My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Hank and Ethan quickly settled the matter with just a few words.

Gene was not avoided, he was now an insider as well.

When he heard what the two of them were planning, Gene nervously grabbed his hand. It was too direct and too violent, but it made him feel relieved.

"Let me make it clear to you."

Finally, Hank looked at Gene and said directly: "We will help you solve the problem."

"But no matter what, you did something wrong."

"So, it will be difficult for me to trust you in the future. I will transfer you from the intelligence team. I hope you can understand."

"We've been through so much together, I'll find you a good department."

"Don't worry, the salary will be higher than that of the intelligence team, and it will also help your family's finances."

Ethan looked at Hank, who shook his head at him.

He thought for a while and said no more.

This was done like a mafia godfather.

As long as there is a problem with trust, I will not use you, and I will make it clear.

Please, help Jean with it.

Help Jean find a place to go.

Hank's behavior is considered to be the most benevolent and righteous, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Even if Gene didn't reveal any dirty information about Hank, it was a fact that he had worked with Edwin for a period of time. It was also a fact that he didn't go to Hank immediately, but waited until the situation was irreversible before finding a way to seek help.

Although Ethan regarded Gene as a friend, he did not handle this matter correctly.

Hearing such words, Gene was shocked.

He first looked at Hank painfully, but found that the other man's eyes were extremely firm. He sighed slowly and then lowered his head silently.

"Let's go."

Hank didn't say anything more, grabbed his coat and stood up.

The three of them walked out of the office together, and the choking smoke followed them. This thing was really too bad. They smoked one cigarette after another, making it look like there was dry ice inside.

The people sitting outside all turned their heads.

Just now, Hank slapped the table and roared, and it was impossible for people outside not to hear it.

"Erwin."

Hank told Olinsky: "I'm going out. If you need anything, call me."

"OK."

Olinsky stood up, chewed a candy cane and said, "Gene, no matter what happens, remember that we are standing behind you."

The people here are all human beings.

Even though I only heard a few words from Hank's roar, I could guess 50% to 60%.

Facing the doubtful, curious, and concerned eyes of everyone, Gene felt like arrows were being stabbed into him. He lowered his head and walked quickly downstairs.

Chinatown, Fulong Restaurant.

Ethan looked at the sign with the dragon pattern and stopped the vehicle.

After some enlightenment on the road, Gene also opened his eyes a lot. From now on, he will not only live for himself, but also for his family.

No matter how uncomfortable this kind of thing makes him feel, he must endure it now.

The doors of the two cars slammed shut, and Hank was about to take the lead upstairs when he noticed a black-haired man getting out of the car in front of him.

"Hey, Jimmie."

He walked over quickly and said hello to Zhan Mi: "Why are you here too?"

Ethan followed suit and shook hands with Jimi.

Last time, Zhan Mi's tactical team was impersonated and they had a fierce fight here. The two groups worked well together.

"If I don't come over, I guess none of you will be able to see me."

Zhan Mi patted Jean's arm, said nothing, and took the lead to walk upstairs.

Said to be a restaurant, this is actually a teahouse.

There was a lot of people above, and the waiters pushing the dining carts shuttled back and forth, dragging out long sounds:

“Shrimp dumplings, siomai, barbecued pork buns~”

On tables one after another, the elders enjoyed various Cantonese-style refreshments. Many of them had bird cages beside them. While taking a few sips of morning tea, they did not forget to look at the lively elves inside.

Although he had already eaten breakfast, Ethan couldn't help but touch his belly when he smelled the aroma.

Go through the lobby and come to the private room inside.

At the door, a group of people were stopped by two capable men. Judging from their waists, they should all have guys.

Inside the bead curtain, you can vaguely see a few people sitting at a round table eating.

"Jimmy."

One of them stared blankly and said, "What are you doing here? Mr. Hong is having breakfast and doesn't like to be disturbed."

"Is it your turn to take care of what I want to do?"

Zhan Mi was also a person with a tough temper. He replied to Chun Tou in Mandarin and stretched out his hand to push him away.

Being able to lead a tactical team here, Zhan Miduo is somewhat of a figure.

He opened the bead curtain and strode in:

"Master Hong, I'm sorry to disturb your breakfast."

Sitting on top is an old man with a gray beard, strong body and rosy face.

"Who did I think it was?"

He picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Zhan Mizi, you are a person who never goes to the Three Treasures Hall for anything. Tell me, who are you looking for?"

Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish between black and white.

The same is true for Zhan Mi. Since you want to maintain the stability of this place, you have to deal with people from all walks of life.

"It's not my fault today."

He pulled up a chair and sat down: "My friend has something to ask you. I will listen."

He said he was just observing, but Zhan Mi had a sullen face.

The meaning is very clear. This friend is very important in his heart. If something goes wrong, he will fall out.

There were four people sitting on the table.

In addition to this Mr. Hong, there are two elders who are similar to him.

The other one is a young man.

The young man with a bunch of golden hair on his head glanced at Jean, grabbed a piece of chicken claw and bit it:

"Jean, what, are you looking for help?"

He said nonchalantly: "If you have money, let's talk. If you don't have money, take these people and get out. Don't stop me from having breakfast."

I don’t know how many generations of banana people I have, but my Mandarin is very bad.

If you don't listen carefully, you still don't know what he is saying.

Gene clenched his fists and said that he knew this person and brought someone to his house to pay the bill, but he did not speak, but looked at Ethan.

Hank couldn't understand a word and just stood there with a straight face.

"Crunch!"

The chair moved, making an unpleasant sound.

Ethan Shiran sat down, took apart a set of tableware, picked up the pot of tea next to him, and rinsed it carefully.

The table is filled with all kinds of breakfast.

Most of it has not been touched yet, and the plate of dry-fried beef river in front is still steaming.

"If you are so awesome, why didn't you say those words in English just now?" Ethan poked his chopsticks, brought the fried beef and beef plate over, picked up a chopstick, and took a big bite.

"tasty."

Regardless of the young man's ugly expression, he brought over another cage of untouched chicken feet.

I took a bite and it was pretty bad.

The cartilage was bitten loudly, and after Ethan sucked it clean, he flicked his fingers.

The chicken bone flew towards the young man's face, impartially, and hit the golden retriever's nose with a few drops of juice:

"Who did you just tell to get lost?"

Thanks to the 2D partner brother for the reward and support, thank you!