Seeing Jabber's angry appearance, Ethan lit a cigarette.

Jason's outstretched hand was stunned, wondering why the bald head in front of him had such a big reaction.

Jabber paced back and forth, he didn't want to go through the previous things of stealing corpses, digging pits, and burying people.

He stopped and said to Ethan:

"Why don't we just kill this mom Fark."

"Oh."

Jason hurriedly waved his hand frantically, "Dude, don't do this, I'm still here." ”

"Shut up."

Ethan lit his hand holding a cigarette, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, no one wants to kill you, and at the same time, no one wants to see your little bean ding." ”

He then said to Jabber, "This is what Hood meant, he owes the father of this child a favor." ”

Only then did Jabber pout, put on his sunglasses, and looked at Jason, who was hurriedly getting dressed.

Moments later, they returned to Davis's Bar, and after a few flashes of white light in the utility room, Jaber and Jason walked out.

Seeing Jabber's unhappy look, Jason consciously found a seat on the other side of the bar.

Candy Candy's face turned strange when she saw Jason sit down.

"What's the matter?" Ethan banged on the bar.

Candy poured wine for him and Jabber, pouted, and said:

"It's okay, I just thought it was funny, there were so many seats in the whole bar, and he chose the chair that the real Lucas Hood sat on the day he died."

Ethan looked over to the other slice, where Jason was holding a bottle of beer, boredly spitting smoke rings.

Garber took a sip of wine and whispered:

"I said, your reaction to this kid is not too calm, he doesn't know where it came from, and he doesn't know what trouble he caused."

"My suggestion is to dig a pit and bury him, clean up."

"Forget it, he's just a young man in his twenties." Candy shook his head and said:

"And his dad was also a man with a sense of justice, when Lucas Hood was killed in a conflict with Procott's men in order to defend me."

"Hood also lives with his identity, for the sake of his father's face, we should give him a second chance."

Jia Bo reluctantly put down his glass, "When did we become a charity club?" ”

At this time, Jason Hood saw that there was no one else in the bar, so he opened his mouth directly to them and asked:

"Excuse me, when will my fake documents be ready?"

"Fake documents?"

Jaber turned his head slowly, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Jason didn't know why, and nodded quickly.

"Bichi, what do you think we're doing?"

Jabber stood up and said in an unkind tone:

"Do you think this is some kind of fake document workshop? The kind of broken credentials that cost fifty bucks to get you sneaking into a bar. ”

"I'm helping you change your identity directly, do you know what I mean?"

"The new name, credit history, social security number, and special birth certificate, all of them are real."

Ethan and Candy both laughed and touched their glasses, as long as anyone questioned Jabb's skills, he would be like a spur.

"Okay, sorry." Jason hurriedly said that he had no ill intentions.

If it weren't for the fact that he really couldn't help it, Jason would have wanted to slip away a long time ago, and the people he met here were more terrifying than the other.

Garber walked straight up to Jason and stared at him.

"Boy, let me finish my sentence."

"When I'm done with my work and given you a new identity, you're going to go as far as you can."

"You have to make sure that we don't see you or hear from you again, if you dare to appear in front of us again, use Hood's identity to threaten us to wipe your ass, or ask us to do anything for you"

Garber took out a pistol from his waist and slapped it in front of Jason, saying word by word:

"I swear, I'll put all the bullets in this gun into your skin with my own hands, understand?"

Jason swallowed his saliva, his Adam's apple slipped, and he nodded quickly.

Garber stared at him for a moment, then grabbed a bald head, then put the gun back in his back and returned to his seat.

In the evening, the Sava Gentlemen's Club.

Ethan and Jabber sat in a corner of the dance floor, watching the strippers perform hard.

When he walked into the club, the gauze on Ethan's head also attracted attention.

Minor injuries were not in the line of fire, and the old buddies gave thumbs up to show their admiration.

After taking a sip of wine, Garber turned to Ethan and asked:

"By the way, what's the wound on your head?"

Ethan grabbed a thick wad of one-dollar bills, his fingers flicking quickly across the dance floor, and the bills were raised.

"If you don't say I'll forget."

Ethan stopped his movements and whispered to Jabber:

"When you go back to New York tonight, help me prepare a set of guys, cars, guns, and clothes."

Jia Bo raised his eyebrows and said, "Who are you going to fight against, do you need help?" ”

"I'll do it myself."

Ethan grinned, revealing his white teeth.

"Okay, I'll have Jason Hood's ID ready in two days, and I'll bring you what you need by the way."

Jabber turned around and threw the small bills in his hand onto the dance floor, and the bills fell one after another, like a rain of banknotes.

Seeing this, the graceful strippers on the dance floor twisted their waists and walked over.

Ethan smiled and waved vigorously, and the bills flew all over the sky.

Although they are all small bills, they can't hold a lot of money, and they fly out for hundreds of dollars in two or three clicks.

"I mean, you bastard is really not distressed to spend my money."

Garbor glared at him, and then took a wad of bills in front of him and placed them in front of Ethan.

"Who let you say that tonight is all for you."

Ethan unceremoniously bit his cigarette, looked at the frantically shaking electric buttocks in front of him, and grabbed another handful and stuffed it into the thong.

At this time, because the dancers were all around the two of them, the others were dissatisfied, and there was a burst of boos.

A strong man wearing a vest with a meaty face was even more on fire, and the cutie in front of him jumped farther and farther, and ran directly to the opposite side.

Annoyedly, he put away his twenty dollars and walked around the dance floor to Ethan.

Jaber had long been bored, and when he saw the situation in front of him, he instantly became interested.

The man in the vest walked up to Ethan, leaned on the dance floor, showed off a tattoo, and said:

"You two little white faces have so much money, don't you mind asking me to spend a little for you, right?"

"I don't mind, please."

Ethan waved his hand indifferently, then put down his glass.

"Eggless guys."

The man in the vest didn't expect these two people to be so cowardly, he grabbed a dirty beard, and triumphantly reached out to grab the banknote in front of Ethan.

Before he could catch the money, Ethan held his hand, picked up the ashtray next to him and slammed it into his palm.

"Bang."

"Ahh

After a scream, Ethan picked up the ashtray and looked at it, it was so thick that it couldn't be broken.

The dancers on the dance floor were used to the situation, and they calmly pushed back a few steps.

He slammed it twice in succession, and in a cry of pain, the ashtray flew out of his hand.

"Fakyu." The man in the vest covered his bloody hands.

"No, it's Fakyu."

Procott appeared next to them and said to the man in the tank top, "Now get out of my club." ”

(End of chapter)