Old Judge Capster obviously did not expect that Alvin would be so anxious. After a moment of silence, he said: "I'm not ready yet. Applying New York State's laws to mutants will have very bad consequences...

I have been reading the files about mutants that George sent me these past two days. Many of them have not very destructive abilities, but..."

Alvin nodded with emotion after hearing this. He thought of the two mutants yesterday. Dahlia aside, that Jim Dean was also very head-scratching...

His powers are uncontrollable and he can cause a lot of accidents as long as he opens his voice and sings.

The Witcher Bar exists because of the existence of succubi, who can ensure that those people won't die in fights.

But what about other places?

Alvin simply couldn't imagine how many people would die if this guy held a concert for thousands of people?

Alvin felt shuddered when he imagined tens of thousands of people huddled together in the stands with red eyes...

But you certainly can't shut him up forever, it's unfair to a person!

This is the most difficult part of managing mutants. The complexity makes Alvin feel a headache just thinking about it...

Glancing at the old judge Capster, Alvin shook his head sympathetically and said, "I'm not in such a hurry, as long as it can be over within a month.

I will ask someone to write you a report on what happened in the Witcher Bar last night. I hope this will be of some help to your upcoming work...

I took on a tricky errand, and you seem to be too..."

As he spoke, Alvin pointed to the dragon bone wine placed at the corner of the bar, and said with a wry smile: "Remember to have a drink when you have time, your future job will not be easy at all!

Treating everyone equally, fairness and justice will be a problem for you in the future...

But I definitely support you!"

Capster saw that Alvin was so cooperative and already had some ideas about his future work. He smiled and said: "I can probably guess what you are talking about, but that is exactly what I am best at."

part.

Although balancing the interests of mutants and the city is a challenge, it is not impossible.

But before that, I need to do a lot of preliminary work, and even need the cooperation of the Mutant Guild...

Evaluate them, give me some professional advice, and even provide a few temporary bailiffs...

Without these, it would be difficult for me to work to a level that satisfies myself.

This is not a parking ticket or simply overdue rent...

That kid named Ned crashed 15 cars, and without outside help, I couldn't balance the issues between him and the injured drivers...

Fortunately he has a responsible father, and fortunately he met you..."

As he spoke, the old judge looked at Alvin and said gently: "You have to tell me what role the Mutant Guild will play in future mutant events?

Do you want to treat Ned the same way you will treat mutant cases in the future..."

Alvin was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head with a smile and said: "No, no!

We only provide necessary protection and legal assistance.

Because of losses caused by their own mistakes, the funds of the Mutant Guild will be used to advance compensation, but that will have to be repaid.

In my eyes, they are ordinary people, and they have to pay a price for making mistakes. The Mutant Guild just makes this price less unbearable..."

The old judge looked at Alvin and nodded with a smile, and said: "I probably understand, although I think you still think of things too simply, but we are all still exploring..."

As he spoke, the old judge stood up, shook Alvin's hand, and said with a smile: "This is a great cause, and I am honored to be involved..."

After hearing this, Alvin smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said, "I'm beginning to regret taking this job now. I really didn't expect so much at the time.

Let's see in the future, maybe things will go smoothly, but not necessarily!"

The old judge smiled and patted Alvin on the arm and said, "You are the best young man I have ever seen!

Don't take these things as a burden. I have been a judge for 50 years. I used to feel it was a challenge every day when I left home...

I pray to God every day, 'God, please let me control my temper, give me enough wisdom, let me fully understand everyone who comes to court, and always remind me to treat everyone fairly and mercifully.

people!'

But I still made mistakes, more than once!

But when I look back on my entire career, I will still give myself an A, because I mobilized all my passions and I have a clear conscience...

This is especially true for you, you are helping those people, you are doing your best, and that is enough..."

Of course Alvin knew that this was the old man trying to comfort himself. Nothing could be perfect, and sometimes "clear conscience" was just an excuse for people to evade their own responsibilities.

This old judge obviously understands this truth, because at his age it seems that everyone should have experienced it...

Looking at the kind old man, Alvin smiled and shook his head and said: "Why should we worry about things that haven't happened yet?

And I don’t understand your work at all, and I can’t give you any advice. This seems a bit unfair to you!

But I have a buddy who is a good lawyer, and I will let him contact you..."

As Alvin took a cup of coffee from Alita, who was wearing casual clothes, he said with a smile: "Actually, I'm really not a good person. This word makes me a little stressed...

Even if I "please plead guilty and go to jail", part of the reason is because I have to go to a far away place, and that prison has only symbolic meaning to me...

The biggest thing that bothers me is that I underestimated how troublesome mutants would be

The Mutant Union is different from my school. It starts to make me feel like a politician, making rules and then balancing, compromising, making mistakes...

Yesterday my friend told me, 'Alvin, you have to face up to your influence...'

But that's exactly the part I don't like!

Because I don’t know if the decision I made is the right one, and whether the results of my so-called influence are good or bad...

I'm not sure about any of this...

I like to do things within my capabilities...

I can send all the kids in Hell's Kitchen to school, and I'll provide them with food, drink, and lodging.

But I can't ask for any other place to be like Hell's Kitchen!

People from the Ministry of Education came to trouble during the last exam, partly because my school made many other schools embarrassed..."

The old judge looked at Alvin who revealed his heart. He smiled and shook his head and said: "You are a good person. Maybe you will never become a politician, but we don't need a politician who drives a mecha to kill people...

Manage the Mutant Guild according to your "heart", what they need is a tolerant and kind president!

Leave other things to me, an old man will always be more reliable..."

As he spoke, the old man glanced at Fox, who had been standing aside, and said to Alvin with a smile: "The 'clear conscience' I just said was not to comfort you!

As long as we can face 'mistakes' bravely, having a clear conscience is not a self-comfort statement!

You have a beautiful fiancée and a happy family!

Happiness will breed kindness, and kindness will always guide you on the right path...

Why put pressure on yourself?”

Alvin smiled and shook his head after hearing this. He understood these principles, but the "little bourgeois" thinking formed during his two lifetimes restricted his mind.

Unless the necessary moment comes, he would rather stay in Hell's Kitchen and use his own hands to do the career he wants.

This is not about facing those monsters and aliens. An ax can help Alvin solve all problems.

He is sometimes timid when facing unknown things, because the greater a person's influence, the greater the "destruction" caused. Some people enjoy the process, while others enjoy the results...

But Alvin didn't enjoy it at all...

With a long sigh, Alvin smiled and enjoyed the breakfast Fox prepared for himself...

Glancing at the old judge who seemed to have something to say, Alvin smiled and said: "I understand what you mean, thank you for enlightening me!

Maybe I’m not as ‘tough guy’ as I thought…

But regarding the Mutant Guild, I will do my best!

Good thing it's just a New York Mutant Guild, isn't it?

You have to settle my case quickly and let me relax for a while, which will be the greatest help to me...

You won’t believe it. I’m going to see a friend right away. He just broke the nose of the world’s richest man yesterday..."
Chapter completed!