My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 351 is not such a person
Ethan nodded, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth.

Flynn sneered, then turned to look at Rivera: "In my opinion, your girlfriend thinks I'm annoying."

"You don't even want to talk to people like me, you think I'm too rude, right?"

After speaking, he looked at Rivera's chest, then suddenly stretched out his hand, held her hand on the table, and gently rubbed the back of her hand:

"You have a big misunderstanding of people like me, and I can be a gentleman."

"If you don't believe me, I can show you."

Rivera withdrew her hand, slowly put down her wine glass, and shook her head at Ethan: "No, it's not worth it."

"Yes, listen to her."

Flynn turned his head angrily, grabbed a handful of his crop, and said sincerely to Ethan, "Don't do it, you're not that kind of person."

"Trust me, I know what a bad guy looks like."

Ethan dropped the napkin, turned to face him, and asked indifferently: "Then please tell me, what does the bad guy look like?"

Flynn's mouth squirmed, and he rubbed his chin with his palm.

The atmosphere at the scene became quiet.

"Snapped."

At this moment, the man who led the team in just now stepped forward and patted Flynn's shoulder heavily with both hands:
"Leave him alone."

The white middle-aged man with slightly bald hair rubbed Flynn's shoulders vigorously, with a smile on his face: "He has no malicious intentions, he just likes to scare tourists."

After he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze.

From his angle, Ethan could clearly see the underside of his jacket, wearing a holster under his ribs.

A revolver with a long barrel and a Glock appeared brightly in front of him.

The scene continued to become quiet.

Ethan looked at the silver-haired aunt at the bar and the guests at the nearby tables, hesitating.

At this moment, Rivera spoke again:
"Calm down, it's not worth it."

The bald man also narrowed his eyes, and grabbed Flynn's neck: "I'm sorry to this lady immediately."

Their three accomplices sitting behind the bar sensed something was wrong and stood up quickly.

A burly figure, thick arms and round waist, just like a small O'Neill.

A long-legged, black-haired woman, with a look like a royal sister, and finally the back of the head that was slapped by Flynn just now.

"Fuck, I don't want it."

Flynn stiffened his neck, raised his hand, nodded his forehead slowly, and stared at Ethan: "If you have the ability to hit here, I don't believe you have the guts."

"If you don't carry a gun, you're called a tough guy."

"go away."

Seeing Ethan's indifferent eyes, the bald man's heart skipped a beat. He grabbed Flynn and threw him to the ground: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for him."

"This is just a small conflict, there is no need to shoot."

"This meal is mine, let's leave now, okay?"

"Of course, thank you." Rivera nodded and said to the bald man.

The other party didn't know that Ethan had a gun at first, so he ran over to dissuade him. He didn't want to make things worse, and Rivera decisively accepted the kindness.

The bald man looked at Ethan, and slowly took out a few crumpled coins from his pocket, and put them on the table:

"Is everything okay between us?"

"Yeah." Ethan nodded.

The bald man smiled and raised his hands to show that he was not malicious, then grabbed Flynn and turned away.

Several people in the same group glanced at Ethan, and then left.

When the group of them walked to the back door, Flynn was still muttering, and the bald man pushed him against the wall and growled, "This is in town."

"How many times do I have to warn you, don't shit where I eat."

Ethan's eyes and ears are sharp, and he clearly heard what the bald man said. Unexpectedly, this is also a principled person like Proctor.

Ethan sat down again and looked at Rivera:

"are you OK?"

"fine."

Rivera washed her palms with ice water, and said with a smile, "It's just local hooligans, you don't have to kill them all."

"It's really not worth it." Ethan shook his head:
"But you missed it, this group of people is not just a simple hooligan, but a criminal gang."

Ethan concluded that those people must be a gang.

The bald man with the beard is the leader. Flynn and the little O'Neill are the thugs.

The woman with long black hair, Royal Sister Fan, should be a dog-headed military adviser, responsible for making suggestions.

Although the number of people is small, it is orderly.

Rivera also just smiled lightly, no matter how difficult it was, they were just local criminal gangs, and after seeing big battles, they also looked down on these people.

After such a fuss, Ethan didn't have the heart to eat any more:
"Are you full?"

Rivera nodded and picked up the wine glass.

"Then let's go." Ethan snatched the glass from her hand and drank it all in one gulp: "Stop drinking, wait for you to drive, we will leave here overnight."

"Are you too careful?" Rivera reluctantly picked up the ice water:
"These people are not a threat to you yet."

"you are wrong."

Ethan raised his arm, waved at the waitress Amber who had been standing in the distance just now, and turned back and said:
"Even a three-year-old kid can pose a threat to me as long as he has a pistol in his hand."

"I was shot in the head and would have died as well."

"Since I didn't beat Flynn to death on the spot just now, I chose to leave immediately. There is no need to take risks."

At this time, the waitress Amber came over.

It's just that her complexion is much uglier than before.

Ethan counted the money that the bald man threw on the table just now, and it was more than 20 dollars more than the meal cost.

"Keep it all."

He patted the table and stood up: "The rest is a tip."

"OK, thanks."

With a smile on the corner of Amber's mouth, he collected the money.

Rivera was persuaded by Ethan that since there were signs of trouble, if she didn't want to provoke her, she should stay away, so she picked up her heavy backpack and stood up.

The two walked out of the steakhouse together, and it was getting dark outside.

Rivera drove the car back to the motel.

The night breeze caressed them gently, and the two talked and laughed.

Ethan lowered the window of the car, intending to have a smoke after dinner, the harsh lights suddenly turned on, and a garbage truck rushed out of the fork road next to him with great momentum.

"Speed ​​up!" he yelled.

Rivera avoided it and hurriedly turned the steering wheel.

"Boom."

After a loud noise, the Ford was overturned heavily, shattered the glass all over the place, and was driven by a garbage truck into a big tree on the side of the road.

The trees shook a few times and scattered dead leaves all over the ground.

The door of the garbage truck opened, and a man with a cropped head jumped out of it. He walked to the side of the deformed Ford, and when he saw the two people lying on the airbag and knocked unconscious, he showed a sneer.

He spat on the ground next to him, turned around, and waved in the direction of the fork in the road.

Soon, a trailer came out again.

(End of this chapter)