My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

The two looked at each other, ignored the bartender, and walked directly to the corner.

Lifting the bead curtain, the essence of this bar lies inside.

"Crack."

A clear whip sound came from the passage inside.

Seeing Ethan trying to run forward, Siobhan quickly grabbed his arm: "Relax, it's normal for this kind of movement to happen here."

Ethan was confused and walked inside along the mottled red brick passage.

The area behind is composed of semi-open rooms, like a cage.

The scene inside was clearly visible, and sounds of joy could be heard from time to time.

The red light bulbs illuminate the backside brightly, and there are red bricks, chains, and fences everywhere, giving people the feeling of being in an underground city.

The two walked quickly inside, where a man and a woman were leaning on the wall and kissing. Ethan took a closer look.

Well, it’s Zhanzhuang.

Continuing forward, in a nearby room, several naked men and women were tied up with ropes and hung in the air.

Rope art.

These two words appeared in Ethan's mind inexplicably.

There was another crisp sound, and a naked woman wearing a fake gadget next to her swung the whip in her hand to hit those people.

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Ethan felt hot all over. He swallowed his saliva and asked Siobhan.

"Do not ask."

Siobhan shook his head: "Asking is voluntary. We have no control over others role-playing."

"It's just that the things these people play are wilder."

"Most of the people here like Satanic culture. Although it seems uncomfortable, others like it."

"Satan believers?" Ethan narrowed his eyes:

"Cult?"

"Most of the enthusiasts and tourists have weird sexual fetishes." Siobhan shook his head: "These people are not up to the level of cult followers."

"Who is the colleague that the bartender was talking about just now? It can't be Brock and the others are here too."

Before Ethan could answer her, there were several roars from ahead.

Immediately afterwards, a man in a black suit was thrown out of the room and fell heavily to the ground, letting out a low groan of pain.

Take a closer look, good boy, Phillips.

Ethan quickly rushed forward and looked past him into the room.

In the large room, several men wearing black leather were surrounding Hank and beating him violently.

Two fists were no match for eight hands. He blocked several times and was punched in the chest. He staggered back a few steps.

There was another leather man who picked up a swinging stick and tried to charge from behind.

"Hey."

Ethan roared, rushed forward, and slapped the man on the neck.

The man's body went limp, and Ethan snatched the stick away from him.

"puff."

Ethan made a circle with the stick, grabbed the handle of the stick and whipped the man over.

Several people who were besieging Hank noticed the movement behind him.

They quickly turned around and rushed toward Ethan.

The stick swung and a whistling sound was heard.

The man at the front was hit hard.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound of fracture, and the arm was bent at a strange angle.

"ah!!!"

Ethan followed up with a straight kick, kicking the screaming man away like a bowling ball, knocking down several people behind him.

He strode up, gathered up half of his strength, swung the stick, and struck him head-on.

"Pah, pah."

"Stop!!!"

As he beat him with a stick, there were screams and pleas for mercy.

After confirming that none of them dared to make any mistakes, Ethan finally stopped swinging the stick.

In just ten seconds, the people who had just attacked Phillips and Hank all fell to the ground.

Ethan grabbed the swing stick and turned his head to look to the side.

Next to the large love chair, stood a blonde woman wearing a hollow leather dress, with two belts crossing her upper body, blocking two points.

He has a good figure and slender legs. He looks about twenty years old.

She held a dagger in both hands, her arms shaking constantly, and the tip of the knife felt like an electric shock.

I saw fluid running down her thighs and smelled like urine.

Ethan shook his head and waved the stick:

"go home."

The woman nodded in horror, threw the dagger away, and hurriedly fled outside, making ticking sounds along the way.

"are you OK?"

Ethan took a step forward and extended his arm.

"It's okay." Hank grabbed his hand and stood up, moving his body to show that he was okay.

Just now, Hank was very experienced in protecting his vital points and was about to draw his gun.

Unexpectedly, in just a short while, Ethan would subdue all the thugs.

Siobhan also helped Phiplis up, and the two walked in together.

She was not surprised by what happened inside, and she didn't even draw her gun.

"Why every time I see you."

Ethan patted the stick and looked at Phillips with a smile: "Are you always this unlucky?"

"Shet."

Phillips dusted himself off and became a little angry: "Before I had a chance to identify myself, these bastards took action."

"How did you find this place?"

"What the Kino kid drew today." Siobhan took out the drawing paper from his pocket and waved it: "These people can only be found here."

"But I think you already know that, right?"

Phillips held his arm and shook it, then grinned and replied: "I just received the news in the afternoon. These cases are consistent with other sacrificial murder methods in the FBI database, and they all point to Satanism."

"So I found my way here through connections to see if I could get some leads."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the person who took the lead just now.

The man was lying on the ground, with a row of conical steel angles embedded on his bare back.

"Hey, idiot."

Phillips kicked him in the butt: "Where are the things on your back made?"

The black-haired man struggled to sit up, sweating profusely.

He held his broken arm and said nothing, just staring at Ethan resentfully.

"Bang."

Without saying a word, Ethan kicked him over and crushed his broken arm with his foot.

"Fakeyu, let go."

Painful cries rang out, the black-haired man looked ferocious, and his other intact hand kept slapping the ground.

"You want to remember what I look like?"

Ethan rubbed his feet back and forth a few times before turning him over. Then he knelt down and smiled: "My name is Ethan Morgan."

"Now I'll let you see clearly."

"Do you want to seek revenge from me in the future? Do you need me to tell you my home address?"

The black-haired man's eyes flickered. He thought of something and shook his head wildly.

"You can't speak?"

Ethan moved the stick to his lower body: "Can you speak?"

"Yes, I can talk."

The black-haired man nodded quickly and said in horror: "I'm sorry, Mr. Morgan, how could I possibly retaliate against you?"

"Very well, now please answer this detective's question."

Ethan put down the swinging stick gently: "Where were those things on your back made, and who made them for you?"

"That man's name is Quick. We all call him Dr. Quick."

The black-haired man trembled all over and said quickly: "He works behind a dry cleaning shop, and people from several nearby towns come to him for surgery."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Ethan stood up and threw the stick to Phillips:

"Easy job."

After speaking, he reached into his trouser pocket, took out two to three hundred dollars, and threw it on the black-haired man: "You know what to do, right?"

"Understood." Looking at the fluttering banknotes, the black-haired man said with a grimace:

"My friends and I will keep our mouths shut."

Hank, who was standing in the corner, saw the scene happening in front of him. He opened and closed the hand behind his back vigorously, and then squeezed it tightly.