Chapter 26 Frank's House

 Misty felt that she might have made an error in judgment, regarding society and the law and order in Hell's Kitchen.

 Look at the attitude of their colleagues, Michael and Scott towards Alvin, including the attitude of Big Apple police chief, George Stacy.

 Of course Alvin is not a very bad person, at least not an enemy of the police.

 Misty nodded stiffly and said coldly, "You will see!" After speaking, he turned and went out.

 "Hey~ Officer, you haven't told me where your hands are made?" Alvin shouted at the bar.

 "I really need to know."

 Misty, who had a blunt attitude, couldn't hold back the slightest now, and blurted out the word in embarrassment, "Stark Industries Laboratories." She hurried past and left.

 Michael looked at Alvin apologetically and said, "Sorry, Alvin, I didn't expect her to be so impulsive."

 Alvin waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, Jessica still owes you! I'm afraid you won't have much fun in the next few days!"

 Michael looked at Jessica, who was pretending to be cleaning the table, smiled wryly and rubbed him ribs, which would hurt in the rain, and said, "It wasn't her fault, I forgave her a long time ago. I have to go back. Well, to prevent our new chairman from making a fuss. The other people here don't talk as much as you do."

 Alvin looked at Michael and said seriously: "To be honest, Michael, you are a good person. But I think you should change your style. I have a feeling that your new director is a tough guy."

 Michael smiled wryly and said, "I hope so! It's so hard being an errand boy here!" After that, he left with Scott and followed Misty.

 Unexpectedly, Director George did not leave, but continued to sit on the edge of the bar thinking about something.

 Alvin ignored him, greeted Foggy and Matt, and said, "Guys, have fun. I made sweet and sour ribs and beef soup with tomatoes today. If you don't mind, I can warm it up for you."

 "Of course, Alvin, my good friend, I knew you wouldn't make me hungry." Foggy exclaimed happily.

 Alvin heated up the leftovers from the day, made them into rice bowls, and handed them to Foggy and Matt. Seeing the two of them eating deliciously, Alvin smiled and said, "Wow, you are lawyers! You guys can be miserable like this. Just because there are so few of them! Why don't you go to another district and look for a commission? Here, you can't support yourself by taking commissions!"

Foggy chewed rice indifferently and said, "You don't know, Alvin, what we are doing now is what gangsters usually do. We levy construction workers' wages, file sexual harassment charges against female workers, and don't receive pension funds. People suing insurance companies."

 Foggy touched his mouth and complained: "You know? These companies and employers are not afraid of us at all, they are afraid of gangsters. They can deal with us, as long as they pay us to hire a bunch of lawyers, they can give us a headache. But in the face of gangsters, they will pay politely, and the victims can even get some compensation. Last week, old Harry, dressed as a gangster, came back to me. It's easier than a lawsuit."

 Alvin admired Foggy's ability to talk things through and said with a smile: "I mean, you can receive some commission to make money."

 Foggy waved his hand and said, "We really don't have time. Our case has been scheduled for two months now. Even if it doesn't make any money." After speaking, he looked at Matt irritably, "What should make the most money is compensation from SHIELD, but you are not willing to sue them."

 Matt turned to "look" at Foggy and said, "What we're doing now is getting the residents of Hell's Kitchen to start believing in the law, rather than gangs and guns to solve problems, so they can get jobs somewhere else."

 "Yes, great saint, Mr. Matt Murdock, we owe a month's rent, and you just gave a hot girl a free consultation. Man~ if it weren't for Alvin, we would have gone bankrupt last month. This would be a huge embarrassment to my career as a lawyer." Foggy complained to Matt.

 Alvin sympathizes with Foggy. With a co-worker like Matt, it's very difficult to make money.

 Matt's temperament, Alvin also knows, this guy is really a good guy.

 But the world is like this. Good people often live hard lives, while bad people lead extravagant lives.

 Thinking about this, Kingpin, that bastard, looked really disgusting.

 Boy, the dignified Daredevil has been living like a poor household eating subsistence allowance, and you are the gang boss, drinking wine every day, and singing every night.

 The key point is that Matt's subsistence allowance is still provided by Alvin, which is too much, and Matt has to find this bastrad Kingpin to make him bleed.

 Kindergartens are about to open, and there are still a few school buses missing.

 Alvin is distracted, and Frank returns wearing dusty gray overalls covered in white paint.

 He walked quickly to the bar and said to Jessica, "Hey~ Jessie, okay, give me a beer." Then, he looked at George, who was sitting quietly at the bar, this man's temperament made him really dislike him.

Frank's aura was very strong. When he sat in front of the bar, everyone gave way to both sides and gave him some distance.

 Jessica drank a glass of beer in disgust and handed it to Frank, as if Frank had the plague.

 Foggy and Matt quietly moved to the dining table far away from him to continue eating. Foggy, whose mouth was broken, wanted to complain, but after comparing his body and temperament, he closed his mouth firmly.

 Alvin knocked on the bar and said in disgust, "Dude, have you fallen into the septic tank? If you stay here for a while, there will be no living people in my restaurant."

 Frank took a sip of his beer, and said proudly: "I rented the house next door, I painted it myself, and I fixed the damn sewer pipe. The house was in such disrepair that the owner of the fat pig asked me for $5,000 a year."

 Alvin looked at Frank like a fool, and said, "Did you pay? If not, I will ask old Kent to talk to him, and the cost will definitely be much cheaper."

 Frank said proudly: "I paid $20,000, ha, that was a good deal."

 In Alvin's eyes, Frank was downgraded from idiot to mentally retarded. This is a group of people who need to pay attention. Alvin said softly, "I can introduce you to a lawyer, and he should be able to get some money back for you."

 Frank looked at Alvin with disdain and said, "I'm not stupid, buying the house next door for 20,000 dollars is a good thing."

 Alvin looked at Frank in disbelief. No matter how he looked at it, he was not a person who liked to bargain. The house was ugly, and cost no more than $20,000. Law and order here isn't great, but this is the Big Apple too, right?

 Alvin carefully asked: "Is the owner still alive?"

 Frank glanced at George, the only one staying near the bar and said, "I saw him off. Gangsters who cause trouble in their supermarkets make their supermarkets sell at a good price. He gave me a house without any major Problems. Ha ha!"

 Alvin was getting worried now. This person would not be soft on gangs and asked, "What about gangs? After I was told that you hugged them, they left."

 Frank drank the rest of his beer proudly and said, "I'll let them get out of the way. If there is any problem, come to Alvin from the Peace Hotel." After speaking, he ignored Alvin's dirt-like face, hummed slightly, and went out to return to his own face. At home, now he also finds that his body doesn't smell good.

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