My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Ethan nodded, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth.

Flynn sneered and turned to look at Rivera: "In my opinion, your girlfriend thinks I'm annoying."

"You don't even want to deal with people like me. You think I'm too rude, right?"

After speaking, he looked at Rivera's chest, then suddenly stretched out his hand, held her hand on the table, and gently rubbed the back of her hand:

"You have a big misunderstanding of people like me. I can also be a gentleman."

"If you don't believe it, I can let you see it."

Rivera withdrew her hand, slowly put down the wine glass, and shook her head at Ethan: "No, it's not worth it."

"Yes, listen to her."

Flynn turned around angrily, grabbed a handful of his hair, and said sincerely to Ethan: "Don't do it, you are not that kind of person."

"Trust me, I know what a bad guy looks like."

Ethan threw down the napkin, turned to face him, and asked calmly: "Please tell me, what does the bad guy look like?"

Flynn's mouth squirmed and he rubbed his chin with his palm.

The atmosphere at the scene became quiet.

"Snapped."

At this moment, the man who had just led the team in quickly walked forward and slapped Flynn's shoulders heavily with both hands:

"You leave him alone."

The white, middle-aged man with slightly bald hair rubbed Flynn's shoulders vigorously with a smile on his face: "He has no ill intentions, he just likes to scare tourists."

After he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze.

From his angle, he could clearly see that Ethan was wearing a rib holster under his jacket.

A revolver with a long barrel and a Glock appeared in front of him.

The scene continued to become quiet.

Ethan looked at the silver-haired aunt at the bar and the guests at several tables nearby, feeling a little hesitant.

At this moment, Rivera spoke again:

"Calm down, it's not worth it."

The bald man also narrowed his eyes and grabbed Flynn's neck: "I'm sorry to this lady right now."

Their three accomplices sitting behind the bar noticed something was wrong and quickly stood up.

A burly figure, thick arms and round waist, who looks like a trumpet O'Neal.

A long-legged, dark-haired woman with a royal-sister look, and finally the one who had been slapped by Flynn just now.

"Farke, I don't want it."

Flynn frowned, raised his hand, nodded his forehead slowly, and stared at Ethan: "If you have the ability to fight here, I don't believe you have the courage."

"If you don't carry a gun, you're called a tough guy."

"go away."

Seeing Ethan's indifferent eyes, the bald man's heart skipped a beat. He grabbed Flynn and threw him to the ground: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for him."

"This is just a minor conflict, there is no need to use guns."

"This meal is mine. Let's leave now, okay?"

"Of course, thank you." Rivera nodded and said to the bald man.

The other party did not know that Ethan had a gun at first, so he came over to dissuade him. He also did not want to make the matter worse, so Rivera decisively accepted the kindness.

The bald man looked at Ethan, slowly took out a few crumpled coins from his pocket and placed them on the table:

"Is everything okay between us?"

"Yeah." Ethan nodded.

The bald man smiled and raised his hands to show that he meant no harm, then grabbed Flynn and turned away.

Several people traveling with him glanced at Ethan and then left.

When the group of them walked to the back door, Flynn was still mumbling, and the bald man pushed him against the wall and growled: "This is in town."

"How many times do I have to warn you not to poop where I eat?"

Ethan had sharp ears and eyes, and clearly heard what the bald man said. Unexpectedly, he was also a principled person like Proctor.

Ethan sat down again and looked at Rivera:

"are you OK?"

"fine."

Rivera washed her palms with ice water and said with a smile: "They are just gangsters. You don't have to kill them all."

"It's really not a crime." Ethan shook his head:

"But you missed the point. These people are not just gangsters, they are more like criminal gangs."

Ethan concluded that those people must be a gang.

The bald man with a beard is the leader, Flynn and the trumpet O'Neal are the thugs, the one with the slicked back hair, the one who gets bullied, is obviously a newcomer and does not have a say in the team yet.

The woman with long black hair and a royal-sister-like appearance should be a dog-headed strategist, responsible for making suggestions.

Although the number was small, it was orderly.

Rivera just smiled lightly. No matter how complicated they were, they were just local criminal gangs. After seeing big battles, they looked down upon these people.

After all this fuss, Ethan had no intention of eating anymore:

"Are you full?"

Rivera nodded and picked up the wine glass.

"Then let's go." Ethan took the wine glass from her hand and drank it all in one gulp: "Stop drinking, you can drive later and we will leave here overnight."

"Are you too careful?" Rivera helplessly picked up the ice water:

"These people are not a threat to you yet."

"you are wrong."

Ethan raised his arm, waved to Amber, the waitress who had been standing far away just now, and turned around and said:

"Even a three-year-old child can pose a threat to me as long as he has a pistol in his hand."

"If I were shot in the head, I would die as well."

"Since I didn't beat Flynn to death on the spot just now, I chose to leave immediately. There is no need to take risks."

At this time, the waitress Amber came over.

But her face was much uglier than before.

Ethan clicked on the money that the bald man had just thrown on the table. It was more than twenty dollars more than the meal cost.

"You can keep it all."

He patted the table and stood up: "The rest is a tip."

"OK, thanks."

Amber put a smile on her lips and put the money away.

Rivera was convinced by Ethan that since there were signs of trouble, if she didn't want to cause trouble, she might as well stay away, so she picked up the heavy backpack and stood up.

The two walked out of the steakhouse together. It was already dark outside.

Rivera drove the vehicle and returned to the motel.

The night breeze caressed them gently, and the two of them talked and laughed.

Ethan lowered the window, intending to have an after-dinner cigarette, when the harsh lights suddenly turned on, and on the side road next to him, a garbage truck rushed out crazily with great momentum.

"Speed ​​up!" he yelled.

Rivera couldn't avoid it and turned the steering wheel hurriedly.

"Bang."

After a loud noise, the Ford was overturned heavily, shattering the glass on the ground, and was driven by the garbage truck into a big tree on the side of the road.

The trees shook a few times, and dead leaves scattered on the ground.

The door of the garbage truck opened, and a short-haired man jumped out. He walked to the side of the deformed Ford and sneered when he saw the two people lying on the airbag, knocked unconscious.

He spat on the ground beside him, turned around, and waved in the direction of the fork in the road.

Soon, a tow truck drove out again.