My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 442
After some persuasion, his depressed mood relaxed a lot.

When something was on his mind, Horstead quickly passed drunk.

Ethan and Antonio put him on the bed and leave quickly.

"Would you like to go for a drink?"

Walking downstairs, Ethan was a little annoyed by this kind of thing, and asked Antonio.

"No."

Antonio flicked the key, and said with a complicated expression: "Now I just want to go home and spend time with the children."

"Well, I really need to spend more time with my family."

Ethan bumped fists with him, watching Antonio's vehicle leave quickly.

Going home by himself was also alone, Ethan stood there smoking a cigarette and swimming aimlessly across the river.

From what happened just now, he could see that what Horstead wanted was for the pedophile to be punished by the law. Only in this way could the family members of the victim let go of the past.

Everyone's code of conduct is different, and there's nothing to say about that.

But the matter has passed for many years, and it is not easy for him to successfully reverse the case.

Enticing that pedophile to commit another crime is also an option.

But it will cause innocent people to be hurt. In order to avoid this, he must press every step of the way, which is easy to put himself in.

When the red light came on, he brought the car to a slow stop.

"puff."

While he was in a daze, someone suddenly splashed a spoonful of foamy water on the front windshield.

Ethan reached for the pistol reflexively, while bending down.

He was about to rush to the co-pilot, but found that instead of a gunshot, there was a creaking sound of glass being scraped.

Damn, this is begging for rubbing cars on the side of the road.

Ethan cursed secretly, turned around and sat up, and released his hand from the handle of the gun.

An old white man dressed in sloppy clothes, wearing a knitted hat, and carrying a child on his back, was cleaning the glass vigorously.

He took ten dollars out of his pocket, ready to send the man away.

The knit cap of the old white man trembled slightly with the movement of his hands. He raised his head and showed an ugly smile at the people in the car.

Seeing the wrinkles on his face brought back memories.

"Frank?" Ethan lowered the window and asked in surprise.

"It's you?"

Frank also stopped wiping, his eyes widened: "My friend, I said this car looks familiar, but the license plate number is different."

"Thought you had left Chicago."

The handsome guy in front of him had a drink with him last time, and Frank never forgot him, so he went there to find such a good friend.

It's a pity that after the handsome guy left with the two hot girls in his arms, he never saw anyone again.

Now that they met unexpectedly, Frank was very pleasantly surprised, and his wrinkled face was full of smiles.

"I changed to a local license plate, which is more convenient."

With dozens of seconds left before the red light, Ethan took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "It's so late, are you still working?"

"No way, you also know that I have to raise six children."

Frank scratched his head and took the cigarette.

He greedily sniffed it a few times, then took out the lighter and lit it: "Life is not easy, if you can earn a little more to subsidize the family, earn a little more."

Last time I thought he was lying to me, but I didn't expect it to be true.

It's past nine o'clock now, and I came out to beg with a child on my back. It seems that life is really difficult.

Ethan leaned forward and lit a cigarette on one of his lighters:
"Frank, I underestimated you."

He exhaled a puff of smoke: "You are a man, with you here, your child must be very happy."

"My friend, you still understand me."

Frank hammered his chest, then squatted down: "Come on, look at my child, this is the youngest one, Liam."

Behind him, a child who was only about one year old was wrapped in a dirty bedding.

Curly hair, black skin, looks lethargic.

"Are you sure you didn't hold the wrong child?" Ethan was a little messy.

"One hundred percent, it's my seed." It seemed that he had faced many such doubts, and Frank was determined, as if he didn't need to doubt it.

Well, Ethan also felt that he was making a fuss.

If a black man can find a white wife, is it not allowed for others to find a black wife?
"Sorry, I misunderstood."

Ethan saw that there were more than ten seconds left at the red light, and quickly took out a hundred dollars from his pocket: "Go back and rest early, the child is about to fall asleep."

Frank wiped the glass clean quickly, then took a few steps back: "No need."

"You are my friend, this service is free."

"Are you sure?" Ethan held out the money: "Take it, for your family."

"Okay." Frank hesitated for a moment, and took the money: "This is for the family, who knows what those poor children are going through?"

Hearing the horn sounding from behind, he hurried to the side of the road:
"Tomorrow night, at the Eleph's bar."

"If you have time, I'll buy you a beer."

Ethan stretched out his hand out of the car window, made an OK gesture, and drove forward slowly.

I wanted to ask him for a drink, but when I saw the child on his back, I forgot it. Not only did it delay others from raising their children, but it also delayed others from earning money.

We can only talk about it another day.

The weather was getting colder, and in the rearview mirror, Frank was hopping on the side of the road, waiting for the next wave of traffic lights.

After turning a few blocks, I saw neon lights flashing on a building in the distance.

The poster in the corner shows a huge ring-shaped spaceship suspended in space, with a planet in the background.

2001 A Space Odyssey.

He immediately pulled over and parked. It's been a long time since he watched a movie, so it's good to relax.

The price of the old movie was super cheap. After buying the tickets, he walked to the popcorn shop. This was the peak season for watching movies, and there was a long queue here.

"Hey girl, get me two extra-large glasses."

When it was about to be Ethan's turn, a shout sounded from the front, and one of the white men in a baseball uniform continued with a mean smile:

"Both must be oversized, I don't like small things."

"That's right, haha."

The companion on the side laughed and fist-bumped him, while looking maliciously at the popcorn salesman in a thin T-shirt.

This is a Caucasian girl with fair and delicate skin and beautiful looks.

Bright big eyes, with a bit of stubbornness between the brows.

The size of her chest is actually not too small. The two boys in front just like to tease others with words and get fun from it.

In the eyes of these people, as a popcorn salesman, bullying is bullying, so what else can he do.

The salesperson pursed his lips, ignored the two of them, and was busy with his work.

"I said, why don't you two like small things?"

A clear voice sounded from behind: "I see, are your things smaller?"

The curly-haired man in a maroon baseball uniform turned around abruptly. When he saw the little gap that Ethan had pinched, he immediately became angry from embarrassment, and immediately rolled up his sleeves:

"What the hell are you talking about, believe it or not, I'll beat all your eggs out."

Although he himself drank, he could smell the alcohol on their bodies from a long distance away, and Ethan also moved his shoulders, showing a faint smile:

"I hope your strength is not as small as your things."

(End of this chapter)