The sudden voice startled Alvin. He stared at the bushes in front of him and said, "Watch what you say! Who the hell are you?
Who the hell has a mistress?"
As he spoke, Alvin pulled out a battle axe and hacked at the bushes in front of him. He chopped them to pieces but didn't find anyone.
"Ah..."
A long sigh came from beneath Alvin's feet. Wesley's father, Cross, lifted a sheet of Camouflage Cloth and poked his head out to look at Alvin. "Principal Alvin, could you get your foot off my Camouflage Cloth...?"
Alvin looked at Cross's stubbly face. He found the situation amusing and shifted aside a little. "What are you doing?
I had no idea you cared so much about Wesley..."
Cross gave a bitter smile as he sat up from the ground. He'd gone to all that trouble to sneak in and secretly watch over and protect his son and his companions.
Then Alvin had shown up and ruined his plan in less than two minutes...
Hugging a Sniper Rifle engraved with intricate patterns, Cross looked at Alvin, who was acting as if he didn't have a care in the world, and said with a wry smile, "Principal Alvin, if you're here for the same reason I am, could you crouch down a little?
Wesley and the others have good eyesight. If we can see them, they can definitely see us..."
Alvin readily crouched down and looked at the handsome older man in front of him. "How did you manage that?
JARVIS spotted me five seconds after I came ashore..."
As he spoke, Alvin took out his phone and called the number that had just called him. He crowed smugly, "JARVIS, are you running out of memory?
Why do I get the feeling you're