"I'm Boit."

Hank stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I called your boss, and I came to pay back the money." ”

The two unusually burly thugs stood up, tall and strong.

A head taller than them.

"Stop."

One of them looked over with a wary gaze, and a thunderous voice rang out: "Raise your hands and don't move." ”

I have to say, quite cautious.

Ethan smiled slightly, cooperating with the other party's body search.

If it weren't for Hank's safety, he wouldn't want to do such a thing, and although he was a little annoyed, he still suppressed his temper when he thought of Irene.

A pair of big hands, carefully flapping back and forth on his body.

Then, he pinched his ass again.

"Let's go inside."

The bearded man threw a wink at Ethan: "Okay, let's go in, I didn't expect you to be in good shape." ”

The corners of the eyes, twitching wildly.

Ethan pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.

Good guy, he was insulted, but fortunately, the other party didn't touch the vital part, otherwise he would have to kill someone on the street.

"Ahem."

Hank, who was on the side, coughed sharply and said, "Let's go, let's go in." ”

His face was also a little unkind, but he was even more afraid that Ethan would explode and kill people, this kind of thing, this guy can't do it.

"Hmm."

With a muffled snort, Ethan followed the two thugs with a cold face and walked inside.

The gaze fell on their waists.

The handle of the gun is raised, and a bag is puffed up behind the coat.

Walk into the old-fashioned wooden door and come to the bar, the decoration style is very old-fashioned, the wall is red brick barge, the bar counter on the left, and the dark red opposite booth on the right.

Inside the bar, it's incredibly quiet.

It's obviously not open, and there are only a few bottles of wine in the wine cabinet on the wall.

In the middle of the booth, a black-haired man sits.

He was slowly cutting the steak on his plate, his movements looking very elegant, and a faint smile on his lips.

Next to this guy, too, stood a burly thug.

Through the extent of the opponent's arm hanging down, Ethan easily judged that the opponent had a firearm stuck in his arm, as for whether it was a submachine gun or a pistol, it was not very clear.

Ethan walked over to the bar and sat down on the barstool.

He tapped his fingertips lightly on the countertop, watching coldly, watching everything that was happening.

"I'm Boit."

Hank sat down across from the black-haired man, and his hoarse voice rang out, "I'm here for Bonnie's business, you're her ex-boyfriend, right?" ”

"Stop."

The black-haired man pouted and put down his knife and fork.

He grabbed a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, and took another sip of the red wine placed next to him: "Don't be so familiar, she's just a woman I've dealt with, that's all." ”

"Didn't you pay it back?"

Grabbing the steel fork and poking it on the table, the guy raised an eyebrow and looked at Hank: "Just put the money down, I don't understand why you're seeing me, it's a waste of everyone's time." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm a more direct person."

Picking up another piece of beef, the black-haired man put it in his mouth and looked at Hank with a smile.

The mouth chews unhurriedly.

This ratio, pretending to be first-class, very rounded, Ethan secretly cocked his thumbs.

Hopefully he can keep it up as always.

"Here's fifteen thousand."

Hank reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled wad of money, "Bonnie owes you money, and now it's paid off." ”

With a flick of his hand, the wad of money fell lightly on the table.

"I know who you are."

The black-haired man's eyes became cold, and he held the steel fork hard: "But this doesn't mean that you can humiliate me, plus interest, Bonnie owes me a total of 70,000!" ”

"This ten thousand five, are you sending beggars?"

"She borrowed a total of 30,000 from you."

Hank said hoarsely, "I also know who you are, I think I can humiliate you, during this time, Bonnie has paid you back two hundred dollars every week, and that money is considered to be given to you to spend." ”

The meaning is very obvious.

Not only is the sky-high interest directly reduced, but the principal is only half repaid.

This ten thousand five is a step for the other party.

Hank is very experienced in how to deal with this kind of person, he can't keep his voice down, and he must maintain a tough posture.

There is a message that needs to be delivered.

That is, I am not easy to mess with, and I came here this time to give you dignity, not to be afraid of you.

"Thirty thousand."

The black-haired man tightened his cheeks and stared at Hank coldly: "Take back the principal, forget it this time." ”

"Fifteen thousand."

Hank was tough and indifferent: "After you intimidated Bonnie, sent someone to beat her husband and threatened to burn down the company, that's all there is to it." ”

The black-haired man grunted the beef and looked at the money on the table, his eyes stunned.

After a few seconds, he looked up.

One of the thugs understood, walked up to the wooden door of the bar with heavy steps, clicked, and closed the lock from the inside.

With this move, the air became tense.

When the thug walked back to Ethan's side, the black-haired man's tone carried a hint of anger: "You swaggered into my territory like this, and sat down in front of me without receiving an invitation. ”

"And in a very rude manner, asking me to take back half of my money."

"This is Cicero, not Chicago."

The corners of his eyes twitched, and his tone became heavier: "Don't act like you're a big guy here." ”

"I don't dare kill you, but it's perfectly fine to beat you up."

The first hand is strong, and the second hand suffers.

Regardless of whether the other party was holding on in front of his subordinates, Ethan didn't intend to endure it any longer, and his beard kept scanning him with a strange gaze.

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

The body exploded, and with a powerful kick, it kicked straight on the body of the thug next to him.

"Bang."

The body of about 200 catties flew up out of thin air, knocked over the high stool behind it, and crushed it to pieces.

The moment he got up, he grabbed the stool under his ass again.

With a hard throw, he flew towards the thug beside the black-haired man, and the heavy wooden bench hit the opponent's head hard, and several teeth flew out, and the whole person fell backwards.

The other party didn't expect that these two people would dare to do it first.

For a while, I didn't react.

After two or three strokes, the two thugs were cleanly overturned.

Hank reacted quickly, grabbing the knife on the table like lightning at the moment of the sound of the fall.

"Bang."

The black-haired man's head was pressed hard against the wooden table.

The sharp blade hit it fiercely:

"Don't move!"

At this time, the beard finally came to his senses, and he hurriedly lifted his coat and was about to touch inside.

"Huh."

The figure flashed, and Ethan appeared in front of him like a ghost.

One tall and one short, one strong and one thin.

Two people, just standing face to face.

Ethan tilted his head, raising his eyelids.

With cold eyes, he looked fixedly at this guy who likes to move his hands and feet. (End of chapter)