My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

"I'm Boyt."

Hank stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "I called your boss, and he's here to pay you back."

The two unusually burly thugs stood up, tall and strong.

A head taller than them.

"stop."

One of them looked over with vigilant eyes, and a thunderous voice sounded: "Put your hands up, don't move."

I have to say, I'm quite cautious.

Ethan smiled slightly and cooperated with the other party's body search.

If it weren't for Hank's safety, he wouldn't be willing to do such a thing. Although he was a little annoyed, he still suppressed his temper when he thought of Irene.

A pair of big hands patted his body back and forth carefully.

Then, he pinched his butt again.

"go in."

The bearded man winked at Ethan: "Okay, let's go in. I didn't expect you to have a good figure."

The corners of his eyes twitched wildly.

Ethan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

Good guy, I was actually molested. Fortunately, the other person didn't touch his vital parts, otherwise I would have to kill someone in the street.

"cough."

Hank coughed rapidly and said, "Let's go in."

He also looked a little unkind, but he was even more afraid that Ethan would explode and kill someone. It was not impossible for this guy to do such a thing.

"Ah."

With a groan, Ethan followed the two thugs inside with a cold face.

His eyes fell on their waists.

The handle of the gun is raised, and a bag bulges out from the back of the jacket.

Walking into the old-fashioned wooden door and entering the bar, the decoration style is very old-fashioned, with mottled red bricks on the walls, a bar on the left, and dark red facing booths on the right.

Inside the bar, it was extremely quiet.

It was obviously not open for business here, and there were only a few bottles of wine in the wine cabinet on the wall.

Sitting on the booth in the middle was a black-haired man.

He was slowly cutting the steak on the plate, his movements looked very elegant, and he had a faint smile on his lips.

Next to this guy, there was also a burly thug.

From the way the opponent's arm dropped, Ethan could easily tell that there was a firearm stuck under the opponent's arm. It was not clear whether it was a submachine gun or a pistol.

Ethan walked to the bar and sat down on a high stool.

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the countertop and watched with cold eyes, watching everything that happened.

"I'm Boyt."

Hank sat down opposite the black-haired man and said in a hoarse voice: "I came here about Bonnie. You are her ex-boyfriend, right?"

"Stop."

The black-haired man curled his lips and put down his knife and fork.

He grabbed a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, then took another sip of the red wine placed beside him: "Don't sound so familiar, she is just a woman I have been with, that's all."

"Didn't you pay back the money?"

He grabbed the steel fork and poked it on the table. The guy raised his eyebrows and looked at Hank: "Just put the money down. I don't understand why you want to see me. This is a waste of everyone's time."

"I'm sorry, I speak more directly."

Forking another piece of beef, the black-haired man put it in his mouth and looked at Hank with a smile.

The mouth began to chew slowly.

This comparison was very impressive and smooth. Ethan raised his thumb secretly.

Hope he can keep it up as always.

"Here's fifteen thousand."

Hank reached into his pocket and took out a crumpled wad of money: "The money Bonnie owes you is paid off now."

With a flick of his hand, the wad of money landed lightly on the table.

"I know who you are." The black-haired man's eyes turned cold and he held the steel fork hard: "But that doesn't mean you can humiliate me. Plus interest, Bonnie owes me a total of [-]!"

"Are you sending away these fifty thousand to beggars?"

"She lent you a total of thirty thousand."

Hank had a straight face and said hoarsely: "I also know who you are, and I think I can humiliate you. During this time, Bonnie has paid you back 200 yuan every week, and the money will be treated as a gift to you. "

Meaning, very obvious.

Not only is the sky-high interest directly reduced, but only half of the principal is paid back.

This fifteen thousand is a step for the other party.

How to deal with this kind of person, Hank is very experienced. He cannot be humble and must maintain a tough stance.

There is a message that needs to be conveyed.

That means I am not easy to mess with. I came here this time to give you dignity, not to scare you.

"Thirty thousand."

The black-haired man tightened his cheeks and stared at Hank coldly: "Take back the principal, let's forget it this time."

"Fifteen thousand."

Hank's attitude was strong and his tone was calm: "After you threatened Bonnie, sent people to beat her husband and threatened to burn down the company, that's all."

The black-haired man swallowed the beef and looked at the money on the table, his eyes dazed for a while.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked to the side.

One of the thugs understood, walked to the wooden door of the bar with heavy steps, clicked, and closed the door lock from the inside.

With this move, the air became tense.

When the thug walked back to Ethan, the black-haired man said with a hint of anger: "You walked into my territory so arrogantly, and sat down in front of me without receiving an invitation."

"And in a very rude manner, asked me to get half of my money back."

"This is Cicero, not Chicago."

The corners of his eyes twitched and he emphasized his tone: "Don't act like you are a big shot here."

"I don't dare to kill you, but it's totally fine to beat you up."

The one who strikes first is strong, and the one who strikes later will suffer disaster.

Regardless of whether the other party was trying to show off in front of his men, Ethan didn't intend to endure it anymore, and the bearded man kept scanning himself with strange eyes.

It is tolerable and unbearable.

His body exploded, and he kicked the thug next to him with a powerful and heavy kick.

"Boom."

A body weighing about two hundred pounds flew up out of thin air, knocking over the high stool behind it and crushing it to pieces.

The moment he stood up, he grabbed the high stool under his butt again.

With a forceful swing, he whizzed towards the thug beside the black-haired man. The heavy wooden stool hit the opponent's head hard, and several teeth flew out. The whole person fell backwards.

The other party never expected that these two people would dare to take action first.

For a while, there was no reaction.

In two or three blows, the two thugs were knocked down cleanly.

Hank reacted quickly. The moment he fell to the ground, he grabbed the knife on the table as fast as lightning.

"Boom."

The black-haired man's head was pressed hard onto the wooden table.

The sharp blade struck hard:

"do not move!"

At this time, the bearded man finally came to his senses. He hurriedly opened his coat and was about to touch inside.

"Shh."

In a flash, Ethan appeared in front of him like a ghost.

One tall and one short, one strong and one thin.

The two people stood face to face.

Ethan tilted his head and raised his eyelids.

His cold eyes were fixed on this guy who liked to use his hands and feet. (End of chapter)