Stark frowned and looked toward the source of the voice...
Alvin glanced at the Chinese man behind Stark, whom he'd met once before. He vaguely remembered the guy's name was Yan Shuangying, and that he and Shang-Chi were pretty good friends.
Shang-Chi had even borrowed money from Alvin to buy him a gun. Apparently, the guy was a real fighter. Alvin couldn't say exactly how good, for reasons everyone understood...
Yan Shuangying's tone wasn't exactly welcoming, but Alvin was generally patient with people from his own country. Besides, he didn't believe anyone would dare come to Hell's Kitchen to lecture him and his friends.
He tugged at Stark, who looked ready to blow up, then glanced at the glass in Yan Shuangying's hand. Smiling at Camilla, who was slumped behind the bar, Alvin said, "Get up and pour us a few drinks. You work for me, and I don't usually swing my axe at my own people..."
Nearly twenty seconds passed before the Succubus Camilla shakily got to her feet and poured a glass of whiskey for each of them. Her trembling arms put an end to Alvin's hopes of trying one of her cocktails...
Alvin picked up his glass and looked at Yan Shuangying, who had been patiently waiting. He shook his head with a smile, stood up, and said, "I don't know what you want, but we can start with a drink.
"If you hate Demons this much, you must be a good Demon Hunter. Anyone who can do this job well is a good sort..."
Alvin's words left Yan Shuangying a little stunned, and the hunters watching him all around the bar burst into cheers. They excitedly stood up and raised their glasses in support...
Yan Shuangying downed the Vodka in his glass, then looked at Alvin