My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 171
Inside the Savoy Gentleman's Club, the electronic music was restless.

The colorful neon lights flickered rapidly, and the air was filled with the smell of hormones.

The topless bunny girl walked by with a tray, and when she saw four or five people in dark blue uniforms walk in, she stumbled.

Ethan quickly reached out to support her, and gave her a handsome smile.

Brock put his hands on his hips and yelled, "Banshee Town Police Station, everyone stay still and wait for inspection."

To his embarrassment, except for the nearby people, the group of customers around the dance floor didn't hear his voice at all, and were still waving the banknotes in their hands.

The stripper on the pole is still dancing hard.

"I'm going to turn off the light." Emmet walked aside holding his belt.

Siobhan yelled, "Turn off the music, too, by the way."

Ethan and Hood walked straight to the back, and when a few strippers saw them appear, they hurried backstage.

At this time, the music also stopped.

People in the club, noticing them, booed.

Brock directed loudly: "Everyone stay still, dancers, come to the bar, all customers, pack your things, and go to the front door."

Ethan and the others walked into the backstage dressing room, where several women were still changing clothes.

Ethan waved his hand casually, "Stop, tonight's work is over, put on your clothes and go to the front."

"Waterfa?"

One of the dancers put down the makeup pencil and said dissatisfiedly.

At this time, two security personnel in black suits ran over from the aisle next to them, and they asked with unswerving faces:
"Hey, do you know whose place this is?"

Hood turned around and walked over with a cold face, "Of course I know, what do you want to say?"

One of the security guards raised his chin. "If you knew, you should know that this place is not for you police to touch."

Hood nodded, "Then I understand."

After the words fell, he punched up violently, and the heavy fist hit the man's chin, and he simply collapsed on the ground and passed out.

Hood looked at the other person, "Do you have anything to say?"

Another security guard quickly shook his head and took two steps back to get out of the way.

But Hood stepped forward, grabbed his tie and shouted sharply:

"Tell Proctor, this is a gift from Lucas Hood, and there is no place I can't touch now."

The security guard nodded hurriedly and was thrown to the ground by Hood.

This movement scared the strippers behind them, they quickly picked up their personal belongings and ran forward.

Ethan sighed softly, but he could understand.

If Dalia was killed, maybe he would go too far.

The two of them walked down the passage together. There was only one room on the left, which was Proctor's office, and the private box was on the right.

Hood patted Ethan on the shoulder and continued walking inside
Ethan coughed heavily, "Banshee Town Police Station, please stop."

The dancer, who only had a strip of cloth hanging on her body, hurriedly got up and took a few steps back.

Ethan took out the shiny silver handcuffs from his duty belt, "Cooperate, don't move around, understand?"

Little Chicken nodded quickly, and obediently raised his hands.

After handcuffing these two people, Ethan crossed the room where Hood was, and pushed the next box.

As soon as he walked in, the expression on his face was instantly dull.

Ethan silently took out his phone and took a photo.

The person on the sofa saw the town policeman at the door, screamed, and quickly curled up.

"Waterfa?"

Jia Bo hurriedly turned his head and saw that it was Ethan, his face changed drastically.

Seeing the mobile phone he was holding up again, his face changed even more.

"Shet."

With a smug smile on Ethan's face, he shook his phone and pointed at the bottom of the bed.

"Get in and come out in 10 minutes."

After speaking, he closed the door.

This is what happens when you come out to play and don't call yourself a brother. With this photo, next time you go to New York to play, you don't have to worry about making good arrangements.

Just as Ethan was enjoying himself, there was a fight sound from the room he passed by just now, and he quickly put away his phone and ran over.

Just as Ethan was handling the first box, Hood walked inside and pushed the second box away.

Two blondes were slowly wriggling around the sofa, and a drunk man in a shirt sat in the middle.

"Banshee Town Police Station..."

Hood walked in and stopped talking when he saw the man lying on the sofa.

The man lying on the sofa glanced at him and raised his glass nonchalantly.

Hood froze for a moment, then pointed out with a sullen face.

"You two, now go to the front and get out."

The two blondes glanced at each other, picked up their personal belongings and hurried out of the room.

Hood walked over to the sofa and shook his head.

"Gordon, it's really not a good time tonight, we are raiding this place for buying silver."

The man sitting on the sofa is the mayor of their Banshee Town, former District Attorney Gordon Hopewell.

At this time, his face was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the bottle of whiskey on the table next to him had almost bottomed out.

Gordon sneered and picked up his glass.

"That's a bad move, Sheriff."

"The whole Banshee Town knows what this place is. Everyone comes here to play. Aren't you afraid that your support will decrease?"

Hood looked at Gordon's drunken embarrassment, gritted his teeth and said:

"You wait 10 minutes before leaving this room, no one will see you."

"Oh, what, are you helping me?" Gordon raised his head and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Thank God the great Sheriff Hood is here to help me."

Gordon poured the wine in the glass into his mouth, stared at his red eyes and continued: "Fakeyu, you bastard, I don't need your help."

"Trust me, bastard, I'm not doing this for you."

Hood was pacing back and forth, and Gordon had a strange look of yin and yang, hooking up his anger as well.

"You're like the plague. Ever since you came to town, things have happened one after another."

Gordon stood up staggeringly, walked up to Hood, and he stared at Hood.

"Did you fuck my wife?"

Hood gritted his teeth and met his gaze unceremoniously.

"No."

Gordon braced himself to stand still, grabbed Hood by the collar, and roared angrily;

"Did you fuck my wife?"

Hood shifted his gaze, "You're drunk, I'll take you back."

"asshole."

Gordon swore and threw a fist at Hood.

　Thanks to Brother Xianyu Datou for the reward, thank you

　　
　
(End of this chapter)