The window of the restaurant's attic was open. Curly-haired Nick, with his missing front teeth, spoke in a lisping voice to Frank, who was standing right beside him, "Look, Dad, that big black guy is going to be in trouble. Alven will teach him a lesson."
Alven was right; as soon as Frank appeared, Nick would enthusiastically greet him.
Occasionally, Nick would feel a bit disappointed because he had never met his father, but his mother told him that his father was always serving the country, and his job was both dangerous and noble.
This made Frank, his 'phone father,' a hero in his heart, and he had been waiting for his father to return.
Frank put one hand on Nick's shoulder and instinctively made a gesture at his waist with the other.
He had watched Alven handle the situation from start to finish.
Intimidating a small-time gangster was easy, but this "Black Bear" was a well-known figure in the Big Apple.
Although Frank had seen Alven's file and investigated him personally, he had only heard rumors, some of which even deified him.
No one had ever seen Alven take action himself, but his former opponents either disappeared or fled.
The ones who fled were tight-lipped about Alven's methods, unwilling to mention them.
Frank watched with interest, wondering how Alven would handle the current situation; he only had two people, while the other side had fourteen, all armed.
Frank even calculated the bullets in his pistol, deciding to help Alven if things went south.
As Frank's thoughts raced, the situation changed.
Nick excitedly whispered, "Look, they're all here! Rome, Athens, Sparta—they're all here! These bad guys are done for!"
Frank looked closely and saw three giant wolves, similar in size to the two at the restaurant entrance, appear across the street.
When Alven flicked his cigar onto Black Bear's face, all the giant wolves attacked simultaneously.
Razor-sharp wolf claws slashed at the heels of the gangsters, who were about to retaliate, sending sprays of blood into the air.
The giant wolves moved incredibly fast; Frank's eyes could barely keep up with them.
Not a single gangster could react and fire a shot; everyone who drew a gun received a wolf claw to the hand.
One unlucky guy had half his palm sliced off and sent flying a good distance.
The entire process took no more than ten seconds, and it seemed to be over.
A dozen or so gangsters were on the ground, screaming and rolling, clutching their legs.
The worst off was Black Bear; Thor and Dom each grabbed one of his legs and pulled outwards.
Black Bear, lying prone on the ground, screamed, watching in despair as his legs were stretched into a full split.
Frank wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and squeezed his legs, feeling the pain on Black Bear's behalf.
For a muscular man nearly two meters tall to have his legs pulled apart like that, Frank found it too cruel; a bullet would have been more merciful.
Nick excitedly pumped his fist and shouted, "I knew it! Alven is amazing! The bad guys will all be punished!"
Frank retorted, unconvinced, "It's his big dogs that are amazing; Alven himself isn't much!"
He was very bothered that his son admired someone other than himself.
Nick let out a "Ha~" and glanced at Frank, but didn't refute his words, as if he knew something but chose not to say it.
Frank, lacking confidence, grunted, "Hmph," and said, "When I'm on vacation, I'll take you hunting, and you'll see what I can do.
Having good marksmanship is much better than just raising animals!"
Nick once again let out a "Ha~," ignoring Frank's self-aggrandizement, and said, "The excitement ended too quickly, alas~ I guess I should go do my homework, or Alven will give me trouble."
With that, he patted Frank's waist like a little adult and said, "Buddy, I don't blame you for not being able to do my homework; it's really hard.
Look on the bright side, even though it's a bit late for you to learn, it doesn't matter.
I can do it, it just takes some time!"
Frank felt his blood pressure was about to explode.
He was injured and had lost a lot of blood, but now the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
Thinking of the boasts he made to Alven downstairs, Frank grew even angrier.
He "hmph-ed" and turned to study Nick's homework with him.
"ABCD × 9 = DCBA. Question: What is ABCD?"
Is this an effing second-grade problem?
Frank suppressed the urge to grab a gun and shoot Nick's math teacher.
He vigorously clutched his hair.
Watching his son, though struggling, eventually figure out the answer, he finally confirmed that Alven wasn't messing with his son.
Then Frank wondered, astonished, what exactly was this community college teaching its students?
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At the restaurant entrance, Alven, annoyed by the screams of these scumbags, winked at JJ.
JJ grinned, and under Jason's terrified gaze, who had witnessed the entire scene, he pulled an iron rod from beside the door.
One by one, he knocked out the wailing gangster scumbags on the ground.
The world grew much quieter, with only Black Bear left, still screaming desperately, trying to cover his crotch, which was almost torn apart by the two giant wolves.
Alven glanced at the cigar that had exploded on Black Bear's face and fallen to the ground, shaking his head with a hint of regret.
He lit another cigar for himself.
He whistled, and Thor and Dom released Black Bear's legs, ran to Alven, and rubbed against him as a greeting, then somewhat reluctantly lay back down at the restaurant entrance.
This Black Bear was too weak; he couldn't get the wolves excited at all.
Thor and Dom's departure didn't allow Black Bear's legs to close.
His hands covered his crotch.
His screams were no longer as powerful as they had been initially; his hoarse throat seemed to be leaking air, and his screams turned into a dry "Ha~ Ha~" sound.
At this moment, Black Bear was no longer the same Black Bear who had been clamoring for war just a few minutes ago.
Alven walked up to Black Bear, used his foot to flip him over so he was lying face up.
Black Bear's pathetic legs dangled like two soft noodles.
Squatting in front of Black Bear, Alven blew a smoke ring.
"Buddy, we could have easily reached an agreement; I'm truly sorry."
As a major drug dealer, Black Bear still had some backbone.
He didn't beg for mercy or surrender but endured the pain, staring at Alven with what he considered his most vicious and fierce gaze.
Although Black Bear's posture made his gaze look ridiculous, Alven still inquired, "What? Do you still have doubts about my previous proposal?"
Black Bear gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "You'll regret this, I promise!
You'll be killed, and your family will all be wiped out!
Our Viper Gang will definitely make it happen."
Alven looked at Black Bear with a look that suggested he was mentally challenged.
"Even Kingpin couldn't do that, so why do you think a drug dealer could?
You rely on wickedness and cruelty to gain a foothold in the Big Apple.
In terms of combat power, you're not even as good as the Russian mob in Hell's Kitchen!"
He took another puff of his cigar; the feeling of squatting and smoking made him a little nostalgic.
"Buddy, seriously consider my proposal!
Or you can call your boss, Bloody Jensen, and ask for his opinion."
Black Bear tilted his head, spat out a bloody glob of saliva, and sneered, "My boss will only come in here with his gunmen and kill all of you."
Alven wrinkled his nose, mentally linked with his pet crow, then twitched as if he'd been electrocuted, and stared at Black Bear, somewhat angrily, saying, "Call him quickly and tell your boss to move his fat ass, climb out of his jacuzzi in his Long Island villa, and tell him my suggestion.
My patience is running out!"