Hearing Alvin's threat, Black Bear looked somewhat uncertain. He knew that his boss was indeed going to rest at the Long Island villa today, but the fact that Alvin knew it too was a bit terrifying.
Tremblingly, he took his phone out of his pocket and made a call to his boss.
Alvin thoughtfully took the phone, pressed speaker, and held it toward his face.
"This is Jensen!" a greasy and slick voice came through.
"Boss, it's Black Bear," Black Bear said hoarsely.
"Oh~ what's wrong with your voice? Did a nightclub young woman drain your vigor? Haha!"
"Boss, are you taking a bath at your Long Island villa?" Black Bear asked cautiously.
"Do I fucking need to notify you when I take a bath? Are you out of your mind, Black Bear?"
"No, boss, do you remember that I came to negotiate with Alvin of Hell's Kitchen today? I mentioned it to you. Everything about you was what he said," Black Bear said anxiously.
The other end of the phone fell silent for a moment, seemingly speaking to someone nearby.
"What on earth is going on?" the voice on the other end said in a deep tone.
"It's Alvin. He asked to negotiate with me, wanting us to drive away all his students and minors in the gang and those connected to us."
"Ha, who does he think he is? The mayor of Big Apple City wouldn't dare say that to me! Are you a moron, Black Bear? Take him out, or else who will be afraid of us in the future?"
Black Bear fell silent for a moment and said in a low voice, "Boss, my men are all done for! I'm only calling you because Alvin knows your location and what you're doing, and I'm really worried—"
Before Black Bear could finish speaking, the sound of gunfire came from the other end of the phone. At first it wasn't very clear, but gradually it grew clearer and clearer, and dense gunfire poured out from the phone.
Black Bear looked at Alvin in terror and said in despair, "You haven't even talked to my boss yet! This isn't according to the rules, we can still talk!"
Alvin was also puzzled. He had originally prepared to let his crow teach Bloody Jensen a lesson if the negotiation didn't go well. But what was the deal with the gunfire on the phone? Things didn't seem quite right.
He turned his head to look at JJ, only to see him looking at him with a resentful gaze, complaining, "Boss, you could have let me go, there was no need to find someone else!" It was as if Alvin had gone behind his back to find a mistress.
Alvin stood up and gave JJ a kick. "What the hell is going on here?"
On the ground, Black Bear dragged his noodle-like legs like a fat maggot, writhing and howling in despair, "Alvin, boss, you can't do this, we haven't finished negotiating yet, we agree to your demands, stop it, stop it right now!"
Alvin ignored Black Bear and communicated with the crow once more. Then he saw a perverted idiot with a target tattooed on his head holding a machine gun and going on a killing spree inside Bloody Jensen's villa.
That explained it. This was all done by that fat bastard Kingpin! There probably wouldn't be any living people left over there!
Since that was the case, Black Bear was useless, so he motioned for JJ to knock Black Bear out to spare him some pain.
Alvin took out his phone and called community police officer Michael.
"Hello, Michael, it's Alvin."
"Yes, I need to report a crime. A group of thugs tried to attack my pet and got mauled by it instead, so you need to find a few ambulances for me."
"Of course, at this hour what ambulance would dare come to Hell's Kitchen? I can only call you."
"Trouble, no trouble. I've talked it over with them, and I believe these guys won't come looking for trouble anymore."
"I suggest you hurry up. Ambulances in Big Apple City might be very busy today."
Just as Alvin was standing by the roadside waiting for the ambulance, a big-nosed school bus drove over from the distance.
Alvin checked his watch—it was nine o'clock, time for the upperclassmen's evening self-study to end.
The bus stopped right in front of the restaurant, the door opened, and Jiawen stepped down, looking cautiously at the bruised and battered strong men lying all over the ground. From afar, he bowed to Alvin, called out, "Hello, Principal!" and then darted swiftly into the opposite apartment.
The driver was a guy who looked like a Mexican serial killer. Grinning hideously like a perverted cannibal, he shouted at Alvin through the open bus door, "Need any help?"
Alvin watched a bunch of kids of all sizes with their faces pressed against the windows, looking at the horrific scene outside with eyes mixed with "terror" and "adorship."
He waved his hand to signal the ugly driver to leave quickly. The driver grinned bizarrely to show he understood, then closed the door, honked the horn twice, and looked back at the kids on the bus with a "heh heh" grimace as he drove forward.
Facing the children's screams inside the bus that could be heard from afar, Alvin shook his head. Who would believe that fierce-looking driver wouldn't even dare kill a chicken, and the Remington kept beneath the windshield never had any bullets in it.
This guy was a school bus driver Alvin had hired according to his own standards.
Drivers at other schools were amiable middle-aged uncles, but the sole hiring standard for drivers at the Hell's Kitchen community school was that they had to look like violent outlaws; otherwise, they couldn't keep these Hell's Kitchen bear children and street punks in check.
This guy was an exception. Although he didn't have much nerve, he had the face of a perverted serial killer.
Alvin made an exception and hired him, and the route he drove was the most dangerous one in Hell's Kitchen.
His name was Domingo Swagger, a Mexican illegal immigrant.
After waiting a little longer, four ambulances escorted by a police car arrived in front of Alvin.
Michael and Scott got out first to inspect the scene, only to find that apart from Black Bear looking rather miserable, everyone else was doing all right—at least no one had lost their life.
Injuries like theirs weren't really a big deal in a place like Hell's Kitchen.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Michael called for the doctors and paramedics from the ambulances to get out and start working.
A hot-looking Black woman nurse in a nurse's uniform was bustling about while flirting back and forth with JJ, completely ignoring the life or death of the gangsters on the ground.
She simply and efficiently directed the burly orderlies to heave them onto the ambulances like livestock.
"Hey~ Temple, why don't you just go get a room with JJ? I can reimburse this bastard for the room charge. Next time you guys stop fooling around in my utility room, I have a daughter now, so all you little bitches better watch yourselves."
The hot girl nurse Temple gave Alvin the middle finger, blew JJ a kiss, and then made a telephone gesture before speeding away with the ambulances.
Michael and Scott nodded to Alvin as a greeting and drove to escort the ambulances toward the hospital.
Standing beside Alvin, JJ wore a hesitation-to-speak expression that made Alvin very uncomfortable. Facing this guy's weird look, Alvin said impatiently, "What is it?"
Fidgeting and hesitating, JJ said, "Boss, do you have someone else outside?"
What kind of talk was that? Someone else? What kind of situation was it when a hulking brute asked a robust, handsome young man like him if he had someone on the side?
Alvin kicked JJ in the thigh, gave him the middle finger, and scolded, "Talk properly, or I'll make you suffer."
JJ didn't get angry from taking a kick. Patting the dust off his pants, he said carefully, "Boss, you can assign this kind of job to me. Really, there's no need to find people outside; those people might not be reliable."
Alvin shook his head helplessly and said, "The thing over there wasn't my doing. It was Kingpin."
JJ stayed silent, only looking at Alvin with an irritating expression that screamed, Don't try to lie to me.
Faced with this kind of unprovoked grievance, Alvin said helplessly, "I wouldn't do something like wiping out a whole family, really!"
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