The Solution

Alvin reassured the guilt-ridden Stark, then glanced at Raymond, whose expression remained calm. "So, what do you suggest I do about my situation?

Or should we drag those people out of the shadows and kill them?"

As he spoke, Alvin shook his head helplessly. They weren't one person or even a handful of people—they were an interest group. Honestly, killing them would make no difference to him in the end than killing that fucking Vice President.

That was what made those people so cunning. When he was kept in the dark, impulsive, and acting like an idiot, they got what they wanted.

But once he figured out what was going on and calmed down, they wouldn't suffer either, because he would never abandon Hell's Kitchen. His home and friends were all here...

That was the most fucked-up part. Having power didn't mean you could always do whatever you wanted!

Looking at Raymond, who sat there with an air of calm assurance, Alvin said irritably, "I can tell from your expression that you've got a solution. Come on, old buddy. Our big boss Stark will send you a check when this is all over.

Or would you rather I kiss your bald head?"

Raymond lifted his whiskey in a toast to Alvin, took a sip, then said, "You're the most 'powerful' person I've ever met. You've kept those greedy animals calm, even with such a huge temptation in front of them. They've stuck to methods that stay within the rules.

We all know it wouldn't take much to make you lose your temper. This time, those people showed a lot of restraint. Maybe they only wanted to test the waters a little. If it worked, great. If it didn't, no big deal.

The guy who planned this is clever, and he