Alvin looked at Ivan, towering in the doorway, and the group of burly figures behind him...
At Ivan's words, Alvin pressed a hand to his forehead and looked at the greasy silver-haired man with a headache. It had taken him only a few sentences to thoroughly piss Stark off...
Stark was so angry his nose was practically crooked. He raised his middle finger at Ivan, then looked at the burly figures behind him and said, "Did your boyfriends give you the courage to provoke me?
"I don't need to prove I'm a man, but it's pretty obvious right now whether you're a smart one, you asshole..."
Ivan's ugly-handsome face twisted into a mocking smile. He looked back at Barney and the others who'd come with him and said, "Why is my enemy some little sissy?
"This stupid wimp actually thinks he's smart?"
Ivan glanced at Yan Shuangying, then turned to Stark and said, "How many people in the entire United States can make a living hunting demons?
"We're the ones who should be setting the prices..."
Alvin didn't know when Ivan had become the representative of the Demon Hunters, but he didn't care. A Black Guy among a group of burly men had caught his attention...
As Stark and Ivan traded insults, Alvin shook his head and watched Blade shift uneasily. He grinned and said, "I heard you spent six months in a German prison eating garlic?
"You gave me a secret as big as the Vampire Ancestral Tomb just to get that?"
Alvin walked over to Barney and shook his hand. Looking at the crooked smile on his half-paralyzed face, he grinned and said, "Looks like it's not so easy for War Dogs to die after all..."
Barney smiled crookedly and said in a low voice, "That's right. Apparently