"It's my pleasure."

The bearded man was not satisfied yet, so he showed his white teeth and walked towards Ethan.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, letting the black suit wet his chest, and looked at the bearded man without fear.

But the bearded man didn't care. After his companion came to the other side, he slowly turned on the switches on the gloves one by one.

No matter how tough a man is, he can't hold on while wearing his electric shock gloves.

"Quarterback, do you want to make a bet on how many punches you can take without peeing your pants?"

"Is there any reward?"

Ethan's tone was calm and showed no fear at all, which surprised the bearded man. He turned back and smiled at the black suit;

"Looks like we've met a tough guy."

The bearded man gritted his teeth and mustered up the strength to punch back hard.

"Snapped."

In the shocked eyes of several of them, the bearded man's heavy fist was firmly held by Ethan, and his forearm was clamped tightly like a vise by a pair of big hands.

In the blink of an eye, the chair under Ethan disappeared without a trace.

As if he had seen a ghost, Brantley blinked a few times in disbelief, his eyes filled with confusion.

"Bang."

"ah!!!"

Ethan gave the bearded man a hard knee, and the pain from the explosion made him collapse instantly, and he didn't even have the strength to roll.

Violent screams rang out, bringing them back to their senses.

The black suit quickly touched the back of his waist, where a pistol was inserted.

Ethan rushed forward with a lunge, raised his hands high, and like magic, a sofa chair appeared in his hands.

"Bang."

The sofa chair fell with great force and hit the black suit hard.

When the chair became torn apart, the black suit was also smashed to the ground. Blood was pouring from his head, and the tank was directly hit by Ethan.

"Omaika, how did you do it?"

Brantley wielded his cane and clumsily tried to rush towards the desk, but was kicked by Ethan and pushed to the single sofa.

He looked horrified, unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

Ethan snatched the cane from his hand and stabbed it hard.

"ah!"

Brantley was sweating profusely. The cane pricked his palm and penetrated deeply into the armrest of the sofa. The high-end sofa leather was suddenly stained red with blood.

There was a Taser on the desk, which Ethan picked up easily.

He walked quickly to the black suit and kicked him over: "You like to use a Taser, right?"

"puff."

The sound of electric shocks sounded, and the black suit immediately sang along with it.

Ethan walked over again and stomped on his neck.

"Click."

The sound of a broken neck bone was heard, and the eyes in the black suit dimmed.

The bearded neck turned red, and he struggled to get up.

Ethan unceremoniously picked up the bucket on the side and splashed it on him shamelessly.

The arm wearing the electric shock glove was firmly grasped by Ethan, and the small light on it was still glowing green. There was a smile in the corner of Ethan's eyes:

"You like using stun gloves, right?"

"no, I do not like it."

The bearded man struggled desperately, but couldn't resist Ethan's strong power, and the electric shock gloves slowly moved underneath him.

In his desperate eyes, the gloves fell heavily.

He instantly transformed into a giant shrimp, trembling crazily.

Ethan grabbed his arm and punched him a few more times, and the bearded man passed out easily.

"Mr. Brantley, it's your turn."

Ethan stood up slowly and looked at Plantley, who was trying to pull out the cane, with cold eyes.

"God, what are you?"

Brantley couldn't take out the cane even after several pulls. He shouted excitedly to Ethan regardless of the cold sweat on his face.

In less than a minute, he went from a superior controller to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Ethan's method of breaking free from restraints, the chair that disappeared out of thin air and suddenly appeared in his hand, all these were beyond his understanding, and he had no idea what kind of creature he was facing.

"Please, don't you believe in God?"

Ethan reached out and pulled out the cane stuck in the armrest.

"Shet, what are you?"

Brantley screamed in pain and was covered in cold sweat. Ethan used his cane to lift his non-existent chin, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Have you ever heard of Superman?" The corners of Ethan's mouth turned up.

Brantley nodded quickly. If he died at the hands of aliens, it wouldn't be a loss.

"That's good, it has nothing to do with him."

"puff."

Ethan thrust his arm hard, and the cane pierced the trachea, broke the cervical vertebrae, and even penetrated the back of the sofa behind him.

With his full thrust, Brantley was crucified to death on the sofa with the cane.

Ethan let go of his hand, the delicate cane still trembling slightly.

"The debt between us has been settled."

Ethan smiled and nodded to him.

The light in Brantley's eyes disappeared, and he remained confused until his death.

After taking care of all three people, he quickly walked behind the desk, where a Beretta double-barreled shotgun was placed on the cabinet.

The wooden stock is shiny and delicate, and the gun body is covered with beautifully patterned sequins. The whole gun looks like a handicraft.

Ethan couldn't put it down immediately and lowered the barrel of the gun. Two rounds of shotguns were already loaded inside.

There were a lot of the same ammunition in his space, so he stopped looking for bullets and found a dagger and walked towards Hood.

His head was drooping and he was still in a coma. The wave of electric shock just now shocked him so much.

Although he couldn't bear it just now, Ethan still waited until the time was right before taking action.

The secret of the space he carries cannot be revealed to anyone. If it is not a life and death crisis, he will not expose this secret in front of others. Anyone who sees it must clean up the consequences.

It's better for Hood to be knocked unconscious than to die.

After Ethan used a dagger to cut off the tie on his body, he walked up to the bearded man again, with the muzzle of the double-barreled shotgun hanging down.

"Bang."

A ball of fire burst out.

The men in black suits also followed the same example, and all took one more shot.

After lowering the barrel of the gun, the empty shell ejected, and then reloading the gun, he pushed open the wooden door at the back and walked out.