Alvin's words instantly enraged Rocket Raccoon. The little guy, who only came up to Alvin's waist, bravely pulled a large-caliber-looking gun from behind his back and aimed it at Alvin. "Damn it, apologize right now, and then I'll blow your head off...
That belt of yours looks nice. It's mine now!"
Rocket Raccoon's move instantly made the atmosphere tense. A large group of soldiers crowded around, pointing their rifles at the alien visitors...
Alvin saw the bluster in Rocket Raccoon's eyes and suddenly grinned. He grabbed Loki and landed a heavy punch in his stomach...
Considering Loki's constitution, Alvin hadn't held back at all. The punch doubled Loki over and sent him hopping in place. He retched twice in pain...
Glancing at Rocket Raccoon's strange expression beneath all that fur, Alvin put an arm around Loki's shoulders and said with a smile, "This is your punishment for watching the show. You have one minute to persuade your 'friends' to be more polite. For every minute you waste, I'll punch you once."
Alvin glanced at the strange alien visitors, gave Loki's shoulder a firm pat, and said, "The clock starts now..."
Alvin let go of the poor Loki. He looked at Rocket Raccoon in surprise, patted the belt inlaid with the Runeword Smoke, and said with a smile, "You've got a good eye, but a foul mouth...
"If our Prince Loki weren't your friend, you could've ignored his 'warning.' I'd only be beating him, anyway..."
Poor Loki clutched his stomach in pain. He really had been watching the show.
He'd wanted to see Alvin get mocked by those foul-mouthed idiots—or watch them get beaten up.
But Loki hadn't expected Alvin to be this unreasonable...
Gamora, the green-skinned young woman, was the most worldly of their group. Alvin's tone and the way