My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

He looked up and down at this guy and the metal detector in his hand.

"What's wrong?"

Ethan smiled at Big Nose: "You want to scan me?"

"This is my job." Although Big Nose was embarrassed, he insisted: "Mr. Morgan, please cooperate, thank you."

As he spoke, he pressed his fingers quietly.

The work light on the handheld metal detector also went out.

Big Nose knew very well what kind of person the other party was. Even if he said he was not armed, he would not believe it.

But he didn't want to conflict with the other party, so he just pretended.

No matter what, as long as you can fool it.

"You are a smart man." Ethan noticed the movements of his hands, smiled and opened his arms, and the slender barrel of the python revolver on his waist appeared clearly under the eyes of the big nose.

But he seemed to be blind, scanning a few times with an expired metal detector.

Ethan secretly felt guilty. Such a sensible guy caused him to lose his job last time. I was really sorry. This time, I won’t mess with him.

The two people behind were also inspected.

They also brought the Glock on Ethan's suggestion, and now they were afraid that they wouldn't be able to get in.

But it seems that everything is smooth sailing.

"correct."

Ethan patted Big Nose’s arm: “Is Rebecca in there?”

Big Nose was stunned, but chose to close his mouth.

No matter how flexible he is, he still has to follow some basic professional ethics. After all, the big boss is not someone to be trifled with.

"Don't worry, she and I are friends."

Ethan said calmly: "Have you forgotten? I was the one who rescued her in Kino Moon."

"Sorry." Remembering that the other party also knew Big Boss, Big Nose said quickly: "If Ms. Bowman comes to the club, it's usually around 9:30 in the evening."

"Can you help me notify Ms. Bowman?"

"Thank you, no need." Ethan nodded and walked inside: "Just treat it as a surprise for her."

There's still more than an hour left, don't be in a hurry, just play and the time will pass.

Not only has the security level been improved, but after the membership system has been established, Sava will no longer charge admission tickets.

Inside the club, there was a feast of lights and feasting.

The interior has been completely renovated, and with the lighting, it has a very futuristic sense of technology.

But these are small details. In this kind of place, the atmosphere is secondary, and the most important thing is the girls.

Compared with before, Sava's girl is several levels higher.

They are all in their twenties, all have long legs, slim waists, and curvy figures.

And according to Ethan's visual inspection, they should all be natural.

When walking, the amplitude is very natural and there is no stiffness at all, which is very rare.

The flight attendant holding a tray of drinks passed by tremblingly.

Well, through the hip-hugging skirt and a red hat, Ethan judged that this blonde girl was playing the role of a stewardess.

"Gudu."

Atwater swallowed excitedly: "Can a strip club still be like this?"

Obviously, it is absolutely impossible.

The dancers on the dance floor were no longer naked, and their movements were full of charm.

On the small booths below, the dancers performing lap dances interacted very intimately with the customers. Amidst the emotional music, many people moved their hands and laughed happily.

There are at least dozens of high-quality beauties here.

Most of them have an Eastern European style, which has broken away from the category of strip clubs and evolved to another level.

Without the support of powerful people, this kind of club will be shut down in minutes.

But looking at the way these people are enjoying themselves, it's obvious that they don't care about those things at all.

Compared with before, the club's customers have also changed a lot.

They are all well-dressed and polite.

The stack of cash on the table made Rusek hold his pocket in shame, and he had to throw it away to compare. He was too embarrassed to take out the hundreds of dollars in his pocket.

The Savoy Gentlemen's Club has become a gold-selling cave.

"Let's go." Ethan walked to the dance floor calmly, pulled out a chair and sat down safely.

The other two people also hurriedly followed, but they seemed a lot more restrained. There was nothing they could do about it. In this place, money makes a man bold. If he doesn't have money, he will naturally lack courage.

However, the two people quickly adjusted and watched the performance on the dance floor with interest.

"gentlemen?"

A girl in business attire walked over quickly and handed over the tablet in her hand with a smile.

Ethan took the computer and put his hand into his coat pocket.

At the edge of the striptease floor, there is a circle of wooden tables that look like dining tables, used to place personal belongings.

Things like keys, drinks, cell phones, and cash.

"Bang."

Three stacks of Franklins weighed heavily on it.

"Change small bills." Ethan flicked his fingers quickly on the tablet, then returned the computer: "These are all, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The business girl leaned over to take the computer and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment, I'll be here soon."

"damn it."

Rusek sighed, shook his head and said, "I now deeply understand what you mean by saying you need to have a thick wallet."

He was too embarrassed to take out the small bills in his pocket.

"Don't take it to heart, just live your life well." Ethan hugged the two people on the left and right, patted their shoulders: "Put your money away, and the consumption tonight is mine."

"It's the least I can do as a friend."

While talking, three trays were brought over by several bunny girls. They were filled with small bills and piled up like a hill.

This money is always kept in the club and is specially used for exchange.

He's not a guy with a white cloth on his head. A normal rich person wouldn't throw Franklin around.

It's much more comfortable to change it into small bills, it looks extra heroic, and you won't feel heartache when you spend it. In fact, it actually makes you spend faster this way, which is also a little trick of the club.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped the bunny girl on the buttocks, then picked up a wad of small bills and stuffed them into the slippery collar.

Not much, just two or three hundred dollars.

Without him saying anything, the other two bunny girls turned around with a smile and took the initiative to show off their pert buttocks.

Another two slaps and a handful of cash.

"Give me a tip~" Ethan lit up the cigarette and looked at the two guys who were stunned on the spot: "It's hard work to bring the money over."

Atwater's eyes twitched, he didn't expect that the life of a rich person could be so simple and unpretentious.

A slap is more than one day's salary.

He also suddenly wanted to be slapped twice by others. What a happy feeling it was.

"Yeah, party time."

Rusek laughed and was not polite to Ethan. He slapped him three times. The feeling of flicking his hands was really worth it.

He immediately grabbed the cash and shakily inserted the tip. (End of chapter)