My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

He looked up and down at this guy and the metal detector in his hand.

"what happened?"

Ethan smiled at the big nose: "You want to scan me?"

"This is my job." Big Nose insisted despite being very embarrassed: "Mr. Morgan, please cooperate, thank you."

While speaking, he pressed his fingers quietly.

The work light on the handheld metal detector, also went out.

What kind of person the other party is, Big Nose knows very well in his heart, and he doesn't even believe it if he says he doesn't have a weapon.

But he didn't want to conflict with the other party, so he just put on a show.

No matter what, it's good to be able to fool the past.

"You're a smart man." Ethan noticed the movement of his hands, and opened his arms with a smile. The slender barrel of the python revolver at his waist appeared so brightly under the eyes of the big nose.

However, he seemed to be blind, and scanned a few times casually with a metal detector that had failed.

Ethan felt guilty in his heart, such a sensible guy made him lose his job last time, I'm really sorry, this time, I won't mess with him.

The two people behind were also checked.

They also took the Glock with Ethan's suggestion, and now they are afraid that they will not be able to get in.

However, it seems that all this is smooth.

"correct."

Ethan patted Big Nose's arm: "Is Rebecca in there?"

Big Nose froze, but chose to keep his mouth shut.

No matter how flexible he is, he still has to follow a little bit of basic professional ethics. After all, the big boss is not someone to mess with.

"Don't worry, I'm friends with her."

Ethan said calmly, "Have you forgotten? I was the one who rescued her in the Moon of Chino."

"Sorry." Remembering that the other party also knew the big boss, Big Nose said quickly: "If Ms. Bowman comes to the club, it will usually be at 09:30 in the evening."

"Do you need my help to notify Ms. Bowman?"

"Thank you, no need." Ethan nodded and walked inside: "Just treat it as a surprise for her."

There is still more than an hour, don't worry, just play around and the time will pass.

Not only has the security level increased, but after the membership system has been adjusted, Savoy will not accept admission tickets.

Inside the club, the lights are feasting.

The interior decoration is completely new, and with the cooperation of lighting, it has a sense of future technology.

But these are small details. In this kind of place, the atmosphere is secondary. The most important thing is the girl.

Compared with before, Savoy's girls are several grades higher.

They were all in their twenties, all with long legs, snake waists, and curvy figures.

And according to Ethan's visual inspection, it should be all natural.

When walking, the amplitude of the vibration is very natural, and there is no feeling of stiffness at all, which is very rare.

The stewardess, holding a tray of drinks, walked past tremblingly.

Well, Ethan figured out from the baggy skirt and red hat that the blond chick was playing a flight attendant.

"Gudu."

Atwater swallowed excitedly: "Strip club, can it still be like this?"

Obviously, it is impossible.

The dancers on the dance floor are already naked, and their movements are full of charm.

In the small booths below, the lap dancers interacted very closely with the customers. Amid the emotional music, many people raised their hands and laughed.

There are dozens of high-quality beauties here, to say the least.

Most of them have an Eastern European style, which is already out of the category of strip clubs and has evolved to another level.

Without the support of powerful people, this kind of club will be shut down in minutes.

But looking at the way these people are indulging in joy, it is obvious that they don't take those things into account at all.

Compared with before, the club's customers have also undergone great changes.

They are all well-dressed and gentle.

The wads of cash on the table also made Rusek hold his pockets in shame, shopping around and throwing them away. He was too embarrassed to take out the hundreds of dollars in his pockets.

The Savoy Gentlemen's Club has turned into a gold-selling cave.

"Let's go." Ethan walked towards the dance floor calmly, pulled out a chair and sat down peacefully.

The other two also hurriedly followed, but they seemed a lot more restrained. There was no way, in this place, money is the courage of a man, and if there is no money, naturally there is no courage.

However, the two men quickly adjusted and watched the performance on the dance floor with great interest.

"gentlemen?"

A girl in business attire walked over quickly and handed over the tablet computer in her hand with a smile.

Ethan took the computer and reached into his coat pocket.

At the edge of the strip dance floor, there is a wooden table like a dining table, which is used to place personal belongings.

Things like keys, drinks, cell phones, and cash.

"Boom."

Three stacks of Franklin weighed heavily on it.

"For small bills." Ethan flicked his fingers on the tablet, and then returned the computer: "These things are fine, thank you."

"You're welcome."

The business girl leaned over to take the computer, and said with a smile, "Please wait a moment, I'll be right over."

"damn it."

Rusek sighed, shook his head and said, "Now I have a deep understanding of what you mean by saying that the wallet should be thick."

As for the small bills in his pocket, he was too embarrassed to take them out.

"Don't worry about it, just live your own life well." Ethan put his arms around the two people on the left and right, and patted their shoulders: "Put away your money, and I will pay for my consumption tonight."

"As a friend, that's the least I can do."

While talking, several bunny girls brought over three trays, all of which were filled with small bills, piled up like a hill.

These money are always kept in the club and are specially used for exchange.

It's not a guy with a white cloth on his head, and normal rich people wouldn't throw Franklin around.

It’s much more comfortable to switch to small bills. It looks extraordinarily heroic, and you won’t feel heartache when you spend it. In fact, it will cost you faster if you calculate it this way, which is also a little trick of the club.

"Snapped."

Ethan slapped the bunny girl's buttocks, then picked up a stack of small bills and stuffed them into the slippery neckline.

Not much, only two or three hundred dollars.

Without him talking, the other two bunny girls turned around with a smile on their faces, and actively showed their perky buttocks.

Another two slaps, and another handful of cash.

"Give me a tip~" Ethan lit a cigarette, and looked at the two guys who were stunned on the spot: "It's hard work for me to bring the money here."

The corners of Atwater's eyes twitched, he didn't expect the life of a rich man to be so unpretentious.

A slap is more than one day's salary.

He also suddenly wanted to be slapped twice by others, it was such a happy feeling.

"Yes, party time."

Rusek laughed, not being polite to Ethan, and slapped him three times, the feeling of slapping his hands was really worth it.

He immediately grabbed the cash and shoved out the tip tremblingly. (end of this chapter)