Russell frowned and gave Alvin a strange look. His roguishly handsome appearance made a passing woman cover her mouth and let out a shriek...
Just as the woman was about to "faint" into Russell's arms, the guy rudely smacked her on the butt. Then he stood up, put an arm around her waist, and said to Alvin, "I'm picky about my friends!
"A sentimental Living Dead isn't even as good as a stray dog on the street!"
Alvin knew Russell was talking nonsense. He had never seen Russell condemn anyone so viciously—or, rather, no one had ever mattered enough to Russell for him to care that much...
That urban Cowboy had always dealt with people he didn't like by putting a bullet in their heads.
The fact that he was seriously judging Adam meant he cared about him...
Alvin wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought Russell was looking for a friend.
But that wasn't something Alvin cared about. After all, he didn't even know what Adam looked like.
Alvin flipped the tight-lipped Russell the middle finger, then looked at the woman who seemed intent on clinging to him and said, "Beautiful, you'd better be careful. This guy might burst into flames at any moment."
The woman in the bikini apparently thought Alvin was making a dirty joke. She leaned boldly against Russell and gazed at him with sultry eyes. "Perfect. I happen to be a qualified 'firefighter.'"
The woman's stupid, lust-struck expression made Alvin roll his eyes. He raised both middle fingers at Russell and said, "Get out of here. Since you've got a whole plan laid out, stop interrupting my wedding."
As he spoke, Alvin looked at the Hotel Main Hall, which had turned into a vacation-themed world summit venue, and said helplessly, "I'm