Alvin stopped his motorcycle at an intersection two hundred meters from the Police Station.
It wasn't because Robert and the others were about to make their move. Traffic had simply ground to a halt...
Alvin rarely ventured out of Hell's Kitchen, so he'd never realized he had this much influence.
One live TV broadcast, one badass Harley, and a few impossibly handsome cowboys were enough to set New York's fan circles ablaze...
Of course, that last part was a bit of a stretch. At least, Cassel was a greasy middle-aged man who had little in common with handsome, even if he did look like a heavier Eastwood from behind...
Alvin got off his motorcycle. Behind him, John Wick moved in to gently nudge the excited Cassel toward the inner side of the street, then lowered his chin slightly and watched the crowd around them with some apprehension.
The thought that someone might pull out a machine gun and spray bullets at him at any moment made the retired assassin John Wick deeply uneasy. He was only wearing Bulletproof Underwear today; Cassel's enthusiastic mother had taken his expensive Bulletproof Suit to wash...
A punk with a green Mohawk and a nose ring led a group of youngsters dressed in the same style. They stood behind the barrier formed by the police and shouted excitedly at Alvin...
"Principal Alvin! Sign something for me! I work at your Bar! We want to register as Mutant members!"
Alvin was taken aback. Frowning, he looked at the youngsters dressed in such outlandish clothes and shook his head in disbelief.
The only Bar he owned was the Demon Hunter Bar, where a Succubus worked as a bartender, and he never went there. But everyone in Hell's Kitchen knew he didn't like styles that were too outrageous.