Chapter 37: I May Be Evil But My Bones Are Hard!

That night, the three-headed vampire was packed up and sent to Stark Group's secret laboratory.

After vomiting, Stark became clear-minded, and he already had some good ideas about weapons to fight against vampires.

Tony needed some test items to verify the effects of his weapon.

Director George was very satisfied with the final outcome of this matter.

In his best imagination, it didn't go as smoothly as that. George happily returned and prepared to form a team to deal with vampires.

Of course, George had to go to Washington for that meeting, but he didn't know what it was about.

In the following days, Alvin didn't rest. He wasn't a world savior. He couldn't rush to the vampire's house alone to kill them all.

But Alvin was a man of action, and he couldn't fix all the vampires in New York, but he could keep Hell's Kitchen clean.

Keeping families, children, and school students safe from vampires.

With their true references, the werewolves could easily smell the scent of vampires.

During the day, Alvin brought the werewolves, searching street by street, and drove out the vampires hiding in the shadows to bask in the sunlight, it wasn't difficult for him.

When Alvin brought the three werewolves, "Athena," "Roma," and "Sparta," and set foot on the first street outside his block, the entire Hell's Kitchen seemed to be poured into a pot of clean water and started to boil and simmer.

The big and small gangsters in Hell's Kitchen started running and telling each other, and they became nervous and alert.

Everyone in Hell's Kitchen knew that although Alvin was the boss of three blocks, he hated gangsters.

If Alvin expanded his territory, there might be many bloody and disappearing gangs, like the 25th block.

Until now, no one knew where their original gang members had gone.

Alvin stood at the intersection of 27th Street and looked not far ahead. More than a dozen cars blocked the entire road. There were about 20 people who looked more like workers than gang members, holding firearms.

Looking at them from behind the car.

There was a phone call, and Alvin looked at these people with amusement. Gangsters rarely became so scared.

The line connected.

"This is Alvin!"

"Yes, I'm standing on the corner of 27th Street, what's the problem with you? Kingpin?"

"Oh~ yes, we agreed, but then what? Just because we agreed, should I stand here waiting for you to come? Um~"

"Well, you should have said earlier that you were calling me as the school manager, and I wouldn't have been rude. In that case, I'll wait for you for a while, and you better call everyone who can speak in Hell's Kitchen. I can work wonders for you."

"Okay, okay, I'm not a gangster, and I'm not interested in what your so-called site is. Mr. School Manager, today's problem has nothing to do with this site, I promise."

After hanging up the phone, after a while, a short, bald Irish man with a rosacea nose ran over.

Alvin knew him, the street boss, and his name was Clark Gable.

A third of all fake shoes in New York were sold through him.

Although his appearance tarnished his reputation, he wasn't bad, at least Alvin hadn't heard of him, and he had done something very painful.

Clark ran towards Alvin, wiping the sweat off his forehead, and carefully invited Alvin to an Irish pub.

The bar hadn't opened yet, Clark told him to go in, and the same panicked bar owner brought a cup of coffee for Alvin himself.

Alvin looked at him with a smile, and Clark, who stood beside him like a waiter, Alvin said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, Mr. Gable, I'm not here to cause trouble today, please sit down, we still have time to chat and maybe do business."

Clark was stunned to hear that. He was actually a businessman, but the company that sold fake products was illegal in the United States, so he brought a group of non-gangster people, but rather factory security, and brought them to 27th Street.

In fact, Clark didn't hate Alvin, and sometimes he wished there was a giant wolf lurking on his street.

That way, he could save a lot of money to support the thugs.

Driven by his entrepreneurial instincts, Clark asked, "I don't know what good business Alvin has. Come and take care of me."

Alvin wiped his nose and said with a little embarrassment, "Clark, you know about community schools, right?" Seeing Clark nod, he continued, "Our children don't have proper school uniforms, which greatly affects our school's reputation. You're involved in the clothing, shoes, and hat business, so you should understand that this is a good deal."

What doesn't need to be understood is that there are a lot of them.

There are over 1,000 and almost 2,000 children in one school, and school uniforms are changed every year in winter and summer, with two pieces per set.

We all know that Boss Alvin is a fair person.

Where is this business conversation?

It gives money!

Clark wiped the sweat off his forehead enthusiastically and didn't ask how much Alvin would give. He decided to do business even if he would lose a little.

But the school uniforms must be labeled "Gable." If the school teachers need it, I can also make suits.

And I've never heard of Alvin causing someone to lose money in business. The person who delivers materials to his restaurant gets cash every time.

"Tomorrow, Boss Alvin, tomorrow I will bring samples to your store to show you. As long as there are styles in this world, I have them all here. My second son is in 7th grade. He is a school football player. The school football team's defense, clothing, and shoes are all sponsored by me. You can be sure that I will provide you with the best materials."

Alvin nodded with a smile. He had mature thoughts about the appearance of school uniforms, that students shouldn't be too fond of them.

Without speaking, Alvin waited for Kingpin to arrive, and he had to kill two vampires in front of them to eliminate the doubts of these gangsters and let him confidently bring that big dog around their territory.

Soon, the bar door opened, and a large group of people entered noisily.

Their leader was a fat black man over two meters tall and weighing over 150 kilograms.

The last time there was a neat meeting of gang bosses was the last time the "school head election" of the community school was held.

Kingpin wore a gold suit with a green shirt underneath.

His bald head had just been waxed, reflecting the sunlight coming in from the door.

Strangely, this New York underground boss had a very simple and honest appearance, with big eyes, a big nose, and thick lips. If he changed his work clothes, he would look more like a simple and honest farmer, not a gang boss.

Kingpin held a cane in both hands with a large gem on top. It was very impressive. He waved his hand and instructed the people behind him to spread out and sit.

With heavy steps, the bar floor creaked.

Kingpin, like a beast, ignored the protests of the unfortunate chairs and sat on them.

Silently observing Alvin and waiting, what could he say?

He was afraid of Alvin because he knew Alvin had strange abilities that could kill him at any time.

But he couldn't back down. He was the underground boss of the city. If he backed down, other ambitious gangs would be like sharks smelling blood and rush to devour him.

In fact, Alvin admired Kingpin, a man who stepped on the corpses and blood of his opponents far away from Hell's Kitchen and rose to the position of underground boss in New York.

Kingpin always knew what he had to do, no matter the consequences.

Just like now, even though he knew that offending Alvin wouldn't yield good results, he would sit in front of Alvin and negotiate with him.

Because losing his status was more terrifying to him than losing his life!

Perhaps that's the characteristic of successful people from Hell's Kitchen.

I may be evil, but my bones are tough!

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