My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 172
Facing Gordon's punch with hatred, Hood did not have the slightest defense.

When the fist fell, Hood's gums turned fishy, ​​and he felt his eyes darken, and he took a few steps back.

Gordon then rushed forward, pinned him to the ground, and pumped his fists wildly.

After being hit a few times, Hood regained his strength and threw Gordon into the air.

He got up, gritted his teeth, grabbed Gordon's hair, and punched out with his right hand.

Gordon was already drunk, and after a few moves, he had no energy. He was punched in the face by Hood and fell to the ground.

Hood wanted to punch again, and saw Gordon curled up on the ground in pain, panting heavily and put away his fist, cursing in his mouth:
"Fake."

Hood took a few steps back and forth annoyedly, and extended his arm to Gordon.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

"You trash."

Gordon rested for a while and regained some strength. He roared and slapped Hood's arm away, jumped up from the ground, hugged Hood's waist and rushed forward.

The two backed away quickly and hit the wall with a bang.

Knocking his head back, there was a burst of severe pain, Hood cursed angrily, and no longer kept his hands, he raised his elbows high and slammed down hard.

"what."

Gordon was hit hard on the back and fell to his knees with a scream.

Hood didn't stop, kicked Gordon over with one kick, and then rode on him, his fists raining down.

Ethan pushed open the door and saw that Hood was pressing Gordon down, punching down hard.

"Stop, stop hitting."

He rushed over quickly and grabbed Hood.

After several attempts, Hood let go of Gordon's hand, and Ethan carried him to the side of the room.

"Shet."

Hood took two steps back, arranging the messy clothes on his body.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at Gordon fiercely, "Do you want another round?"

Ethan stood between the two and asked Gordon:

"Are you all right?"

Gordon lay on the ground, his chest rising and falling sharply, and after taking a few breaths, he finally regained his strength.

He turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, then struggled to sit up.

Ethan wanted to help him, but was slapped away.

Gordon took a look at the mobile phone on the table beside him, then staggered out of the room with his coat in his hand.

Ethan turned around and said helplessly to Hood, "Waterfa, now is not a good time to offend the mayor."

Hood clenched his hands and growled angrily:
"That's my woman."

"Mommy Fuck, that's my woman."

Originally, he didn't intend to have a conflict with Gordon, but he didn't expect Gordon to punch him instead, and those fists brought out the resentment in his heart.

Ethan didn't know what to say. To Hood, his beloved woman became someone else's wife, and his daughter called someone else's father, all of which seemed extremely aggrieved.

For Gordon, the wife who has been sleeping with him for more than ten years is the daughter of the head of a criminal gang.

My wife and Hood don't know what to do, and they would rather leave their children and sacrifice their lives to save them.

As a former district attorney, while his wife is squatting in prison, all this seems so absurd.

Ethan sighed, the two of them needed to vent their emotions, even if they had a fight.

He patted Hood on the shoulder and walked out of the room.

An hour later, the fast-moving Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Savoy Gentlemen's Club.

Proctor hurried into the club, followed by Borden and Rebecca.

The club was quiet, except for a few waiters and security personnel who were cleaning, there was no one else.

Proctor's face became more gloomy, and his steps slowed down a bit.

Regarding this, in fact, he had already expected it.

Ever since he learned that his men failed to kidnap Kino Tribal Councilor Thompson and accidentally killed Kate Moody, he expected revenge.

It's no secret to Hood that he and Kate have a close relationship.

Although Kate's killing was not something he would like to see, since it had already happened, he could only accept it calmly, and he couldn't vent his anger on the three dead people.

I just didn't expect Hood's action to come so fast, sweeping away his club the next day.

At a table next to the dance floor sat several security guards in black suits.

The one in the lead saw Proctor walking in, put down the beer bottle and stood up.

"Mr. Proctor."

Several security personnel behind him also stood up and folded their hands in front of them.

"Sheamus, please tell me specifically what happened here."

Proctor stopped in his tracks, pursed his lips and looked at the tall, bearded man in front of him.

Sheamus rubbed his nose and said helplessly:

"Those guys from the Banshee Town Police Station broke in, and they spoiled everyone's interest."

"The girls were all taken away by the note too, it's no fun without the girls and the customers just left, that's basically it."

"That's okay, it's not your fault."

Proctor looked around, "There's nothing you can do about this situation."

Sheamus quickly nodded in agreement and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then please hand over the arrest warrant to me." Proctor turned his head and said calmly:

"I'll let the lawyer handle the rest."

"warrant?"

Sheamus blinked at him and asked puzzledly.

"Yes, an arrest warrant."

Proctor noticed Sheamus' blank look, and his tone turned cold.

"Mr. Sheamus, I don't think you're so stupid as to let the Banshee Town police rush in without seeing the arrest warrant, take all my girls away, and shut down my business." ?”

With a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, Sheamus stammered:
"They came straight in through the front door, they're cops, what can I do?"

Proctor's eyes became cold, he unbuttoned his suit jacket, and punched him hard in the ribs.

"what."

Sheamus seemed to hear a crisp sound, and he screamed, covering his waist with his hands.

"What can you do?"

Proctor swung his arm angrily, and punched him in the face with two consecutive bang bangs. The bridge of Sheamus' nose collapsed, and his face was covered with blood.

"All you can do is take my money, do what I tell you to do and keep the club open, instead of standing there like an idiot.

Proctor grabbed his black curly hair and at the same time reached for the heavy glass on the nearby table.

Several security personnel standing behind Sheamus saw this, and someone stepped forward to stop him.

Proctor raised his head abruptly, his cold eyes frightened the man to stop.

"boom."

The glass hit the skull and shattered instantly.

Only then did Proctor let go of his hand, and Sheamus fell to the side, bleeding profusely from his head, and his body was still twitching.

Rebecca stepped forward, took a handkerchief from her satchel, and handed it to Proctor.

He took the handkerchief and wrapped it around the hand holding the glass a few times, and the handkerchief instantly became red.

Proctor took a few steps forward and walked in front of the remaining security personnel, all of them lowered their gazes.

(End of this chapter)