Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 154: The Rules of Hellfire Boulevard

Alvin waved goodbye to Misty, who had suffered yet another setback at the restaurant.

Misty, always eager to help, had rushed over with a sense of urgency. However, encountering such a terrible smell for the first time and coming in from the wrong direction, she ended up contributing a significant amount of vomit to the already congested sewers of Hellfire Boulevard.

Fortunately, she called in the fire department for support. Seven or eight fire trucks, along with Frank and Jack opening the hydrants, began washing down the street with copious amounts of water.

Three hours later, looking at the street that seemed ravaged by a flood, Alvin reflexively sniffed the air. He still felt that the stench lingered, and his resentment towards the little turtles grew even stronger.

Residents lingered at a distance, still observing and waiting. They wanted to wait until the smell completely dissipated before returning home, especially since dawn was approaching.

Alvin couldn't wait any longer. Braving the lingering stench, he returned to the restaurant. If he didn't go and deal with those little punks, he felt like he would explode.

Frank, Steve, and Jack followed him. They were all hot-headed guys who were used to solving problems with guns, and they couldn't let such a big loss go unavenged.

Samuel, who had shown his prowess last night by beating up a blind master, also joined in. The Joseph family was still reluctant to go back and wanted to wait a bit longer. Seeing the boss storming towards the restaurant, Samuel decided to follow and see if he could help.

In the restaurant's basement freezer, four little turtles lay weak and limp, locked inside and covered in a mess. With Sunvine's full power, the turtles' energy had been completely drained. They lay on the cold floor, unable even to sit up.

The strongest, Raphael, had Michelangelo's vomited spaghetti hanging from his head. His tiny eyes stared blankly at the freezer's ceiling, feeling utterly defeated.

Two days ago, he had been peed on, and during a fight, his nose had been broken. Today, they came for revenge, but their situation only worsened. Getting caught was bad enough, but now he was covered in Michelangelo's vomit.

Michelangelo, who never fussed about food, had a stomach full of expired groceries. The smell of his vomit was unimaginable.

Leonardo, the eldest brother, felt terrible. He blamed himself for not stopping his brothers. Their teacher had warned them long ago that these streets were dangerous and to stay away.

Now they were captured, and that terrifying vine could drain their energy. No one was guarding them, but they didn't even have the strength to escape.

The freezer's low temperature and enclosed space made the turtles' noses feel a bit better.

Michelangelo, ever the carefree one, looked at Raphael with some regret. "Too bad all our lunch ended up on your head," he joked, still managing to find humor in their dire situation. "Good thing we're in the freezer, or I'd be throwing up everything from two days ago too."

Donatello, struggling with all his might, kicked Michelangelo in the face and shouted, "Shut up! Look at the mess you've caused! Those people will kill us!"

Michelangelo, holding his nose in pain, replied nonchalantly, "What can we do? We can't run away now. But I don't think it's that bad. Those guys don't seem like bad people. Otherwise, we'd be dead already."

As the turtles talked, the freezer door opened, and Alvin and Frank walked in.

Alvin's first sight of the strong but pitifully messy little turtles made him want to laugh.

With their round heads, big noses, and mouths, and tiny eyes covered with little cloth strips, they might have been cute if not for their unfortunate color.

Frank and the others were shocked to see the turtles.

Jack, comparing his arm to the turtles' strong bodies, looked at Alvin and said, "What are these things? They're so ugly!"

Realizing they weren't human, Frank's gaze turned more menacing, focusing on the turtles' necks and limbs. His look scared the turtles, and Michelangelo began to mutter, "I'm not tasty, I'm not tasty!"

Even the well-traveled Steve was stunned by the sight of the turtles. He looked them over and said to Alvin, "What are these? Turtle people? Do such species exist on Earth?"

Alvin shrugged, glanced at the muttering Michelangelo, and mischievously said, "I have no idea! But they look like turtles. I wonder if they make good soup."

Jack was the first to draw a military knife, grinning as he approached the most frightened turtle. These ugly creatures had caused a lot of trouble for everyone.

Stepping on the turtle's back, Jack's knife hovered over its neck. Michelangelo, too weak to struggle, cried as tears soaked his cloth strip, "Help, help, I'm not tasty!"

Raphael, grabbing Jack's leg, tried desperately to push him away, but with his current strength, he could do nothing. He could only shout angrily, "Come at me! I'm the one who caused the trouble!"

Donatello, covering his face, cried in regret for creating such a terrible situation. He was sure they wouldn't be spared this time.

Leonardo, usually calm, knew they needed to talk to Alvin, the leader, to solve the problem.

Glancing anxiously at the screaming Michelangelo, Leonardo shouted to Alvin, "Please, let my friends go. We meant no harm. It was just a prank. We didn't intend to hurt anyone!"

Alvin looked at the turtle with the blue cloth strip and said with a smile, "You decided to prank us, so I get to decide how to deal with you. That's fair, right?"

Leonardo instinctively wanted to nod but realized he was the one being dealt with.

"I'm sorry, sir. We really meant no harm. We just had a misunderstanding with your friends the other day and wanted to prank them in return.

Or you can kill me and let my brothers go. I'm the leader; it was all my idea," Leonardo said anxiously to Alvin.

Raphael felt terrible. It was all his fault, and he had insisted on coming for revenge. Now Leonardo was taking all the blame, making Raphael feel even worse.

"No, it was my idea! Come and kill me, you bastards! If you want revenge, come at me!" Raphael shouted angrily.

Alvin noticed Samuel, the hot-blooded young man, looking at him with a hesitant expression. It was annoying. Why couldn't he just speak up? Alvin wasn't some evil villain.

Steve, looking at Alvin, hesitated and said, "Maybe we should just punish them a bit instead of killing them. They seem like kids."

Steve had grown fond of the turtles. Despite their appearance, their emotions were genuine. Most importantly, turtles weren't known for eating people, so they weren't exactly enemies.

Alvin never intended to kill them, but these little punks had gone too far. The street would be uninhabitable for a week. They definitely needed a beating. Letting them go without consequences would be unfair to Ginny's tears.

Pretending to think for a moment, Alvin nodded and signaled Jack to let the turtle go. Then he said to Leonardo, "Kid, I'm a fair person. You caused me a lot of trouble, and I'm not happy about it.

But since this started with a fight, we'll end it with a fight.

By the rules of Hellfire Boulevard, one-on-one!

If you win, I'll let you go, and this will be over.

If you lose, you'll have to compensate me for my losses. You look like a bunch of broke kids, so you'll work for me for a few years to pay off the debt!

Of course, I'm not a bad guy. I'll leave you some wages to live on."