Looking at Jenny, who was leaving in a hurry, Ethan touched his pocket.

At this moment, footsteps sounded and a cigarette flew in.

Ethan raised his hand to catch it, and the strangely dressed man was walking towards him, black leather pants and long boots.

He wore a white shirt with a black waistband, bewitching eyeshadow, and a braided hair similar to a mohican.

Ethan took out a lighter and lit it, and helped the other party light it.

"Don't worry, there is no judgment, I don't care about these bullshit things." The weird man didn't care with a face full of eyes.

Ethan tapped his finger on the cigarette, and the butt of the cigarette that had just been lit did not flick off any ash.

"I remember you, last time you drove a motorcycle, wearing a leather suit, right?"

"I remember you too, just call me Jabber." After looking him up and down, Jaber asked, "How does your skin stay so good, and what kind of cosmetics do you use?" ”

Ethan was speechless for a moment, but he didn't expect Jaber to pop up such a sentence.

Since taking the self-healing potion, he can feel that his skin condition is getting better day by day, and the original rough pores have become more refined.

But it was the first time a man had asked him this question.

Ethan coughed and said quietly:

"I'm straight."

"Fayu, I don't care if you're straight or curved, and you're not my type."

"What's the matter with your hair?"

Ethan quickly changed the subject and pointed to the top of his head, the last time he saw him, he was bald.

"Don't you know what a wig is? Or is it that there is no such magical thing in this rural place? ”

Ethan choked on and didn't know what to say.

Garbor didn't say anything more, silently looking at Hood not far away, and then shifted his gaze to Carly farther away, the cigarette butt flickering and the eyes became fierce.

Carly and Gordon were together, and the two of them hugged Tifa, completely oblivious to Jabb's gaze.

Jabber cursed a female cousin and threw the cigarette on the ground.

Ethan didn't hear it, and smoked silently.

Hood finally managed to get the F.B.I. agent Dean Xavier over and saw the two of them standing together, looking tired.

"Ethan, this is my friend Jab, Jabber is Ethan."

Hood stretched out his hand and gestured casually, introducing the two of them to each other.

Ethan's eyes narrowed, and there was a fuchsia scar on Hood's swinging wrist, both of which were the same.

In his experience, this is handcuffed to an object, and this kind of injury to the wrist can only be caused by the desperate struggle, which is often seen in some prisoners who have been addicted to drugs.

"We've met for a long time, you're a good friend, and you're dressed tastefully."

"I didn't expect you to be quite good at talking in addition to being handsome." Garber raised an eyebrow and looked at Ethan with an appreciative expression.

"What's going on with your hands, can you tell me about it?"

Ethan raised his hand and asked.

Hood's eyes flickered, and when he was trying to find a suitable excuse, Jaber pursed his lips, and he couldn't hold back, "What else can it be, that female cousin... ”

"Jab, shut up."

Hood shouted in a low voice, and the atmosphere became cold.

Jabber gritted his teeth, clasped his hands on his chest, and looked angrily in Carly's direction.

"I'll go first." Hood didn't bother to make any more excuses, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

"You're a good guy, there's a chance we can drink together."

Seeing that Jaber was also leaving, Ethan shouted loudly, and Garber waved his hand back and gave him an OK gesture in return.

Hood and the two of them got into a pale yellow open-top classic car, and Jaber slapped the car to let Hood leave, when Carly walked to the side with Tifa in her arms, and when she saw Jabbie, her footsteps stopped.

Jabber looked at her with a sneering expression, then flicked his middle finger hard.

Hood didn't lift his head and slammed down the accelerator, and a puff of car exhaust sprayed at Carly, who was stunned on the spot.

The next day, Ethan received an unexpected phone call.

Jenny Kendall called and invited him to her house for dinner in the evening.

Ethan couldn't shirk it several times, so he had to agree.

At the end of the day, he drove the Dodge Challenger to Kendall's house, and it would take a few days to fix the car.

It's a historic villa, with stone walls and a small fountain in front of the house, and the view around the house shows that the Banshee Town grown-ups are in a very good financial situation.

Ethan honked his horn, the electric fence door opened, and he pulled the car to a stop next to the fountain.

"Ethan, welcome to my house."

Dan Kendall stood in the doorway, smiling at Ethan, eight teeth bared, pretty standard.

"Thank you, you're so kind."

When Ethan approached, Kendall shook hands with Ethan and welcomed him into the house.

Jenny heard the movement and walked out of the kitchen, brushing her hair behind her ears and happily greeting Ethan.

Seeing that she was in good spirits, Ethan also smiled and handed the red wine in his hand to Jenny.

After a few polite conversations, Kendall took Ethan to the living room and sat down, and Jenny went back to the kitchen to continue her busy work.

"Come and try this cigar, my friend brought it to me, authentic Cuban."

Kendall took a cigar from the cigar cabinet, handed one to Ethan, and demonstrated it to him.

After a tedious process, Ethan grabbed the cigar and wanted to crush it in the ashtray, this kind of thing that can only be enjoyed by tasting it slowly is really not suitable for his own kind of turtle, or cigarettes are more enjoyable.

After listening to Kendall's words about the governance of Banshee Town for ten minutes, Ethan, who was restless, finally waited for Jenny's voice to announce the opening of the meal.

Outside, it's dark, and the dining room is illuminated by giant crystal lamps, and a marble table sits with three beef ribs and a large plate of tempting pasta.

When Ethan sat down, Jenny put a small plate of macaroni in front of him.

Kendall also opened the red wine that Ethan had brought, he raised his red wine glass, and said with a smile to Ethan:

"Ethan, welcome again, thank you for your help to Jenny."

"Thanks, I didn't actually do anything, it looks really good, I'll start first."

Ethan didn't want to go on with red tape all the time, so he took a sip of red wine, grabbed a fork and rolled up the macaroni and put it in his mouth.

After chewing a few times, Ethan's eyes lit up, Jenny's craftsmanship is okay, unexpectedly delicious.

As he ate dinner, Kendall couldn't stop talking, but the conversation shifted from policy to Procott.

Ethan listened to Kendall rambling about Procott's incriminating evidence, and smiled at Kendall from time to time, and the action of eating in his hands never stopped.

Jenny peeked at Ethan from time to time, and the atmosphere was peaceful.