From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: The Leader Of The Bloodline Group

When the car pulled up to the field, a sleek, luxury model that practically shimmered under the midday sun, the students couldn’t help but stare. Their minds buzzed with questions, wild guesses bouncing around like popcorn in a microwave.

Had a government official accidentally driven up to their isolated training ground? Or maybe some passing celebrity had grown curious about the large group of students gathered here?

Whatever they were expecting, it definitely wasn’t what they got.

Because out of the driver’s seat stepped a man. Not in a suit, not in dark sunglasses or some high-end branded outfit, but in the very same uniform the rest of the students wore.

That alone was enough to make a few jaws drop.

"Wait... is he one of us?" someone whispered.

"Is he part of the Bloodline group too?" another asked, confused.

They already thought it was strange that the Billion group had brought along one adult. Now there were two? The mystery only deepened.

Then came the voice, loud, clear, and full of bold confidence, as the driver announced something that hit them like a lightning bolt.

"Did you hear that?" one student gasped. "He said the leader of the Bloodline group."

"You mean the guy who took down Dipter, right? We’re actually about to meet him?"

"I wonder what he looks like..."

Just moments ago, the idea of meeting the leader of the Billion group had been nothing more than a passing curiosity. They had all known someone important was coming to face Rick and the others, but it hadn’t seemed like a big deal. Just another student, just another match.

But now, everything had changed.

The car. The driver. The way he carried himself.

All of it combined to create a sense of arrival, of presence, that no one could ignore. Suddenly, all eyes were on them.

"What in the world... is Max doing?" Joe thought to himself, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of it all.

"I guess... he’s finally decided not to hide who he really is anymore," Steven said beside him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hadn’t forgotten. This was the same kid who had cleared his debts without hesitation, who had saved him when he was at his lowest. Steven owed him a lifetime of gratitude, and he knew it.

Inside the car, Max sat still for a moment, gathering himself. His fingers rested calmly on his knees, but his eyes were full of fire.

’I need to show them,’ Max thought. ’Show them what it really means to be part of the Billion Bloodline. What this life looks like. Just like how Chrono’s been opening my eyes to the world of the Rejected Crops, I’ve got to do the same for all these students.’

’I want them to see what they’re capable of... and exactly what this group is about.’

The sharp click of the car door echoed across the field, cutting through the murmurs and drawing every eye toward the sound. Then, Max stepped out into the open.

The first thing they saw was his unmistakable red hair, catching the light like a flare against the sky. Then came the uniform, the Bloodline jacket that instantly marked him as one of them.

But there was something different about it.

The jackets worn by the other "Rangers" in the Bloodline group followed a specific style: dark blue so deep it was almost black on the outside, paired with their signature logo and an inner lining that brought color contrast. Most assumed they were black from a distance, but up close, the blue hue was unmistakable.

Max’s jacket, however, was something else entirely.

Some of them couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang of envy. To be in Max’s place, to walk in that aura of power and confidence... Even a taste of what he was building would be enough to change their lives. It was clear now that he wasn’t just another student, he was something else entirely.

"I’m starting to believe it," Erik replied, still in awe. "But seriously... who is this guy? Is he some kind of rich kid or something? If he is, then why is he even going to that school?"

"Do you guys even know much about the Bower Bangers, I mean, Bower Rangers, sorry," Jay cut in, his arms folded tight across his chest, his expression unusually serious.

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