My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 17 The Gentlemen's Club

Candy breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Proctor leaving, and quickly poured himself a glass of wine.

"Why are you all so afraid of him? I don't think he's very good." Hood sat down with a puzzled expression.

"You all just arrived in Banshee Town, and you don't know him well yet, but I watched him walk over step by step."

Candy sat down and continued to the two of them:

"Would you believe me if I said he wasn't dangerous at all, from being an Amish boy driven out of the pack with nothing, to the most powerful man around Banshee Town?"

"As far as I know, his tentacles have spread all over Pennsylvania. Believe me, if it is not necessary, don't provoke him. I don't want to be killed by a few military M4 random guns one day. It's not worth it."

Hearing Candy's words, Hood became silent.

After several people drank in silence, Hood took out a gold watch from his pocket and threw it on the counter. The light shone on the dial inlaid with a circle of diamonds, emitting a dazzling light.

"No need to say anything." Seeing that Hood was trying to explain, Ethan drank the wine in the glass, got up and said, "As I said just now, I don't care about these things. After you deal with them, just count me in." gone."

After the door was closed, Candy looked at Hood worriedly after hearing the vehicle leave

"Does he know something? If it comes out that you impersonate the sheriff, we will all be in trouble."

"Don't worry, he won't know. You have to trust my friend's technology. No matter how you check in the entire police system, I am now Lucas Hood."

"I just don't understand why he didn't report on me, but offered to ask for a share." Hood picked up the gold watch with his fingers and shook it a few times.

"White, gray, black, no matter what his status is, as long as everyone shares the spoils together, you will have one more friend you can trust, right?" Candy snatched the gold watch, "I will find a way to dispose of it tomorrow."

"It seems to be somewhat reasonable. After you finish processing, give him a share."

Ethan was driving the car when his cell phone rang. He took out the cell phone, glanced at the caller, smiled and connected.

"Mr. Proctor, what's the matter?"

"Officer Ethan, I'm at Savoy Gentlemen's Club, are you interested in coming over and sitting down?"

Is this trying to recruit yourself? "I'll be right there." Ethan replied after thinking for a while.

Hang up the phone, turn the steering wheel and drive towards Savoy Gentlemen's Club.

When he entered the door, two guards saw his scars on his face and stopped him, saying they wanted to search him.

Ethan lifted his coat, revealing the police badge and police gun buckled inside, and the guard obediently stepped aside.

"This gentleman, the ticket is 20 knives, thank you."

The blonde beauty with rabbit ears at the front desk stopped him and smiled charmingly.

"Elizabeth, no need, he's Mr. Proctor's guest." Borden in a suit and leather shoes walked towards Ethan: "I'm waiting for you, please go this way."

This is a strip club with a gentlemanly name, with a dance floor in the middle and a pole erected at each end.

The dancer was slowly writhing with the music, and under the pink light, she looked very tempting. The seats next to the dance floor were full of red-faced guests, and they kept throwing small bills into it, hoping to attract the dancer. attention.

Ethan carefully avoided the bunny girl who was walking towards him, she walked over tremblingly holding the tray.

Walking from the side of the dance floor to the inside is the dressing room. There is a sign on the door saying no entry for idlers. After Borden opened the door, Ethan felt as if he had come to the country of daughters.

Now is the peak season, in the dressing room, more than a dozen strippers are busy dressing themselves up in front of the mirror, most of them have thongs on their lower body and vacuum on their upper body.

Seeing Borden and Ethan come in, they didn't care at all and continued with their work.

It was the first time he saw this kind of battle, Ethan pretended to be calm, and followed Borden without squinting.

The broad-minded Ukrainian girl next to her took a puff of a cigarette, and spit out a puff of smoke from her delicate red lips and sprayed it at him. Ethan's footsteps suddenly became scattered, and she laughed a few times, her chest trembled.

Embarrassedly walking through the dressing room, he came to the front of a room. After knocking, Borden opened the door and walked in.

Proctor was sitting behind his desk. When he saw Ethan come in, he got up and walked to the wine cabinet next to him.

"Ethan, welcome to Savoy. I remember you like to drink whiskey, right? I have a bottle of vintage bourbon from a friend here. How about a taste?"

"Okay, thank you." Ethan unceremoniously pulled out the chair and sat down.

After pouring the wine, Proctor looked at Borden who was standing behind.

"Here, I can do it alone. You can go to Sanchez's agent Dunn. We have something with him. You go and get it back."

A stern look flashed in Borden's eyes, and he turned and left the office.

"I don't know why you asked me to come here? I don't think you are looking for me to settle accounts." Ethan picked up the cup and smelled the fragrance.

"Of course not, I know you're just doing your job."

"Last time you called me, I was glad."

"It's sad that so many people in this town misunderstand me."

Ethan leaned back on the back of the chair, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to help you last time, I just didn't like Hansen, and I wanted to use your hand to get rid of him."

Proctor didn't expect Ethan to be so straightforward, he shrugged his shoulders
"I don't care about this, no matter what you think, the final result is in my favor, isn't it?"

Then, he bent down, took out a suitcase from under the table and put it on the table, flipped the suitcase open with his hand, and turned the suitcase to Ethan, which was covered with green banknotes.

It was the first time in Ethan's life that he saw so many banknotes in front of him, and his breathing became short of breath.

"This is to express my gratitude, and what's more, if there is any news about me in the future, I hope to know it as soon as possible." Proctor raised his legs.

Ethan drank the wine in the glass, looked at the green bills in front of him, resisted the feeling of distress, stretched out his hand, and closed the suitcase.

"This is not necessary."

He patted the top of the suitcase and pushed it back.

This money can't be taken. After taking it, he will be subject to Proctor in every way. Although he has no malice towards Proctor, he doesn't want to put himself in that situation.

"If you have to say thank you." Ethan reached out and picked up the old bourbon next to him. "I think this one will do. I like it very much."

Ethan's meaning is very clear, I don't want to help you work, but I accept your kindness, and I have no problem with you.

Proctor was stunned, he didn't expect Ethan to be able to withstand the temptation.

"Ethan, you're an interesting person, and I'm starting to like you."

"No, I don't like you, I like the girl outside." Ethan pointed sideways to the door.

"Of course, me too."

Proctor threw a cigar to Ethan, and the two laughed together.

(End of this chapter)