Ethan nodded, picking up a napkin and wiping his mouth.

Flynn scoffed, then turned to Liviera again, "It seems to me that your girlfriend thinks I'm annoying." ”

"You don't even want to deal with people like me and think I'm too rude, right?"

After speaking, he looked at Liviera's chest, and then suddenly reached out and took her hand on the table, gently rubbing the back of her hand:

"You have a big misunderstanding of people like me, and I can be a gentleman."

"If you don't believe me, I can show you something."

Livira withdrew her hand, slowly lowered her glass, and shook her head at Ethan, "No, it's not worth it." ”

"Yes, listen to her."

Flynn turned his head angrily, grabbed an inch, and said to Ethan with a sincere face, "Don't do it, you're not that kind of person." ”

"Trust me, I know what bad guys look like."

Ethan dropped the napkin, turned to face him, and asked lightly, "Then please tell me, what does the bad guy look like?" ”

Flynn's mouth squirmed, his palm rubbing his chin.

The atmosphere of the scene became quiet.

"Smack."

At this moment, the man who had led the team in just now stepped forward quickly and slapped his hands heavily on Flynn's shoulders:

"Leave him alone."

The middle-aged white man, with slightly bald hair, rubbed Flynn's shoulder vigorously, and smiled: "He has no malicious intentions, he just likes to scare tourists." ”

The smile on his face froze as he finished speaking.

From his vantage point, he could clearly see that Ethan's jacket was wearing a holster under his ribs.

A revolver with a long barrel, as well as a Glock, appeared in front of him.

The scene continues to be quiet.

Ethan looked at the silver-haired aunt at the bar, as well as a few tables of guests nearby, and hesitated.

At that moment, Livira spoke again:

"Calm down, it's not worth it."

The bald man's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Flynn by the neck: "I'm sorry for this young lady right away." ”

Their three accomplices, sitting behind the bar, sensed that something was wrong and quickly stood up.

A burly man with thick arms and a round waist, a small O'Neal who is alive and well.

A long-legged, black-haired woman, a royal sister fan, and finally the back of the slap by Flynn just now.

"Fack, I don't want it."

Flynn stiffened his neck, raised his hand, slowly nodded his head, and stared at Ethan: "You have the ability to fight here, I don't believe you have the guts." ”

"If you don't carry a gun, you're called a tough guy."

"Get out of the way."

Seeing Ethan's indifferent eyes, the bald man sighed in his heart, he grabbed Flynn and threw him aside to the ground: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for him." ”

"It's just a small contradiction, there's no need to use a gun."

"This meal is mine, we leave now, can we?"

"Of course, thank you then." Livira nodded and said to the bald man.

The other party didn't know that Ethan had a gun on him at first, so he ran over to dissuade him, and he didn't want to make things bigger, so Liviera decisively accepted the kindness.

The bald man looked at Ethan, slowly took out a few crumpled coins from his pocket, and placed them on the table:

"Are we all right?"

"Hmm." Ethan nodded.

The bald man smiled and raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions, then grabbed Flynn and turned away.

Several people in the company glanced at Ethan and then left.

As the group reached the back door, Flynn was still muttering when the bald man pinned him against the wall and whispered, "This is in town." ”

"How many times do you want me to warn you not to where I eat."

Ethan was deaf and clear-sighted, and clearly heard what the bald man said, but he didn't expect that this was also a principled person like Procott.

Ethan sat down again and looked at Liviera:

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine."

Livira washed her palms with ice water and said with a smile, "It's just a ruffian, you can't kill all of them." ”

"I really can't do it." Ethan shook his head:

"But you missed it, these people are not just ruffians and hooligans, the criminal gang is almost the same."

Ethan concluded that the gang must be a gang.

The bald man with the beard was the leader, Flynn and the trumpet O'Neal were thugs, with his back and bullied the one, who was obviously a newcomer and had no say in the team.

The woman with the black long hair Royal Sister Fan should be a dog-headed military advisor and be responsible for giving advice.

The number of people is small, but it is orderly.

Livira only smiled lightly, no matter how simple it was, it was just a local criminal gang, and after seeing the big battle, she couldn't look down on these people.

After such a fuss, Ethan didn't have the heart to eat any more:

"Have you eaten enough?"

Livira nodded and picked up her glass.

"Let's go, then." Ethan snatched the wine glass from her hand and drank it all in one gulp: "Don't drink, wait for you to drive, we will leave here overnight." ”

"You're too careful, aren't you?" Livira reluctantly picked up the ice water:

"These people are not a threat to you."

"You're wrong."

Ethan raised his arm, beckoned to Amber, the waitress who had been standing in the distance just now, and turned back and said:

"Even if it's a three-year-old, as long as he has a pistol in his hand, he can be a threat to me."

"I was shot in the head, and I would have died."

"Since I didn't kill Flynn on the spot just now, I chose to leave immediately, there is no need to take the risk."

At this time, the waitress Amber walked over.

It's just that her face is much uglier than just now.

Ethan clicked on the money that the bald man had thrown on the table just now, and it was more than twenty dollars more than the cost of the meal.

"You can keep it all."

He patted the table and stood up: "The rest is a tip." ”

"Okay, thanks."

A smile tugged at the corner of Amber's mouth as she put the money away.

Livira was persuaded by Ethan that since there were signs of trouble, if she didn't want to provoke her, she would simply stay away, so she picked up her heavy backpack and stood up.

The two walked out of the steakhouse together, and it was already dark outside.

Livira drove the vehicle back to the motel.

The night breeze caressed, and the two talked and laughed.

Ethan lowered the window of the car, intending to have an after-dinner cigarette, when the piercing lights suddenly turned on, and a garbage truck rushed out in a frenzy on the fork in the road next to him.

"Accelerate!" He screamed.

Livira dodged and hurriedly turned the steering wheel.

"Bang."

After a loud bang, the Ford was overturned, shattering glass and being carried by a garbage truck towards a large tree on the side of the road.

The trees shook a few times, scattering dead leaves all over the ground.

The door of the garbage truck opened, and a man with an inch head jumped out from it, he walked next to the deformed Ford, and saw the two people lying on the airbag, knocked unconscious, showing a sneer.

He spat on the ground next to him, turned around, and waved his hand in the direction of the fork in the road.

Soon, a trailer drove out again.

(End of chapter)