From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 200

Chapter 200: Is He Royalty?

Nearly every student in the school whose classroom windows faced the front entrance had their eyes locked on the scene unfolding outside.

It was impossible to ignore.

They recognized the uniforms. Each one represented a different school across the Brinhurst area. Many of them had crossed paths with these students before, on their way home, on the streets, or during past confrontations.

And while most of the students watching from inside weren’t delinquents themselves, nor official members of the Bloodline group, they still owned the group’s merch. Hoodies, bags, even keychains, items they wore for the simple reason that rumors about the Billion Bloodline had spread like wildfire.

Everything they were witnessing was shocking. Surreal.

The students could feel it, like the air itself was charged. The logical next step, the one they all expected, was a fight. A full-on brawl between Max and his school against the flood of outsiders that had just invaded.

"Max will be okay... right?" Abby asked, eyes still fixed on the window.

"I’m really not sure," Cindy replied nervously. Her voice trembled. "I mean... those guys look like brutes. I know you said Max is good at fighting and all, but there’s so many of them. And what are they even doing here in the middle of the day?"

When Cindy glanced at Abby, she noticed her friend’s fists clenched tight at her sides. Her body was shaking slightly, the tension rolling off her in waves.

"Max is always getting himself into trouble," Abby mumbled. "And he never tells me the truth about it. I have this feeling... that part of this might be because of me."

That was when Cindy snapped her fingers, an idea sparking.

"Wait, what about Sheri?" she asked. "We’ve gotten closer to her recently. And when she was talking to the others, it really seemed like she knew something about Max, or at least something about you two. Maybe she knows what’s reallygoing on."

Before they could act on it, the students outside made their move, and every single pair of eyes in the school widened.

All of the students who had entered, the delinquents from the different schools, were now kneeling. Heads bowed low. Every last one of them.

It looked... ceremonial. Like they had just realized Max was their long-lost king.

"What’s going on? Are they bowing to him? Is Max... royalty or something?"

"Nah," one student whispered. "Maybe he’s like the son of a mob boss or something. You know, someone they all respect."

"Or maybe he’s just really rich?"

Another student waved that off with a scoff.

"Even if someone’s rich, that doesn’t make this happen. You can’t just buy that kind of loyalty, not from them."

While gossip and speculation flooded the classrooms, no one was more stunned than Max himself.

He stood frozen, blinking at the sight of dozens of kneeling students. He could hardly believe what he was hearing as the words echoed in his head.

"We would all like to join the Bloodline group!"

"You want to join the Bloodline group?" Max asked, his voice steady but laced with disbelief. "Why? What made you all decide this so suddenly?"

Print raised his head first, a confident smile on his face.

"The reason’s simple," he said. "It’s because of you."

Max didn’t respond. He just watched.

"After your fight yesterday," Print continued, "Erik came to me with an idea. Not to unite West Brinhurst under my name. Not under his name. But yours."

Max felt a spark of pride deep inside. He had staged that fight, hoping to make a statement, to stop other schools from thinking about attacking. But to have them ask to join him? That was an unexpected reward.

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