My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

After dinner, Ethan drove home

After turning on the TV and watching it for a while, his stomach felt a little uncomfortable. Seeing that it was still early, he decided to go out and find something to do.

After changing into casual clothes, he arrived at the Savoy Gentlemen's Club, which he had not seen for a long time. After buying the tickets, Ethan walked straight to the side of the stage.

He found a place to sit down and the performance soon began.

Looking at the amazing and difficult movements in front of him, Ethan's eyes widened.

Unexpectedly, a steel pipe can be used to create flowers. As the strippers performed hard, the stack of small bills he had changed in advance flew out within a short time.

After having fun, Ethan was about to leave the club when a tall, broad-minded blonde walked next to him.

Ethan only glanced at it, and his memory immediately came back to him.

This physical feature is so identifiable. The last time I came here, she even blew a puff of smoke from her.

The blonde noticed Ethan's gaze and smiled, grabbing his hand and trying to take him away.

Ethan quickly wanted to refuse, but somehow his body took a step forward and followed him.

"Well, it seems that I am a natural gentleman and will not refuse women."

Ethan sighed and came to a secret corner with her. The blonde's passionate lap dance greatly enriched his knowledge. Who said the old beauty couldn't play?

It's a pity that they can't move their hands and can only sit obediently. They are also afraid of being fished for law enforcement. If they are not regular customers, they will only have normal services.

Ethan stood up regretfully, opened the half-covered curtain and walked out.

After taking a few steps, his footsteps stopped.

Brock was smoking a cigar with a look of enjoyment, lying in a corner with a wine glass in his hand, and a red-haired girl was dancing slowly on him.

Look at the posture, old customer!

The two looked at each other, and Ethan gave Brock a thumbs up. This small waist was twisted, and at first glance, it was more exciting than his own.

Brock angrily grabbed a handful of nuts from the small dish next to him and threw them at him.

Upon seeing this, the red-haired girl quickly stood up and walked over.

When she closed the curtain, she even winked at Ethan.

Ethan laughed and left the Savoy Gentlemen's Club amidst Brock's curses.

Having been aroused just now, Ethan got in the car and drove towards Miles' restaurant. He didn't know if Dahlia was at work. As friends, Ethan felt that his care was not enough.

After parking the car outside the restaurant, Dalia could be seen sitting at the bar of the restaurant through the huge glass window. It was already very late and there were only one or two people dining in the restaurant.

Dahlia was enjoying a rare quiet time. She supported her head with one hand and flipped through the magazines spread out on the bar. A smile appeared on her face from time to time. The atmosphere in the store seemed particularly quiet.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ethan's restless mood calmed down.

He pushed open the glass door of the restaurant and walked in with a smile. Dalia stood up when she heard the noise, saw it was Ethan, and greeted him happily.

"Why are you here?"

"I can't sleep at night, so I came out for a walk. What magazine are you reading?"

Ethan sat down on the chair opposite Dalia and took a bottle of beer from her.

The two of them lay on the bar and discussed the gossip in the magazines, laughing from time to time.

While the two were discussing the gossip intensely, someone pushed the door open and came in.

Dahlia quickly stood up from the stool and walked over to greet the guests. Ethan ignored her and continued to read gossip magazines.

"Would you like some cake? I made these myself."

"Strawberry flavor, walnut flavor, and the last one is rich chocolate flavor." Dalia introduced the cakes covered by glass covers on the bar to the guests one by one.

"Bring me a piece of chocolate."

A deep voice sounded, and the rich accent reminded Ethan of the Ukrainian girl just now.

Dahlia smiled and opened the glass cover, cut a piece of chocolate cake and put it on a plate.

"I can see that you are not a local, right?"

After he sat down, Dalia pushed the plate with the cake in front of the guest. "After all, everyone in the town has come to my place to dine. I have never seen you before."

The man in suit in front of him smiled but said nothing.

"Looking at your accent, I wonder where you are from?" Dalia was still curious.

The man in the suit did not answer Dalia's question. After flicking the cake in front of him with a stainless steel fork, he did not start eating but instead stretched his hand back into his arms.

When he took his hand out, there was a Franklin between his fingers.

"This is the cost of the meal, and the rest can be treated as a tip."

"I want to ask you something, if you don't mind." The man in the suit, with a thick accent, pressed Franklin on the bar and pushed him in front of Dahlia.

"Of course I don't mind. What do you want to ask?"

Dalia's eyes lit up and she quickly put away the money.

The man in the suit nodded with satisfaction and tapped his fingers on the countertop.

"For example, you can tell me about the Banshee Town Police Department and their chief."

Ethan stopped turning the page and looked sideways, his eyes becoming sharp.

The man sitting in front of Dalia had a short haircut and a burly build. His suit looked like it was being stretched open. He had a ferocious black spider tattoo on his neck.

The man in the suit noticed Ethan's movements, and he turned sideways and looked at Ethan.

The money came so easily, Dalia laughed happily

"Well, this is Ethan. He works at the Banshee Town Police Department. If you want to know anything, just ask him."

"I'm going to make you a milkshake. It's a gift from our store."

Dahlia was afraid that Ethan would split with him, so she snickered and ran into the operation room at the back.

But what she didn't notice was that both Ethan and the man in the suit sat motionless, without blinking an eyelid. After she left, the only sound left was the sound of the fan spinning above her head.

The last customer in the restaurant finished his meal, opened the glass door and walked out.

The glass door recycles naturally and slams shut.

With his hands on the stage and the gun in his clothes, he had no time to touch it. The moment the sound rang out, Ethan suddenly jumped up like a tiger.

The man in the suit also grabbed the fork and rushed over, and the two of them instantly struggled with each other.

With fists and kicks flying, the man in the suit moved fiercely, and the fork in his hand swallowed like a poisonous snake, stabbing with a sound of breaking through the air from time to time.

Ethan narrowly avoided the fork directed towards his throat and lunged forward sideways.

Then the knee suddenly popped up. But it was blocked by a pair of thick hands.

The man in the suit was frightened into a cold sweat. He didn't expect that the town policeman would be so vicious. Although he protected his lower body, he was disrupted by Ethan's momentum and took a few steps back.

Ethan didn't stop moving, his elbow hit the man in the suit's ribs like a knife.

The man in the suit quickly blocked it with his hand. His arm was hit by a sudden numbness, and the fork he was holding fell loose. Ethan, with his quick eyesight and quick hands, stretched out his hand to catch the fork.

There was a flash of cold light, and the fork pierced the suit and penetrated into the flesh.

He quickly withdrew again, bringing out a ray of blood.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I wish all my book friends a happy new year and good luck~

I'm going to drink some local cannon. See you tomorrow.