Taken for a Ride
The lucky girl's surgery lasted nearly ten hours.
Alvin waited until it was over and she had been taken to the school's basement before walking out of "Hell on Earth."
To his surprise, the person waiting for him wasn't from the police. It was Kingpin, the West Coast's gang boss.
The hulking, overweight superman had just stepped out of a Rolls-Royce when he saw Alvin and the others emerge from the warehouse...
Looking at the Rolls-Royce, which seemed to have "let out a sigh of relief," Alvin smiled and shook Kingpin's hand. "Making you their master is no easy job. I think they've still got untapped potential..."
Alvin's meaning was obvious: he was mocking Kingpin for letting other gangs run wild despite being an underground emperor.
It was a bit of misplaced anger. After all, Kingpin was just a gang boss; he couldn't control everyone's actions.
But Kingpin was a ruthless man, and he accepted Alvin's sarcasm without complaint. Then he said coldly, "You're right. Sometimes, unless you put a little pressure on them, you never know how far they'll go."
As he spoke, Kingpin glanced at Frank, who was watching him with a cold stare. He spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm not Alvin. I can't redeem these sinful souls. I'll just stuff them in my mouth, chew them up, and swallow them.
Things you find unacceptable happen all over the world. It's not my job to deal with them."
Frank liked Richard, but he had no affection for Kingpin.
Faced with Kingpin's cold words, Frank sneered, walked up to him, and stared into the big man's eyes. "You should be glad you had nothing to do with this. Otherwise, I'd have pulled your guts out with my own