My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 665
Hank and Ethan, you and I, quickly settled the matter.

Instead of avoiding Gene, he's now also an insider.

Hearing what the two of them were planning, Gene grabbed his hands nervously. It was too direct and too violent, but he was relieved to hear it.

"Let me make it clear to you."

Finally, Hank looked at Gene again and said directly, "We will help you solve the problem."

"But anyway, you did something wrong."

"So, it will be difficult for me to trust you in the future. I will transfer you from the intelligence team. I hope you can understand."

"We have been through so much together, and I will find you a good department."

"You can rest assured that the salary will be higher than that of the intelligence team, and it will also help your family's economy."

Ethan looks at Hank, who shakes his head at him.

He thought for a while and said nothing.

This thing is done, very mafia godfather style.

As long as there is a problem with trust, I will not use you, and I will make it clear.

Please, help Gene get it done.

Find a place to go, and help Jean find it.

Hank's actions in this way are considered to be benevolent and righteous, and there is nothing wrong with them.

Even if Gene didn't reveal any black information about Hank, it was a fact that he had worked with Edwin for a period of time. It was also a fact that he didn't seek Hank immediately, but waited until the matter was irreversible before seeking help.

Although Ethan regards Gene as a friend, he really did not handle this matter correctly.

Hearing those words, Gene was shocked.

He first looked at Hank in pain, but found that the other's eyes were extremely firm, he sighed slowly, and then bowed his head silently.

"Let's go."

Hank didn't say anything more, grabbed his coat and stood up.

The three of them walked out of the office together, and the choking smoke also rushed in. This incident was really too bad. They smoked one by one, making it look like there was dry ice in it.

The people sitting outside all turned their heads in unison.

Just now Hank slapped the table and roared again, it is impossible for people outside not to hear.

"Erwin."

Hanke confessed to Orlinsky: "I'm going out for a while, call me if I have something to do."

"Ok."

Olinsky stood up, chewed the twist candy and said, "Jin, no matter what happens, you must remember that we are standing behind you."

The people here are all human beings.

Although I only heard a few words from Hank roaring, I can guess [-]% to [-]% of them.

Faced with everyone's doubtful, curious, and concerned eyes, Gene felt an arrow being stuck in his body. He lowered his head and walked downstairs quickly.

Chinatown, Fulong Restaurant.

Ethan looked at the signboard with the dragon pattern and stopped the vehicle.

After some enlightenment on the road, Gene also took it easy. In the future, he will not only live for himself, but also live for his family.

No matter how uncomfortable this kind of thing makes him feel, he must hold back now.

The doors of the two cars slammed shut. Hank was about to take the lead upstairs when he noticed a black-haired man getting out of the car in front of him.

"Hey, Jimmy."

He walked over quickly and said hello to Jimmy: "Why are you here?"

Ethan followed and shook hands with Jimmy.

Last time, Zhan Mi's tactical team was impersonated, and there was a fierce fight here. The two groups cooperated well.

"If I don't come, I guess none of you will see it."

Jamie patted Gene's arm, said nothing, and took the lead upstairs.

It is said to be a restaurant, but it is actually a teahouse.

There was a lot of voices above, and the waiters pushing the dining car shuttled back and forth, with a long voice in their mouths:

“Shrimp dumplings, siu mai, char siew buns~”

On one table after another, the elders enjoyed a variety of Cantonese-style refreshments, and many of them had a birdcage beside them. While having two sips of morning tea, they did not forget to look at the lively elves inside.

Although he had already eaten breakfast, Ethan couldn't help rubbing his stomach when he smelled the aroma.

Go through the lobby and come to the private room inside.

At the door, a group of people were stopped by two capable men who stretched out their hands. Looking at their waists, they should all be carrying guys.

Inside the bead curtain, a few people could be vaguely seen sitting at the round table eating.

"Zhanmi."

One of them stared blankly and said, "What are you doing here, Mr. Hong is having breakfast and doesn't like to be disturbed by others."

"Is it your turn to take care of what I want to do?"

Zhan Mi is also a tough-tempered person, he replied Cun Tou in Mandarin, and pushed him away with his hand.

Being able to lead a tactical team here, Zhan Mi is more or less a character.

He pushed open the bead curtain and strode in:

"Master Hong, I'm sorry to disturb your breakfast."

Sitting at the top was an old man with a gray beard, a strong body and a ruddy complexion.

"Who do I think I am?"

He picked up a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Zhan Mizi, you are a person who goes to the Three Treasures Hall for everything, tell me, who do you want?"

Black and white are sometimes hard to tell apart.

The same is true for Zhan Mi, since he wants to maintain the stability of this place, he has to deal with all kinds of people.

"It's not my business today."

He pulled a chair and sat down: "My friend has something to ask you, I'll listen in."

Said to be an observer, but Jimmy was sullen.

The meaning is very clear, this friend holds a lot of weight in his heart, and if something goes wrong, he will turn his face.

There are four people sitting at the table.

In addition to this Master Hong, there are two elders who are similar in age to him.

The other one is young people.

The young man with a bunch of golden hair dyed on his head glanced at Gene, grabbed a piece of chicken feet and gnawed:

"Jin, what, looking for help?"

He said nonchalantly: "If you have money, you can talk. If you don't have money, you can take these people and leave. Don't hinder me from having breakfast."

I don't know how many generations of banana people have been, and they speak Mandarin very badly.

If you don't pay attention, you don't know what he is saying.

Gene clenched his fists, saying that he knew the person and brought someone to the house to press for the bill, but he didn't speak, but looked at Ethan.

Hank couldn't understand a word, and just stood there with a straight face.

"Crench!"

The chair dragged, making an unpleasant sound.

Ethan sat down calmly, took apart a set of cutlery, picked up the pot of tea next to him, and rinsed it carefully.

On the table, there are all kinds of breakfast.

Most of them have not been touched yet, and the plate of fried beef in front is still steaming.

"If you're really that awesome, why didn't you say what you said just now in English." Ethan poked his chopsticks, and directly brought over a plate of dry fried beef.

"tasty."

Regardless of the young man's ugly face, he brought over a cage of untouched chicken feet.

One bite, it's rotten enough.

The cartilage was bitten and rattled, and after Ethan sucked it clean, he flicked his fingers.

The chicken bone flew towards the young man's face, unbiased, and hit the golden retriever's nose with a few drops of juice:

"Who did you call to get out?"

　Thanks to the two-dimensional partner brother for the reward and support, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)