Alvin and General Ross quickly settled a series of matters, and the commotion inside the spaceship began to grow louder.
Even from a great distance, with the thick hull of the spaceship between them, Alvin could hear Lin Shaoqing howling like a lone wolf.
The guy was utterly ruthless, and he loved with equal intensity!
The brutal deaths of his fellow Kunlun Disciples inside filled him with grief and fury.
Alvin pressed his Communicator and said to Shang-Chi, "How's Lin Shaoqing?"
Shang-Chi's voice came through the Communicator, breathless and grave. "Boss, it's awful in here. Old Lü's thrown up for the third time.
Lin Shaoqing seems to have been shaken up a bit..."
Shang-Chi fell silent for a moment, then said, "Boss, he's not actually a bad guy!"
Alvin was taken aback, then gave a helpless laugh. "When the hell are you going to judge someone objectively before deciding whether he's good or bad?
Raymond wanted to train Lin Shaoqing to be your assistant. I think you'll end up getting sold out by him sooner or later."
Shang-Chi let out a hearty laugh. A piercing shriek and the pained roars of several Xenomorphs rang through the Communicator.
"I don't mind. If I get sold out, that just means I'm stupid. If he goes down the wrong path, I'll take him out.
Aren't good guys and bad guys both just one sword stroke away?"
Alvin felt a little helpless about how simple-minded Shang-Chi was becoming, but he also liked it all the more.
If something seemed wrong, talk him out of it. If he wouldn't listen, fight him. If that didn't work, kill him.
It really wasn't that complicated!
The only problem was that this gallant-hero logic probably wouldn't work outside Hell's Kitchen.
Hell's Kitchen was such a lousy little place