Alvin drove the Bentley away from Osborn Tower...
After chatting nonsense with those reporters, he was in a great mood...
With one hand on the steering wheel, he hung up on Chief George with the other...
Enjoying the chill evening breeze, Alvin cheerfully hummed a tune that was wildly off-key...
He didn't care in the slightest what had happened to Danny Rand. Everything he'd done was because Norman Osborn seemed to want to repay the Rand family for a favor.
Dragon Bone wasn't nearly as important to Alvin as everyone else seemed to think...
Because aside from using it as a battery or soaking it in liquor, he couldn't think of anything else to do with it.
And if he only used it to make liquor, how long would it take to use up several tons of Dragon Bone?
There were more than a dozen jars of Dragon Bone Wine in the restaurant. The bones inside had been steeped dozens of times, and they still worked.
Nowadays, any acquaintance could wander over and get a little to remove their hair or whatever. Nobody at the Peace Hotel took Dragon Bone seriously anymore.
The only things that could make Alvin spend any brainpower thinking these days were matters of cosmic importance. A foreign kid who knew a little kung fu simply wasn't worth the effort...
The car drove all the way into Hell's Kitchen. A block away from the restaurant, Alvin could already hear the sounds of a fierce fight...
He parked by the side of the road and stared wide-eyed as Shang-Chi was knocked back and forth by "air"...
Peter and Harry weren't doing much better. Only the sly Wesley was tucked behind Thor and the two Ghost Wolves, Dom and Thor, holding a gun and apparently aiming at nothing