My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 123 Grumpy
Ethan was also honest, and quickly greeted him.

The baton in his hand made a sound of breaking wind and swept towards Cheton's head, but Cheton lowered his head and dodged it, hitting nothing.

The two collided like two cars, and there was a muffled sound. Ethan's footsteps slipped slightly, and then he stood firmly.

Chetton was surprised to find that the town policeman in front of him looked gentle and his body didn't look very strong, but he was able to hold a stalemate with him.

Chetton firmly grasped Ethan's hand holding the baton, and flew his knees straight up.

Ethan hastily let go of his baton, dodging the bumping knee, and at the same time retracted his hand, gouging Cheton's waist.

The fingers were pinched into a hook shape, and they dug hard under Cheton's ribs.

Although Chetton was rough-skinned and thick-skinned, he also felt a piercing pain. He roared angrily, waved it to avoid it, and then stretched out his hand to throw at Ethan.

Swish Swish Swish. . .

Several punches in a row were dodged by Ethan.

The huge fist brushed directly in front of his eyes, and an ordinary person would probably be crippled by a single punch.

Ethan found a gap, and punched Cheyton on the base of the ear with a backhand swing. Cheyton's eyes went dark, and he took a few steps back.

"Ethan get out of the way." Hearing Siobhan yell, he quickly dodged sideways.

Two darts came flying with copper wires and pierced into the flesh of Cheton's upper body.

The electric current passed through in an instant, and after Cheton gritted his teeth and shook for a while, instead of falling down, he became even more irritable.

"Fakeyu, Bichi."

He looked at Siobhan with fire-breathing eyes, grabbed the copper wire with both hands, pulled it hard, pulled the dart head of the Taser gun off, threw it to the ground, and then wanted to walk towards Siobhan.

"Mommy Falk, your opponent is me."

Ethan rushed over with heavy shoulders, and directly overturned Chelton, and the wooden table next to him instantly turned into a pile of broken boards.

Chetton hurriedly used both hands and feet, turned over to stand up, and took a few steps back.

He looked at Ethan who had stood up, and said excitedly:

"Among the whites, you're a fighter."

"Really? Your physique is also hundreds of years late." Ethan patted the dust, fisted with both hands and set up an attacking posture.

"Next, let our blood fuse together." Cheton's voice sounded like thunder.

He reached out and took out a huge deer hunting knife from the leather case at his waist, and used the knife edge to slowly draw a slit more than ten centimeters long in front of him.

Feeling the blood flowing from the wound, he licked the cut, and his eyes burst out with a bloodthirsty light.

"Wait a minute, you use a knife, this is not the behavior of a soldier." Ethan signaled that he was unarmed.

"Your ancestors killed my ancestors with guns. Is this the behavior of a warrior?"

Cheton held the deer hunting knife back and said expressionlessly.

Ethan sighed and lowered his hands, "You're right, let's do it."

He was taken aback by Ethan's actions, then gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Just as Chetton was about to pounce on it, he suddenly groaned and fell to the wooden floor with a bang.

"I'm not telling you to do it."

Ethan shook his head, stepped forward and took the deer hunting knife from his hand.

Standing behind Chelton, Hood swayed and knelt down on one knee. Ethan hurried over to help him up.

"You hit it well."

"Of course." Hood chuckled, propped his baton on the ground, grabbed Ethan's hand and stood up.

On the other side, because Ethan knocked a few people over from the beginning, the remaining few people were quickly controlled by Emmett and the others.

Some dishonesty, under the deterrence of the Taser gun, obediently knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Hood wiped the blood off his face, panted and found a chair and sat down.

Ethan took out the handcuffs and locked them up for Cheton.

"Scenes like this don't happen every day."

Brock walked over covering his face. He had been hit hard a few times just now.

"are you OK?"

Ethan stood up and pushed his hand away, "It's okay, he's still as handsome as ever."

Brock covered his swollen mouth again, and said vaguely, "Fakyu."

Not long after, Cheton woke up faintly.

Ethan and Emmett grabbed his arms, lifted him up, pushed him to the wall and stood up.

Cheton struggled a bit, and said angrily:

"You bloody white people, you're showing off in what should belong to our Chino tribe, and you come to make trouble for us when our tribe's girl is killed."

Emmett resisted him vigorously, "I'm not white, we've said it, I just want to ask your brother Tommy Ritterstone a few questions, it's because you didn't cooperate."

"Fakeyu, you white man's slave." Chelton snorted heavily on the wall, and continued:
"Why should we cooperate? This land belongs to our aborigines."

"Whether it is the settlement or the land outside, in my opinion, you have no jurisdiction. Your ancestors are despicable robbers and thieves who only plunder other people's things."

"Leave that to the judge." Emmet ignored him.

After resting for a while, Hood stood up from his chair and walked in front of a group of people kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands.

He looked back and forth, and then said:
"Since Chelton is here, I suppose Tommy Littlestone is here too."

"That bastard of yours is Tommy? Interested in saying hello?"

The dozen or so members of the Red Bones Gang who were kneeling on the ground did not speak, and all stared at Hood with resentment.

Hood knew that the time was urgent. They came into the reservation in a car from the Banshee Town Police Department, and someone would definitely report to them.

If he didn't hurry up and find someone to take him away, if someone from the Chino tribe came to stop him, he would be beaten in vain.

He walked behind the crowd, stood quietly for a while, and then kicked hard at the wooden wall.

One of the men in the blue shirt shook violently, and Hood smiled, strode over and grabbed him by the hair.

"Hello, Tommy."

Tommy looked at Hood in panic, "Shet, I didn't do anything to Lana, what do you want?"

Hood tugged at his hair and looked him over.

Tommy Littlestone was almost a child in stature compared with Cheton Littlestone, with some stubble on his green lips.

"It seems that your brother has eaten all the vitamins in your family." Hood smiled and let go.

"Take them both back to the police station."

Hood decided to take the man back first before questioning him.

The rest of the dozen or so people were in a commotion. Seeing this, Ethan picked up his baton and walked over.

"Do you have any opinion?"

The members of the Red Bone Gang quickly lowered their heads, the guy in front of them was too terrifying.

A few of them were overthrown in a few strokes, not to mention, they could still fight Chetton without losing the wind.

After seeing them calm down, Ethan put away the baton and put it back on his belt, and then he and Emmet pressed Cheton out of the almost-destroyed wooden house.

(End of this chapter)