My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 315 Street Fight
Jia Bo knew him well, and there was a strong killing intent in his tone.

After hearing Ethan's brief account of what he had experienced, he also slapped the steering wheel hard. "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Go to this address first." Ethan clicked on the photos, and he had other plans in mind.

He took out his phone again and called Buzz.

Sonny was dead, and it had to be made clear to him.

After hearing what Ethan said, Buzz was silent for more than ten seconds, then gritted his teeth and asked about the specific situation.

It's just that Ethan doesn't have any clue now, and under his various persuasion, Buzz gave up the idea of ​​coming over.

Throwing the phone aside, Ethan rubbed his temples with a headache.

"What is the use of you looking for this person?"

Jaber picked up the photo and looked at the person above.

Ethan lit a cigarette: "She lives here, maybe she will know some useful clues about those people."

"No matter what this time, we must expose the man wearing the cowboy hat."

"do not worry."

Jaber stepped on the accelerator: "I will help you."

"You go back first, your task is also very important, get rid of these things quickly." Ethan picked up the watch and tossed it:

"I'll call you when I need it."

Seeing what Jabo wanted to say, Ethan interrupted him again: "I won't be polite to you, okay."

Jia Bo could only nod his head and drive seriously.

Volvo soon came to a small border city, which was much larger than Banshee Town.

Compared with Oceanside, it has a different scenery, and it looks similar to southern Texas.

The people walking by the side of the road also looked tough.

After the Volvo crossed several streets, it stopped slowly at the corner of the street, and Jaber turned his head:

"It's right in front of the street park."

"Ok."

Ethan picked up the photo and was about to push the car door, but Jabo stopped him:
"I know you want to avenge yourself, so I won't say anything. If you have something to do, you must call. I will stay in Oceanside during this time."

"For you, I will always help you for free."

"Shet, don't say such things."

Ethan punched him hard, turned and got out of the car.

"Mother Falk."

Jia Bo let out a cry of pain and rubbed his shoulder vigorously.

He glanced at Ethan who was walking forward with a backpack, turned the steering wheel, and left quickly.

There was a huge amount of belongings in the car, and he didn't dare to wander around like Ethan.

Ethan threw his backpack behind him and walked forward with a cigarette in his mouth.

On the side of the road, groups of old Mo gathered on the side of the road, hoping to get a job. The afternoon sun fell on the wall of the street, making it a dim yellow.

Not far away, there was a cheer.

Taking a closer look, there were more than 20 people gathered in a small alley.

In the middle position, the two are wrestling together.

Others waved banknotes, all tall and well-built in vests or plaid shirts.

Clearly, there is a street fight going on here.

With a heavy punch, the shirtless white man with long blond hair knocked his opponent to the ground and won the match.

The blond man grinned grinningly, tossing his frantic long hair behind his head.

He happened to see Ethan walking by outside, and stretched out his arm to point.

Leaning against the wall, the organizer of the competition with black-rimmed glasses saw this and quickly shouted at Ethan:
"Hey, you, want to fight?"

Ethan stopped, glanced at the people inside and the blood-stained loess ground, smiled and shook his head.

As soon as he refused, the man with black-rimmed glasses became excited:
"Please, look at you, don't tell me you want to miss out on $500."

Ethan's current attire is indeed similar to that of the people inside, or worse.

At least the clothes of the people inside were clean and tidy, unlike him, which was dusty and dusty, with a thick layer of dust on their boots.

Plus his black hair, messy clothes, and the backpack on his body.

In the eyes of these people, he was a stowaway who had just come from Mexico.

In Mexico, 60.00% of the population is a mixture of Indians and Spanish whites. There are as many people with a skin color like Ethan's in Mexico.

"Please, for a bitch like him, I'll add another hundred."

The man with long blond hair took out his wallet from the back of his jeans, took out a copy of Franklin, and threw it into the felt hat held by the man with black-rimmed glasses.

His ex-girlfriend was pried away by such a little boy.

Ever since he experienced that kind of thing, he was angry when he saw a handsome man. Now that he saw Ethan, he was even more angry. He would rather pay more to lure him than to beat him up.

Ethan flicked his finger, and the cigarette butt fell to the corner of the wall.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Why not earn 600 yuan.

"Gentlemen, rejoice, we have a new challenger."

Seeing him walk in, the black-rimmed glasses suddenly became excited, and he quickly called the onlookers to place bets.

"Hahaha."

The others were also happy to see the joke and laughed out loud.

Every day, a few of these unlucky people are tricked, they can't earn a penny, and they get beaten for nothing.

They also quickly took out money and put it on the blond man.

Although the odds are low, it is not bad to earn money for a meal. Everyone looked at Ethan eagerly.

It was like a little sheep breaking into the pack of wolves.

"how to spell?"

Ethan didn't take off his backpack, looked at the shirtless blond man, and asked the man with black-rimmed glasses next to him.

"You can't attack the lower body."

The competition organizer with black-rimmed glasses has a square face and is fleshy. He adjusted his glasses: "Others, you can do whatever you want."

Ethan nodded and walked towards the middle of the field.

The blond man also greeted him excitedly, looking at him sneeringly.

At this moment, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped across the alley, the window slowly lowered, and a middle-aged white man with a goatee and a big back looked into the alley.

He was wearing a blue striped suit, and his beard and sideburns were grizzled, giving him an air of calm and prestige.

In the alley, following the order of the black-rimmed glasses, the blond man rushed towards Ethan with his fists waving.

"Boom."

Ethan came last, kicked his dusty boots with a gust of wind, and landed on his chest.

The blond man snorted, flew back and hit the wall, and fell to the ground.

The scene was silent.

Ethan slowly retracted his legs, walked up to the black-rimmed glasses and stretched out his hand:

"Now you can pay me."

The man with black-rimmed glasses had a stiff face, silently picked out six Franklin cards from the felt hat and handed them to Ethan.

"Thank you."

Ethan shrugged, took the money in his hand, walked out of the alley and continued towards the street park ahead.

In the Mercedes-Benz, a middle-aged white man wiped his gray beard.

He smiled with satisfaction, started the car and followed Ethan.

(End of this chapter)