Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 119: Wearing Sunglasses at Night

Botu's face got all serious; he finally figured out Alvin wasn't just some weak-ass thief.

With a deep voice, Botu asked, "So, who the hell are you? Why are you here looking for me?"

Alvin usually didn't waste his breath on enemies, but Botu was different. He hated this guy's guts. Why not make him sweat a little before he bites the dust? Payback for those kids he turned into freaks?

It was 2 AM, and the parking lot was dead empty. The dim lights cast creepy shadows on Alvin's face. He tilted his head, smirked, and said, "Hey Botu, I'm Alvin.

Been kinda busy lately, so I couldn't drop by sooner. But hey, revenge never gets old, right?"

Botu was freaked out, not expecting Alvin to track him all the way to LA. He thought maybe Sowanda had ratted him out.

With suspicion, Botu asked, "How'd you find me? What's your beef with us? You gonna wipe out all our guys in New York?"

Alvin grinned, looking around with a dark expression, "You sent my students to hell, so now it's your turn!"

He waved his hand to shut Botu up; no need to hear his crap. He just needed to scream soon enough!

Alvin continued, "It's the digital age, man. You carry a phone for your dirty work and think I wouldn't track you down?"

Botu bolted, moving faster than a regular dude. He knew he couldn't take on someone who took down the New York branch of the Handshake Association.

As he jumped over the second car, ready to leap over the parking lot wall, a golden vine wrapped around his leg.

Botu yanked at the vine with all his might, but it was no use.

A small knife appeared in his hand, and he slashed at the vine, but it didn't even scratch it. Worse, he felt the vine's thorns piercing him, draining his energy. He got weak real quick!

The golden vine coiled around Botu like a python and squeezed. He collapsed at the base of the parking lot wall, like a bug caught in a spider's web, waiting to be eaten!

So far, Botu had played the villain role well. When he realized he couldn't escape, he didn't struggle or beg for mercy.

Botu glared coldly at Alvin, about to speak, when Alvin slapped half his teeth out.

Botu sat on the ground, despairing, leaning against the wall. He'd never met someone like Alvin, who was totally unreasonable and didn't play by any rules. Now, he couldn't even provoke him into killing him quickly!

Botu struggled, moving his crooked mouth, about to say something, when he got slapped again. He sadly held his fallen teeth in his mouth, wanting to say a final goodbye to them!

Botu wasn't scared of dying; none of the Handshake Association's leaders were. But Alvin's attitude freaked him out. Not fearing death had its limits; at least the body should stay intact. But Alvin didn't seem like the type to let him die easy!

With his swollen cheeks, Botu, looking like a toothless old lady, made a final effort to die quickly. But without teeth, he couldn't even bite off his own tongue!

Botu could only painfully bang the back of his head against the wall, trying to die quickly. He didn't even care why Alvin wanted to kill him anymore!

Alvin kinda admired this guy. He hadn't screamed once. This wasn't good; Frank would laugh at him.

Pulling out the whaling harpoon he borrowed from Frank, he stabbed it into Botu's shoulder, awkwardly twisting it for a while before finally ripping off one of Botu's arms. He didn't even care about the intense gunfight happening just a wall away!

Alvin wiped the sweat off his forehead; this kind of messy work was definitely more Frank's style.

Seeing his arm get hacked off so clumsily by Alvin, Botu finally let out a blood-curdling scream. No way any doc could fix an arm chopped off like that!

Alvin grinned at Botu's terrified screams. He figured out their weak spot. They weren't scared of pain, but losing limbs? Perfect!

Without a second thought, Alvin quickly chopped off Botu's other arm.

Summoning the Corpse Flower, he fed Botu's arms to it right in front of him.

Botu was done for. Anyone who had both arms chopped off so brutally would either die from the pain or bleed out!

Struggling to speak, Botu wanted to know where he went wrong.

Alvin ignored him. They were about to go to hell; no need to know all that.

Not wanting to waste more time, Alvin let the Corpse Flower start munching on Botu from his feet, slowly devouring him. Botu would still be alive for a bit.

Botu screamed in terror, thrashing around, trying to escape the terrifying Corpse Flower, but it was useless. He only died after his legs were chewed off. Alvin figured he must've been scared to death; even tough guys have their limits!

Until Botu, with wide-open eyes, was completely chewed up and swallowed by the Corpse Flower, Alvin finally breathed a sigh of relief. This mess was finally over! He could chill in Los Angeles for a few more days before heading back to New York. Alvin was starting to miss home!

Dismissing the Corpse Flower, Alvin leaned against the wall, lit a cigar, and looked up at the early morning sky in Los Angeles. He wondered if a guy named Kobe Bryant should be getting up now?

Taking a couple of puffs of his cigar, Alvin sighed deeply. Traveling all the way to Los Angeles to chop up Botu, and after succeeding, he didn't feel that happy! Maybe he wasn't cruel enough. Next time, this kind of thing should be left to Frank; he would definitely do a better job! After all, Alvin had never seen anyone in Frank's hands have a good end!

While Alvin was lost in thought, a black figure jumped down from the high wall.

Alvin was surprised to see the guy in front of him. He looked familiar; he must have seen him before!

In the middle of the night, a black man wearing black sunglasses, dressed in black leather in California's summer, with a black leather trench coat, this guy was quite unique.

This guy had a long sword strapped to his back. Judging by the sword's position, Alvin thought he must be a master swordsman because Alvin himself couldn't draw a sword from that position!

When this black master bared his sharp fangs and gave a cold smile, Alvin finally remembered who he was. He was Blade, the vampire hunter!

Thinking about it, the gunfight on the other side of the wall must have been his doing. The seven or eight still-bleeding bullet holes on his body were quite obvious.

This guy seemed to like showing off. With seven or eight bullets in him, he jumped down from such a high wall, and the first thing he did was strike a cool pose in front of Alvin!

Alvin smiled and said to Blade, "Need me to call you an ambulance?"

Then he pointed to the holes in Blade's leather jacket and said, "You don't look so hot!"

Blade tightened his trench coat, covering his wounds, and ignored Alvin's teasing. He sniffed the large bloodstains on the ground and coldly said, "You better bounce. It's about to get real dangerous here!"

Alvin laughed and said, "Alright, I won't cramp your style! Have fun!

Honestly, you're the coolest dude I've ever seen!"