My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 136
Seeing Jabo's distraught look, Ethan lit a cigarette.

Jason froze with his outstretched hand, wondering why the bald man in front of him had such a big reaction.

Jia Bo paced back and forth, he didn't want to go through the things of stealing corpses, digging pits, and burying people before.

He stopped and said to Ethan:

"Why don't we just kill this Majestic Falk."

"Oh."

Jason quickly waved his hands wildly, "Dude, don't do this, I'm still here."

"you shut up."

Ethan nodded with the hand holding the cigarette, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, no one wants to kill you, and at the same time, no one wants to see your little Douding."

He said to Jaber again, "That's what Hood meant. He owes the child's father a favor."

Only then did Jia Bo put on his sunglasses with his lips curled, and looked at Jason who was frantically getting dressed.

After a while, they returned to the Davis bar. After the white lights in the utility room flashed a few times, Jaber and Jason came out.

Seeing Jaber's displeased expression, Jason consciously found a seat on the other side of the bar.

Candy's expression became strange when he saw Jason sitting down.

"What's the matter?" Ethan knocked on the bar.

Candy poured wine for him and Jaber, curled his lips and said:
"It's okay, I just found it interesting. There are so many seats in the bar, but he chose the chair that the real Lucas Hood sat on the day he died."

Ethan looked to the other side, Jason was holding a bottle of beer, blowing smoke rings boredly.

Jia Bo took a sip of his wine and said in a low voice:

"I said, your reaction to this kid is not too calm. He doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know what trouble he caused."

"My suggestion is to dig a hole and bury him, clean up."

"Forget it, he's just a young man in his 20s." Candy shook his head and said:
"And his father was also a man with a sense of justice. At that time, Lucas Hood died in a conflict with Proctor's people in order to defend me."

"Hood is also living with his identity. For his father's sake, we should give him a second chance."

Jaber put down his glass helplessly, "When the hell did we become a charity?"

At this time, Jason Hood saw that there was no one else in the bar, so he asked them directly:

"Excuse me, when will my fake certificate be ready?"

"Fake documents?"

Jaber turned his head slowly, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Jason didn't know why, so he nodded quickly.

"Bichi, what do you think we are doing?"

Jabo stood up and said in a bad tone:
"Do you think this is a small workshop for fake documents? The kind of broken documents that can let you slip into a bar for 50 yuan."

"I'm changing your identity directly for you, do you understand what I mean?"

"The new name, credit history, social security number, and fucking birth certificate, all fucking real."

Ethan and Candy laughed secretly and touched their wine glasses. As long as someone questioned Jaber's skills, he would be like a stabbed.

"Okay, I'm sorry." Jason quickly said that he didn't mean any harm.

If it wasn't for his helplessness, Jason would have wanted to run away a long time ago, and the people he met here became more and more terrifying.

Jabo walked straight up to Jason and stared at him.

"Boy, let me finish."

"When I finish the work and give you a new identity, you have to leave immediately, as far as you can."

"You have to promise that we will never see or hear from you again if you dare to show up in front of us again, use Hood's identity to threaten us to wipe your ass, or ask us to do anything for you"

Jabo took out a pistol from his waist and patted Jason in front of him, saying word by word:

"I swear, I will put all the bullets in this gun into your eyes with my own hands, understand?"

Jason swallowed, his Adam's apple slipped, and he nodded quickly.

After staring at him for a moment, Jaber grabbed a handful of bald heads, put the gun back on his lower back, and returned to his seat.

In the evening, the Gentlemen's Club of Savoy.

Ethan and Jaber sat in a corner of the dance floor, watching the strippers performing hard.

When he walked into the club, the gauze on Ethan's head also attracted a lot of attention.

The old buddies raised their thumbs up to express their admiration for the slight injury.

After taking a sip of his wine, Jabo asked Ethan:

"By the way, what happened to your head injury?"

Ethan was holding a thick stack of one-dollar bills, fingering the dance floor quickly, and the bills were flying up one after another.

"I forgot if you didn't tell me."

Ethan stopped and whispered to Jaber:

"When you return to New York tonight, prepare a set for me, including cars, guns, and clothes."

Jia Bo raised his eyebrows and said, "Who are you going to fight with, do you need help?"

"I can do it myself."

Ethan grinned, showing his white teeth.

"Okay, after I prepare Jason Hood's identification in two days, I will bring you the things you need by the way."

Jia Bo turned his head and threw the small banknotes in his hand onto the dance floor, and the banknotes fell down one after another, like a rain of banknotes.

Seeing this, the graceful strippers on the dance floor walked over with their waists twisting.

Ethan chuckled, and then waved vigorously, the banknotes flying all over the sky.

Although they were all small bills, they couldn't hold up to a large amount, and hundreds of dollars flew out in two or three strokes.

"I said, I really don't feel sorry for you bastard spending my money."

Jia Bo glared at him, then took a stack of small bills in front of him and put them in front of Ethan.

"Who told you to say that you pay all the expenses tonight."

Ethan bit his cigarette unceremoniously, looked at the electric buttocks shaking wildly in front of him, grabbed another handful and stuffed it into his thong.

At this time, because the dancers surrounded the two of them, the others were dissatisfied, and there was a burst of boos.

A burly man in a vest with a full face was even more flaming, and the cutie in front of him jumped farther and farther, and ran directly to the opposite side.

He shyly put away the twenty dollars in his hand, walked around the dance floor and walked directly to Ethan and the others.

Jia Bo had long been bored, and when he saw the situation in front of him, he instantly became interested.

The man in the vest walked to Ethan, leaned on the dance floor, showed off his tattoos and said:

"You two little boys have so much money, don't you mind letting me spend some for you?"

"I don't mind, as you please."

Ethan waved his hand indifferently, then put down his glass.

"The eggless guy."

The man in the vest didn't expect these two to be so cowardly, he grabbed his messy beard, and triumphantly reached out to grab the banknotes in front of Ethan.

Before he could grab the money, Ethan pressed his hand, picked up the ashtray next to him and threw it at his palm.

"boom."

"what..."

After a scream, Ethan picked up the ashtray and looked at it. It was so thick that it couldn't be smashed like this.

The dancers on the dance floor were used to this situation, and they calmly pushed back a few steps.

He smashed it twice again, and in a burst of pain, the ashtray flew out of his hand.

"Fakyu." The man in the vest covered his bloody hands.

"No, it's Fakeyu."

Proctor appeared next to them and said to the man in the vest, "Get out of my club now."

(End of this chapter)