The two people looked at each other, and the bearded man felt as if his heart was being grasped.

Breathing also stopped.

The murderous and numb aura scared him so much that he didn't dare to pull out the gun handle.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan stretched out his arms like lightning, grabbed the guy's neck, and threw him hard towards the booth.

This huge force is irresistible.

The bearded man fell on his feet and stumbled onto the table.

"Bang."

The half-eaten steak was knocked over by him.

The sauce was all over my face.

This guy and the black-haired man were almost face to face, casting horrified looks at each other.

Before he could get up, Ethan swooped over again.

The steel fork in the black-haired man's hand was snatched away, a cold light flashed, and a ray of light flashed down from the top.

"Ding."

The steel fork stabbed hard, piercing the back of the hand and piercing deeply into the wooden table.

"Ah~~~"

The screams sounded loudly.

The palms of the bearded man kept trembling, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Beside, the black-haired man's pupils shrank.

Seeing blood oozing out from where the steel fork had penetrated, he swallowed hard, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

"This is to tell you something."

Ethan held the handle of the fork, and held the bearded man's head firmly with his other hand: "Just search him, and keep your damn hands clean."

Under the gazes of several people, he clasped his fingers hard.

"Buzz~"

Following this movement, the steel fork buzzed and vibrated back and forth at a very fast speed.

"Farke!"

The pain that was already piercing the bones, and then being twisted like this, made the bearded man's eyes turn red, and with a roar, big tears slid down quietly.

"I really recommend you just lie down on the ground."

Looking back, Ethan said to the thug who had just been kicked out of breath: "Do you have the guts to shoot the cop?"

"The fight, are you sure you want to continue?"

After the thug calmed down, he struggled to get up.

After hearing this, I immediately gave up the idea.

My whole body relaxed, and I lay down again panting.

The other party was right. Even though this was Cicero and those two were Chicago policemen, he really didn't have the guts to draw a gun at him. As for beating the opponent with his fists, just think about it.

Now, my chest still hurts like pins and needles.

As for the other person, he was knocked unconscious by the high stool. Let alone resisting, it is unknown when he will wake up.

"You are so rude."

Ethan released his hand from the steel fork and patted the black-haired man on the face: "We came all the way here and didn't even have a glass of water."

"But that doesn't matter."

Staring into this man's eyes, he said coldly:

"I just want to tell you one thing. No matter in Chicago or Cicero, you are a nobody. You must understand the principle of giving up when you are good."

Hank understood and pressed hard with his hand.

Bright red blood immediately slid down the blade.

"do not do that."

A stinging pain hit his neck, causing the black-haired man to tremble: "Listen, I understand. I'll accept the fifteen thousand. This has never happened."

"terribly sorry."

His voice trembled when he spoke.

There is no longer the situation where everything was under control.

For a moment, he couldn't tell who was on the road. These two Chicago police officers were much more ruthless than him.

Beating people is just a means.

To convince the other party is the goal.

The goal had been achieved, and Hank breathed a sigh of relief.

To do things, you still need to have a stick and a carrot in one hand to be effective.

"If you have any dissatisfaction."

He removed the knife from the other person's neck and said calmly: "I'll wait for you at the 21st Precinct in Chicago."

"NO, NO, NO."

Ethan interrupted Hank's words and smiled at the black-haired man: "I hope you are a man of your word."

"Otherwise, I'll come find you myself next time."

"Trust me, you don't want to see this happen."

"OK!"

The black-haired man said excitedly: "I understand, I will never touch Bonnie and her husband again."

He really didn't want to experience this kind of thing again.

Ethan and Hank looked at each other, and they let go of their hands in unison.

Like the other party, he cannot kill anyone.

After all, with this identity, they came here openly this time. If they really killed people, they would be in trouble.

Leaving behind a few people who were still moaning in pain, the two walked out of the bar in a big way.

"Thanks."

Hank held out his hand to Ethan: "I owe you this once."

In the situation just now, I dare not bet on whether the other party will be submissive and submissive. It is very necessary to have thunderous means.

"We don't have to talk about this."

Ethan bumped fists with him, smiled and shook out his cigarette: "It's just these few people, it's nothing."

This kind of guy only scares Johnny and other ordinary people. If he was really tough, he wouldn't agree to meet in person just because of a phone call from Hank, and just arrange such a trivial arrangement.

This action proved that their voices were harsh but they were angry at heart.

Of course, it's scary for most people, but they just hit harder nails.

"Hank."

Seeing the two people coming out, Bonnie quickly opened the door and got out of the car: "How's it going? Is it done?"

The past few minutes had made her anxious.

"Your debt."

Looking at this woman, Hank put his hands in his pockets and said coldly: "It's all been paid off."

"All of them?"

Bonnie's eyebrows suddenly lit up and she became visibly excited.

"That's right."

Hank nodded and continued: "A total of seventy thousand, all of which have been paid off."

"Shet."

Bonnie let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Don't be happy." Hank looked at her expressionlessly: "These debts have not disappeared, but have been transferred to me. In other words, now you owe me $70,000."

"Hmm~."

Ethan took a puff of cigarette and quickly patted his chest.

This guy is more ruthless than a loan shark.

Fifteen thousand turns into seventy thousand in seconds. It seems that Hank has the potential to do this.

On the opposite side, Bonnie's expression suddenly fell, and the corners of her mouth twitched and turned to one side.

"I don't want you to pay me back."

Hank tightened his cheeks and said calmly: "Stay away from Irene and don't come into her life. This is my only request to you."

"I see."

Bonnie suddenly understood and waved excitedly: "This is what you want to achieve, right?"

"You helped me hypocritically first, just to prove to me that you are a more qualified parent at this time, to turn me into an object of contempt, and to make Erin hate me even more."

"right?"

The guy became more and more excited as he talked, and his face turned red.

Ethan looked confused and looked at the other party blankly.

On one side of Bonnie's face was written nonsense, and on the other side was confusion.

The forehead in the middle is shameless.

This posture is definitely comparable to Frank's.

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