Alvin slowed down more and more as he approached a spot two blocks from the Manhattan Police Department. After analyzing the surveillance footage from the scene, Stark had roughly pinpointed the locations and numbers of the hostile men.
After being notified, Chief George promptly arranged for patrol officers to come help maintain order. He wasn't worried about Alvin and the others' safety, but he was concerned that if Alvin lost his temper, even for a moment, it could turn into a major disaster...
Everyone had only ever seen Alvin's heroic deeds. No one had realized that Alvin was at his strongest in certain situations—and a scene where he was surrounded by enemies and the whole world stood against him was exactly what he loved most.
Alvin felt a little helpless at the dense crowd around him. Watching the pretty girls waving at him and shouting their phone numbers, he pressed the communicator at his ear and said, "Guys, how much longer until you get here?
"If you don't hurry, I'm going to be in trouble before those bastards even get the chance to kill me...
"These girls love me too much. It's really a headache..."
Over the communicator, Ripcord from the emergency response team laughed and said, "Principal Alvin, the NYPD emergency response team is here under orders to provide support...
"But are you sure you want us to end your headache right away?
"Whoa, how did that girl get her bra off..."
While Ripcord was talking nonsense, Duke's voice rang out. "Shut up, Ripcord. Keep the comms clear..."
Duke fell silent for a few seconds, then said, "There are too many people around. We have to take them out quietly, or innocent people could get hurt.
"Principal Alvin, do you have any suggestions?"
Alvin glanced at Stark, who had