My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 246 Who Is Bichi

The purpose of coming here tonight has been achieved, and Ethan relaxes.

Thompson saw that Nora really wanted to attack the chief's position, so he also cheered up.

As a member of the Langside family, Nora has a natural advantage in succeeding the chief.

And after helping Nora to take over the position, the position of the standing committee member is his own, needless to say the power, and the benefits are also indispensable.

He thought for a moment, and said to Nora:
"People who supported Alex before, I can go to contact."

"But after Alex disappeared, George kept jumping up and down, and he got a lot of people, just waiting for the tribal council meeting this week.

"Right now he has the advantage, and if you're going to be chief, you need to figure something out."

"Just this week?"

Nora twirled the Glock in her hand twice, and said with a murderous expression, "You tell me the address, and I'll go and get rid of him tonight."

For George Hunter, who has been coveting the position of chief of his own family, according to Nora's personality, he will only directly destroy him physically.

Thompson froze for a moment, he didn't expect Nora to be so murderous.

Ethan coughed softly: "Mr. Thompson, in the past two days, please help contact the people who supported Alex before, and take us to talk."

"Let's see if the number of votes is enough. If there are not enough votes, we will find a way."

Killing people without coming up is just the last choice.

It is not an easy task to grab the class and position, especially when huge interests are involved, it is often accompanied by countless conspiracies and bloody storms.

He is not good at intrigue.

If there are not enough votes at that time, he can only adopt the second method, which he is very good at.

This time, he is helping Nora get back what belongs to her, and he can also get huge benefits. He has already done the psychological construction.

Thompson looked at the murderous looks of the two people opposite him, and immediately mourned for George. The members of the Langside family were more ruthless than the other, and he was destined to have no chance to sit in the position of chief
Just as Ethan was heading to Thompson's residence, at Savoy Gentlemen's Club, Rebecca was sitting on a large office chair, following Proctor's example, flipping through the documents in her hand.

Since she proved her loyalty with practical actions last time, after being released from prison, Proctor soon handed over part of the business to Rebecca.

After all, he has a lot of thoughts now, and he needs someone to share some things with him.

The Savoy Gentlemen's Club is the work that Proctor entrusts to Rebecca. When he is away, Rebecca is responsible for the daily operation of the club.

While studying the financial statements, she moved the mouse and looked at the computer screen.

Proctor is inside the club, with more than a dozen hidden cameras monitoring the movement of the entire club.

Through more than a dozen split screens on the screen, you can grasp every move in most of the places inside.

Rebecca zoomed in on one of the screens and narrowed her eyes.

In the strippers locker room, two security guards were having a lively chat with several strippers, making them laugh out loud.

Rebecca closed the report expressionlessly, took out something from the drawer, got up and went out.

When we got to the dressing room, the laughter got louder, something that never happened when Proctor or Bodden were at the club.

In Rebecca's view, this is undoubtedly a provocation to herself.

She walked behind those people, followed Proctor's example, and looked at them quietly.

Soon a stripper spotted Rebecca with a bad face in the dressing mirror, quickly picked up the wig, and dressed up in front of the dressing mirror.

Several other strippers also sat back on their chairs and put on their makeup.

However, there were still one or two people who secretly cast disdainful glances.

The atmosphere at the scene became quiet, and Rebecca looked at the two security personnel who came to the locker room with a cold face:

"Did I pay you guys to come and pick up strippers?"

The shorter one quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, we're just bored, let's leave now."

The tall security guard saw that the strippers ignored them, watched the cooked duck fly away tonight, and was dragged away by his colleagues. He said with a displeased face:

"What are you afraid of, she is just a bitch of Proctor."

Without saying a word, Rebecca flicked her right hand vigorously, and the telescopic stick in her hand stretched out immediately.

She strode forward and shouted:
"Hey, look at this."

The tall security guard turned his head and saw a black shadow attacking him head-on.

"puff."

There was a muffled sound as the stick was hit on the head.

The security guard staggered back, and was soon knocked to the ground by Rebecca's bludgeon.

The strippers in the dressing room all stopped their movements and looked at Rebecca in horror.

"You stand up for me."

Rebecca pointed at the short security guard who was about to come over to stop her with a stick, her eyes were fierce.

The short security guard took two steps back and raised his hands.

Rebecca poked the cudgel into the face of the man lying on the ground, looked at his painful face and said, "Now it seems that you are my bitch."

The tall security guard yelled angrily: "Fakeyu, Bichi."

Now is the time for her to show her prestige, Rebecca made a decisive decision and swung the stick with all her strength.

The stick roared and fell, making a sound of breaking through the air.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, the bones were instantly broken.

"Ah ah ah."

The security guard screamed and rolled on the ground with his broken arm.

The moment the swing stick fell, the strippers trembled in their hearts, and hurriedly picked up the makeup brushes, not daring to look again.

Rebecca was very satisfied with her masterpiece, she looked around and nodded with satisfaction.

She pointed at the short security guard with a stick in her hand, and said sharply:

"Throw this bitch out, I don't want to see him here again in the future."

The short security guard nodded hurriedly, dragged the man lying on the ground outside, and the remaining strippers hurriedly put on their makeup and left the dressing room.

Rebecca put away the swinging stick, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she enjoyed this unambiguous sense of control very much.

Walking out of the locker room, the outside was full of feasting lights.

Under her planning, the uniforms of Savoy Gentlemen's Club became more colorful, and the business was much better than before.

She went to the bar, took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and walked out the back door.

It was quiet outside, as if returning to an Amish gathering place.

Rebecca shook her head and put the past behind her. She took a deep puff of the cigarette to suppress the excitement from the beating just now.

Just halfway through the inhalation, footsteps sounded next to him.

She didn't mind that every now and then a tired stripper would come to the back door to catch a cigarette and catch her breath.

The next moment, footsteps approached quickly.

A broad palm slammed down on her forehead, and the huge machete reached Rebecca's neck.

(End of this chapter)