After chatting with Shang-Chi for a couple of minutes, Alvin got a lesson in Shang-Chi's "generosity of spirit." He found his own "pettiness" a little amusing.
These past few years in Hell's Kitchen had turned Alvin's "favoring his own" into a terminal condition.
Not wanting to see his people get the short end of the stick was usually a good thing, but when it came to Shang-Chi buying a car, his thinking had been a little foolish.
Twenty thousand dollars for a military Humvee, even a used one, wasn't a bad deal. Besides, twelve thousand of that was for the lawyer fees to get it registered...
Shang-Chi had handled it well. Faced with "deception," he'd simply used another method to give Alexei a mild warning not to take him for a fool again...
He'd shown both grace and wisdom.
Feeling like he'd been "educated," Alvin gave Shang-Chi a thumbs-up, then tapped his empty glass and said with a smile, "Another one for me..."
As he spoke, Alvin looked at the handsome, middle-aged John Wick, who'd been watching him from a few seats away, and smiled. "Why do you keep staring at me?
In Hell's Kitchen, staring at someone for too long can easily lead to a misunderstanding..."
John Wick stood and walked over to Alvin. With his hands at his sides, he looked him straight in the eye and said gravely, "I'm John Wick...
I came to thank you. Without your help, I might already be dead..."
Alvin looked at John Wick, with his long, greasy hair and thick beard. Seeing the man's astonishingly bright eyes, he thought for a moment before remembering: this was the superb gunman Agent 47 had introduced to him.
Apparently, they'd accomplished a lot in Sokovia, and Professor Wilson had praised their performance to no