From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152: A Super Student

The weekend job had wrapped up earlier than usual. The sun was still hanging low in the sky, golden light spilling across the buildings. No rush. No threat. Just Max and Wolf walking side by side through the main high street, heading toward the train station.

It was one of those rare quiet moments, the kind where people let things slip without meaning to. And Wolf, as always, took the opportunity to pry.

“You’ve gotten a lot better at fighting,” Wolf said, hands tucked behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world. “No, scratch that, that’s not quite right. It’s like you already knew how to fight, but your body couldn’t keep up. Now it’s starting to catch up.”

This guy gets it, Max thought. His read is scary sharp. And honestly, he wasn’t wrong.

“Maybe,” Max said. “But according to you, I’m still C-rank. I was lucky to beat Dipter. And even now, if I had to fight him again, I’d lose, unless I pulled off some other trick.”

He paused, letting the words hang for a second.

“That’s why I have to get stronger. Fast.”

“Right, right,” Wolf nodded. “But, honestly? You’re moving fast already. I don’t think it’s even possible to progress quicker without snapping something in your spine. And come on, with all the money you’ve got now, you could just chill. Play games. Live it up. Why keep pushing so hard?”

Max didn’t answer right away.

If he said, I need to take out the White Tiger, he could already imagine Wolf’s reaction. And it wouldn’t be good. Max didn’t know exactly where Wolf’s loyalties stood, but if he had to guess, they were probably a lot more aligned with the White Tiger than with him.

So Max kept it vague. Careful.

“I’ve got my own way of getting stronger,” he said. “And I need to make sure nothing falls apart along the way.”

Wolf didn’t press further. But Max could feel it, he was thinking about it. Reading between the lines.

Max thought back to the research he’d been doing. The deep-dive into the world of Superhumans.

Most of the info online was vague, half-whispers, twisted rumors, scattered scraps on forums buried ten pages deep in search results. Still, Max had tracked it all. Paid access fees. Dug into shady websites. Followed every lead, no matter how thin or ridiculous it sounded.

He didn’t waste a single opportunity.

That’s when he found something.

A name: Hercules. A man he’d heard about before, but whose whereabouts had always been a mystery. No one knew where he lived. No confirmed photos. No interviews. Just stories, wild, impossible stories. Sightings in forests. Hikers swearing they’d seen someone “not normal” near mountain trails. These reports weren’t even confined to one place, they were spread across the country.

But Max found a way to narrow it down.

All signs pointed to the Notting Hill area. Or somewhere nearby. He pieced it together from another lead, something most people would’ve missed.

Apparently, Hercules had taken on a student once.

That part had been buried deep. Scattered references. No names. No clear records. But Max found enough to connect the dots. The student had gone to a local school. Not part of any gang. No affiliations. Just… a force of nature.

Unstoppable.

This was a few years back. Before Dipter had shown up on the scene. And the wildest part?

The kid had still been in middle school.

That alone made the rumors sound absurd. But to Max, it only added weight. Someone that young, that dangerous, could’ve only come from Superhuman training.

The story, however, didn’t have a clean ending.

Apparently, the student snapped. Went too far. Killed three classmates in a fight. And even though he was rumored to be Hercules’s pupil, that didn’t protect him. Not legally. Not socially. Not in any way that mattered.

After that, the kid vanished from all talk. Max knew why. Even being tied to a Superhuman couldn’t save you if the world saw you as a monster.

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