After dinner, Ethan drove home

After turning on the TV and watching it for a while, his stomach was really uncomfortable, and seeing that it was still early, he decided to go out and find something to do.

Changed into casual clothes and went to the long-lost Sava Gentlemen's Club, and after buying tickets, Ethan walked straight to the side of the stage.

He found a random place to sit down, and the show soon began.

Looking at the amazing and difficult action in front of him, Ethan's eyes widened.

I didn't expect that a steel pipe could play with flowers, and with the strappers' hard performance, the stack of small bills he had changed in advance flew out without a long time.

Ethan was about to leave the club when a tall, broad-minded blonde walked by.

Ethan only glanced at it, and his memory immediately came back to life.

This physical feature is too recognizable, and the last time I came over, she puffed a puff of smoke.

The blonde noticed Ethan's gaze and smiled and grabbed his hand to take him away.

Ethan hurriedly wanted to refuse, but he didn't know what was going on, but his body took a step forward and followed.

"Alas, it seems that he is a natural gentleman and will not refuse women."

Ethan sighed and followed her to a hidden corner, where the blonde's passionate lap dance gave him a lot of knowledge, who said that Lao Mei couldn't play.

It's a pity that they can't move their hands, they can only sit obediently, and they are also afraid of being fished for law enforcement, if they are not old customers, they only have normal service.

Ethan stood up regretfully, lifted the half-hidden curtain and walked out.

He hadn't taken a few steps before he stopped.

Brock was smoking a cigar with a look of enjoyment, lying in a corner with a glass in his hand, and a redhead was dancing slowly on top of him.

Look at the posture, old customers!

The two looked at each other, and Ethan gave a thumbs up to Brock, this small waist twisted, at first glance, it was more energetic than his own.

Brock angrily grabbed a handful of nuts from a small plate next to him and threw them at him.

Seeing this, the redhead quickly stood up and walked over.

When she closed the curtains, she winked at Ethan.

Ethan laughed and left the Sava Gentlemen's Club amid Brock's curses.

I was so anxious just now, Ethan got in the car and drove in the direction of Miles' restaurant, I don't know if Daria is at work, everyone as friends, Ethan feels that he still doesn't care enough.

Parking the car outside the restaurant, Daria could be seen sitting inside the restaurant bar through the huge glass window, it was late and there were only one or two people eating in the restaurant.

Daria was enjoying a rare quiet moment, holding her head with one hand, flipping through the magazines spread out on the bar, and a smile appeared on her face from time to time, and the atmosphere of the shop was extraordinarily quiet.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ethan's restless mood also calmed down.

He smiled and pushed open the glass door of the restaurant and walked in, Daria stood up when she heard the movement, saw that it was Ethan, and happily greeted him.

"Why are you here?"

"I can't sleep at night, come out and go around, what magazine are you reading?"

Ethan sat down in the chair across from Ryaja and took a bottle of beer from her.

The two of them lay on the bar together and discussed the gossip news in the magazine, and from time to time they burst into laughter.

Just as the two were discussing gossip fiercely, someone pushed the door in.

Daria quickly got up from the stool and walked over to greet the guests, Ethan ignored her and continued to read the gossip magazines and eat melons.

"Need some cake? I did it myself. ”

"Strawberry, walnut, and finally, chocolate." Daria introduced the glass-covered cakes on the bar to the guests.

"Bring me a piece of chocolate."

A deep voice sounded, and the rich accent instantly reminded Ethan of the Ukrainian girl just now.

Daria smiled and opened the glass cover, cut a piece of chocolate cake and put it on a plate.

"I can tell you're not a local, right?"

After he sat down, Daria pushed the plate with the cake in front of the guest, "After all, everyone in the town has come to eat with me, and I haven't seen you before." ”

The man in the suit in front of him smiled and didn't speak.

"Listening to your accent, I don't know where you're from?" Daria was still curious.

The man in the suit didn't answer Darya's question, he used a stainless steel fork to flick the cake in front of him, and instead of eating it, he put his hand back into his arms.

When his hand was withdrawn, he had a Franklin sheet between his fingers.

"It's the meal, and the rest should be a tip."

"I'd like to ask you something, if you don't mind." The man in the suit pressed Franklin to the bar with a thick accent and pushed it in front of Daria.

"Of course you don't mind, what do you want to ask?"

Daria's eyes lit up and she quickly put the money away.

The man in the suit nodded in satisfaction, and tapped his fingers on the countertop.

"For example, you can tell me about the Banshee Town Police Department and their sheriff."

Ethan stopped turning the page and looked sideways, his gaze sharpening.

The man sitting in front of Daria, with a small head and a burly figure, wore a suit on him as if it was about to be propped up, and on his neck, a hideous black spider tattoo was tattooed.

The man in the suit noticed Ethan's movements, and he also turned sideways and looked at Ethan.

The money came so easily, Daria laughed happily

"Well, this is Ethan, he works at the Banshee Town Police Department, if there's anything you want to know, just ask him."

"I'll make you a milkshake, it's a giveaway."

Afraid that Ethan would be half of him, Daria snickered and ran into the back room.

But what she didn't notice was that Ethan and the man in the suit were both sitting unmoved, without blinking their eyelids, and after she left, only the sound of the fan turning overhead remained.

The last guest in the restaurant finished his meal, pushed open the glass door and walked out.

The glass door naturally retracted and slammed shut.

With his hands on the stage and his gun in his clothes, he didn't have time to touch the gun, and the moment the voice sounded, Ethan burst out and pounced like a tiger.

The man in the suit also grabbed the fork and rushed over, and the two scuffled together in an instant.

His fists and feet flew up, the man in the suit made ruthless moves, and the fork in his hand swallowed like a poisonous snake, stabbing with the sound of breaking the air from time to time

Ethan dodged the fork that went straight to his throat in a thrilling way, and lunged sideways straight forward.

Then his knees jerked up. was blocked by a pair of thick hands.

The man in the suit broke out in a cold sweat, he didn't expect this town police officer to be so vicious, although he protected the bottom, but he was led by Ethan's momentum and took a few steps back.

Ethan didn't stop, his elbow slammed into the man's ribs like a knife.

The man in the suit hurriedly blocked it with his hand, his arm was chiseled and suddenly sore, and the fork he was holding was loosened and fell.

The cold light flashed, and the fork pierced the suit and burrowed into the flesh.

He quickly retreated again, bringing out a wisp of blood.