My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 16 A happy one (Please collect, please read, thank you friends)
"Let's get started." After moving his body, Sanchez put his hands in a posture and approached Ethan in small steps.

Ethan punched him in the head several times, but Sanchez bowed his head and easily dodged it.

After Sanchez dodged the fist, a sharp whip kicked towards Ethan's thigh like lightning. He couldn't dodge it, and his thigh suddenly seemed to be hit hard with a hammer, which was painful.

Immediately afterwards, a series of fists hit him with a strong wind. Ethan could only cover his head with his hands and dodge quickly, and was punched in the face in a panic.

Ethan suddenly felt his eyes go black, and hurriedly took a few steps back, leaning against the cage net.

"At your level, you dare to fight me."

With a low growl, Sanchez rushed forward, grabbed Ethan's neck with one hand, and pressed him against the octagon net.

The crowd around shouted in confusion, and many beautiful ladies closed their eyes, unable to bear to see what was about to happen to Ethan.

Sanchez smiled grimly, and with the other hand clenched into a fist, he slammed like arrows.

Ethan kept parrying, and in the blink of an eye, he pointed a knife and stabbed Sanchez's armpit hard.

Sanchez let out a cry of pain and let go of Ethan's hand, and Ethan took the opportunity to tilt his head back slightly, and slammed forward.

A vicious head hammer fell on the target impartially. With a nasty sound, the bridge of Sanchez's nose collapsed instantly, and the nosebleed could not stop flowing down.

"M-FXXK, what are you doing?" Sanchez covered his nose, blood dripping from between his fingers.

"Fack, do you think I'm playing UFC with you?"

Ethan flew forward, hugged Sanchez's waist and lowered his head to rush forward. With a loud noise, the two fell off the ring together, knocking down several tables, and the crowd of onlookers receded like a tide. Open up an open space.

Siobhan held the baton in his hand and looked at Hood worriedly, "Aren't we going to help?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't look like a big problem." Hood clenched his fists and was eager to try. After he came out of prison, he hadn't fought like this for a long time.

After falling to the ground, Ethan immediately struggled to grab the wine bottle on the ground and swung it vigorously at Sanchez's bald head, only to hear a "clang". The bottle was not smashed as he expected, but instead It was flying aside.

Sanchez held back the severe pain, roared, quickly turned over and threw Ethan down, riding on him, his fists rained down.

After being hit a few times, Ethan felt dizzy and felt bad. He freed his left hand that was blocking him, punched him hard in the face, and then aimed at Sanchez's crotch. He stretched out his left hand like lightning, and forcefully A pull.

Sanchez immediately stretched his neck long, with veins popping out of his forehead, and his mouth was opened wide. After making two oh-ohh noises, he curled up and fell to the side. With a single pull, no matter how strong a man was, he would be instantly killed.

Ethan wiped the blood on his face, seized the opportunity and gritted his teeth and crawled over quickly. He hugged Sanchez's arm, pressed his legs against Sanchez's neck and made a cross, and issued a "click" command as soon as he exerted force. With the crisp sound of human teeth, Sanchez's arm was broken abruptly.

Sanchez howled in pain, tears burst out, and the other hand kept patting the ground.

"Did you think you were playing a game, you idiot? Did I make you surrender?"

"You like to play with women, don't you? You like to hit women, don't you? With champagne bottles, don't you?"

Ethan spat a mouthful of blood to the side, and then rode on Sanchez. Under the bright lights of the casino, the onlookers covered their mouths with their hands in horror, watching Ethan raise his arms, and punched Sanchez one after another. Sanchez's face.

"That's enough, Ethan, you're going to kill him." Siobhan and Hood rushed over and pulled Ethan away.

Sanchez was already lying on the ground with blood on his face, completely lost the ability to resist.

Ethan helped Siobhan stand up, and grinned at the corner of his mouth, causing him to gasp in pain. Professional players' punches are not so pleasant.

Fortunately, his body has improved, or he would have been beaten to the ground long ago.

After slowing down for a while, Ethan buckled his duty belt back around his waist, then grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the ice bucket on the table next to him and applied it to his face, "Siobhan, take this trash back to the police station, Boss, I think I need to go get a drink."

"No problem, I'll go with you."

Hood patted Ethan on the shoulder. Unexpectedly, this kid looked so gentle and ruthless. Sanchez wouldn't be able to get out if he didn't lie in the hospital for a few months.

Candy was supposed to be the referee at tonight's exhibition game, but now for obvious reasons, the game was suspended, and he followed Hood's car back to the bar.

After receiving the towel wrapped in ice cubes from Candy, he pressed it to his face, and immediately felt much more comfortable.

"Candy, give me vodka this time, pure, without ice."

"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital? You look awful." Candy poured wine for him and Hood.

"No need, it's all skin trauma, just take a rest and it will be fine."

Ethan picked up the wine glass with trembling hands and suffocated it in one gulp. The wine burned down his throat like a raging fire.

"Why are you doing this? You know, you can choose to let me come." Hood played with the wine glass.

Ethan took a long breath of alcohol, "I think that girl is too miserable, and I want to do something for her. At least Sanchez will not be able to do that to women in the future."

After drinking a few glasses of spirits, Ethan felt his whole body slow down.

"By the way, after disposing of the gold watch, give me a share of the money."

Ethan picked up the towel next to him and carefully wiped the blood on his face.

"What gold watch?" Hood's hand paused for a moment, then he picked up his wine glass and drank slowly as if nothing had happened.

"Sanchez's gold watch is in your trouser pocket, isn't it? Don't be nervous, I don't care about this kind of thing, just share it with me."

The atmosphere in the bar suddenly fell silent. Hood drank quietly, and Candy wiped the counter with a towel.

At this time, the sound of brakes from outside the house broke the tranquility of the scene.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and Proctor walked in angrily, standing at the door and staring at them.

"Kay, do you need something to drink?" Candy tried to lighten the mood.

Proctor ignored him and looked at Hood.

"You know what, Sheriff Hood, you've killed a lot of people and lost a lot of money tonight."

"You caused me to lose a lot of money!" Proctor's tone continued to increase.

"Why don't you tell Sanchez? He did it, didn't he?" Hood was right, stood up and walked in front of Proctor.

"I didn't say you can't arrest him, I just ask you to postpone it for one day."

Proctor paused. "There are some things you don't know. I have a very good relationship with your previous sheriffs. I don't like this tacit understanding to be broken."

"It's a pity that we don't have this tacit understanding. And, Mr. Proctor, what makes you think you can come here at night and tell me what this sheriff should do and shouldn't do?"

Proctor didn't expect Hood to have such a violent reaction, but he didn't care. After smiling, he ignored Hood and walked to the bar. Candy took half a step back nervously.

"Mr. Proctor, if you don't mind, we want to continue drinking." Ethan raised his glass.

Proctor looked at the wound on Ethan's face, and tapped the bar a few times with his fingers, "Forget it, I think you guys are pretty good, and I hope such unpleasant things won't happen again in the future."

(End of this chapter)