Druid in the Marvel Universe Chapter 86: Good Citizen Alvin

When Frank and Steve came out, it was already an hour later.

Seeing Frank's satisfied expression and Steve's grim look, that tough guy probably didn't fare well!

Steve reached out to catch the cigar Alvin tossed over, nodded in greeting, and walked to the side, lost in thought.

Frank walked over to Alvin, took the cigar Alvin handed him, lit it, and took a leisurely puff.

"That guy even confessed to wetting the bed at a young age. I'm going to take JJ and wipe out all their people in New York. The rest will have to come to us if they have the guts!" Frank twisted his neck menacingly and smiled cruelly. "I hope they come back, really!"

Alvin punched Frank's shoulder and said, "Don't sound so brutal. Remember, you're a community school staff member. Don't always be so bloodthirsty!

Think about the few kids who were so scared they wet their pants! That's really bad! Luckily, we have Father Parker now, or this place would really be a prison!"

Frank smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't know, I'm pretty easygoing at school."

Alvin laughed in exasperation. The kid who dared to steal Father's shotgun to use on his classmate, Anton, was held down by Frank and had his head shaved with a whaling fork, wetting his pants for two days at home.

And now you say you're an easygoing person? Aren't you afraid of getting struck by lightning?

Frank gave JJ a look, and the two went into the house. After a while, they came out with several large bags. Frank was also dragging a large suitcase, and from the blood dripping out, Alvin could guess what was inside!

The fat man in JJ's hands was so terrified he couldn't walk, being dragged by JJ by the neck and thrown in front of Alvin.

The fat man, covered in his own filth, lay in front of Alvin, crying like a child.

Alvin looked at the fat man in disgust and said, "You can go now. Go back and tell that Ward Meachum to return my land! And then build the dormitory buildings the school needs according to my requirements.

I'm a fair person; I'll write him a thank-you letter!"

The fat man, hearing he wouldn't be killed, immediately quieted down, but it was clear he was still terrified. Though he stopped crying, he was still sobbing, his whole body shaking with his fat jiggling disgustingly!

It seems Frank's ferocity and cruelty have reached a level that can make an adult regress in fear. That's quite a feat, something most people can't achieve!

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Watching the fat man flee in a panic, Steve sat next to Alvin, took a deep puff of his cigar, letting the smoke swirl around his mouth and nose, then exhaled a long stream of smoke.

"Alvin, what's wrong with this world? Why are there so many strange organizations and gangs? I thought the war was over, and people should have a stable life!"

Alvin patted Steve's shoulder and said, "This world has never changed; it's always been this cruel, especially for the people here!

So I want to make some changes here, and I hope you can contribute to these changes!"

Steve asked, a bit puzzled, "You need my help? Like today?"

Alvin shook his head with a smile and said, "No, you just need to do your job as the assistant coach and take care of those kids. Leave the rest to me.

I'm the principal of this school, remember?"

Steve touched the wound on his face and said, "Do principals now have to do gang work too?"

Alvin chuckled and said, "Remember, Steve, this is Hell's Kitchen!

This is a place only the devil can manage!"

Steve looked at Alvin seriously and asked, "So, are you the devil?"

Alvin looked at Steve with the same serious expression and said, "Yes, when needed, I am the devil."

Steve patted Alvin's shoulder and said cheerfully, "Don't be so hard on yourself. I can see what kind of person you are. Just look at how people around here treat you!

I don't know why Hell's Kitchen is so bad, but I'm willing to help!"

Steve laughed heartily, put his right arm around Alvin's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Principal, can I ask why you were the first to run out? Are you squeamish about blood?"

Faced with such a severe accusation, Alvin had to fight back. He elbowed Steve in the ribs and said, "Buddy, don't think just because you're a soldier that you've killed more people than I have. Me, squeamish about blood? Ha, that's not funny at all."

Steve looked at Alvin like he was an idiot. In terms of the number of people killed, Steve himself had lost count. This guy in front of him was bragging about it? But considering he'd be working under Alvin in the future, he decided not to expose him.

Everything was over for the day, and it was already dawn. There was no point in going back to sleep.

He invited Steve into his restaurant, told him to make his own coffee, and Alvin went to the door to wait for the first batch of buns from Old Cheng.

Ginny loves meat buns, Jessica loves vegetable ones, and Nick, well, he eats whatever Alvin eats! The little rascal has no rights!

He didn't know what kind of buns Steve liked, but judging by his look, ten meat buns should do!

Alvin sat in the restaurant for a while when Vice Principal Nelson called to report the latest situation.

"Principal Alvin, Ward Meachum just called me.

He wants to donate that piece of land to the school for free and take on the construction of two teaching buildings.

That's not a small amount of money!

Oh, and he mentioned something about a cargo ship turning around. I don't quite understand what he means!"

Alvin stretched and said with a smile, "No problem. Call him back and tell him I need the dormitory buildings completed within six months. You handle the transfer procedures!

As for the cargo ship, tell him if anything goes wrong, he'll pay with his family's lives!"

Nelson on the other end of the line quickly assured him he understood and would take care of everything.

Alvin suddenly felt much better!

He had previously overlooked the children sent away by Colin, thinking they were still in New York.

But then Ward called, saying a cargo ship was turning around, and Alvin broke out in a cold sweat. If no one had mentioned it, he would have overlooked it. With all the Hand's people in New York killed, where would he find someone to ask?

But now, Ward had helped him complete the task.

So Alvin was in a good mood, almost not wanting to kill Ward Meachum anymore.

Alvin picked up the phone and dialed,

"Hello, Chief George, this is Alvin!"

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"Yes, don't be mad. This should be the last time for a while. I'm here to provide you with a case lead!"

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"Yes, I'm a good citizen. It's my duty to provide leads to the police!"

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"It's about Rand Corporation, smuggling people, drugs, and artifacts. Are you interested? They should have a cargo ship docking soon with evidence on board!"