Ever since Alvin realized Bruto and Yad had been following him around to all sorts of places, he knew those bastards were up to no good.
But he couldn't exactly kick them out. Whenever he was feeling down, those guys really did try their best to help him.
Although that inexplicable Party had ended in a complete mess, and Yad had gotten the crap beaten out of him by Hela.
But honestly, Alvin had still been touched at the time!
Because when you were troubled, realizing someone was thinking about you and doing their damnedest to cheer you up felt really good.
Whether they had an ulterior motive didn't matter much in that moment. What mattered most was being happy.
Otherwise, why did people always say that good advice was hard to take?
Kind words were hard to hear, while flattery easily won people over!
Alvin had been firmly trapped by Hell's Kitchen's atmosphere!
There was nothing wrong with admitting you were a bastard. At least when you did something stupid, you could come up with a good excuse for yourself.
At Alvin's impatient shout, Bruto and Yad exchanged a glance, bared their big gold teeth, and strolled over to sit at the Bar Counter.
Bruto casually squeezed Raymond aside and sat next to Alvin.
This Old Viper was one of the most dangerous people in the world's intelligence agencies, but in front of Hell's Kitchen's top-grade bumpkins, he was nothing special.
Everyone knew Raymond was formidable, but they had no idea exactly how formidable.
Raymond, whose seat had been taken, glared darkly at Bruto for a long while. In the end, the Drug Dealer stared him down with an even fiercer look.
After about ten seconds of tension, Raymond suddenly shook his head with a wry smile, picked up