Alvin froze for a moment. He looked at Triton, who was once again teetering on the brink of suffocation, and felt a little puzzled.
Why did these Inhumans always keep turning up around him?
This time, Alvin didn't keep tormenting the guy. Since Triton had seen him leave with Crystal, that meant he'd been here for a while.
Alvin had only noticed him after getting into the water just now.
Before that, the guy had had plenty of chances to target the mischievous kids, but he hadn't...
Triton's decision to leave the kids alone had indirectly saved his life...
Alvin wasn't exactly easygoing, but he usually showed a great deal of restraint when people attacked him. After all, the other guy was always the one who suffered.
Lost in thought, Alvin forgot that Triton was about to suffocate. He didn't remember until Frank, who had come over, couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him, "Whatever you want to ask, he's only useful alive..."
Triton looked gratefully at Frank, who had "spoken up for him," then Alvin dunked him back under the sea.
Just as Triton let out a sigh of relief, thinking things might not be as bad as he'd feared, he heard Frank coldly say from the Wooden House, "A fish's gills are its most sensitive part. This guy's probably the same.
If you want to torture him, that's the best place to start..."
Alvin glanced at the guy beneath the water, who was struggling frantically again after Frank's threat. Amused, he gave Frank a thumbs-up, then used Golden Vine to bind the guy tightly.
You slipped away last time because I wasn't careful. Not this time. If ordinary methods can't hold you, I'll use some messed-up ones. It's not like I've never watched porn.
Frank watched Alvin go