From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: A Jacket and a Promise

After slipping on the black Billion Bloodline jacket, Max stepped into a taxi and gave the driver a single destination, Mancur City.

The birthplace of the White Tiger Gang.

He hadn’t taken Aron with him this time, though Aron had offered. Max assured him he was safe. If anyone had intended to make a move on him, they wouldn’t have given him a two-day warning. They would’ve struck already.

Besides, if there was one thing Aron had slowly learned over time, even amidst all the chaos Max constantly found himself in, it was to trust him.

Time and time again, Max came out unscathed. And this time, he’d even told Aron where he was going. That alone gave Aron a little peace of mind.

"Whoa, nice jacket," the taxi driver commented as they cruised through the city lights. "Don’t think I’ve seen that one before."

"Ah yeah," Max replied with a small grin. "Limited edition."

"Right. I’ve been seeing kids all over Birnhurst wearing that logo lately. Looks like it’s catching on. Wouldn’t be surprised if all of Notting Hill’s wearing it next. Heck, give it a few months, and maybe other countries start hopping on the trend too."

That’s the dream, Max thought. If that happened, not only would his brand grow, his income would skyrocket.

And with income came power.

With enough power, maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to take care of the Black Hounds. Or at the very least, handle the Rejected Corps without losing everything in the process.

After a long hour on the road, the car finally pulled into a more run-down part of town. The streets darkened. The buildings more industrial. The taxi driver slowed, eyes flickering to the GPS, then to the worn-down entrance of what looked like a junkyard.

"You sure this is the place, kid?" he asked cautiously. "Doesn’t look... friendly. I can wait here, take you back if you need."

Max nodded. "That’d be great. Just wait thirty minutes. I’ll pay for your time."

He pulled out some cash and handed it over. The driver took it without protest but watched Max step out with a lingering look of concern.

Not the usual high school destination, his expression seemed to say.

As Max turned the corner, weaving past rusted vehicles and broken-down machinery, the scene changed. Barrels of fire illuminated the night. Loud music blared from an open garage. The atmosphere was tense, but familiar.

Several gang members perked up the moment they noticed movement. They were ready, until they recognized the red hair and confident walk.

"It’s him!" one of them called out. "Call the boss!"

Not long after, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, stepping out of the garage while glancing at his phone.

Wearing a half-amused expression, Wolf approached.

"You’re looking more stylish than usual," he commented, eyeing the Billion Bloodline jacket. "But if you’ve come all the way here in person... I doubt it’s just a fashion show. What kind of trouble, or favor, are you bringing me this time?"

Max didn’t waste time.

He gave a brief but honest summary. He didn’t dive into the family drama or explain the full situation with Chad. But he made it clear: the Rejected Corps had come after him, and now the Black Hounds were in the mix too.

He didn’t expect Wolf to press for more.

Wolf had always respected Max’s boundaries, as long as Max was upfront about what he was willing to share.

"Damn, Max..." Wolf muttered, running a hand through his hair. "How do you keep getting yourself into this kind of stuff? I knew about the Rejected Corps, and I told you back then, if you were gonna go to war with them, I was out."

Wolf nodded. "Yeah. Thanks to some... generous funding lately, I figured I could take in a few more. Strengthen the Pit."

Max nodded. "The situation I’m asking you to help with, isn’t a direct assault. You’re not going up against the Black Hounds head-on. Not unless something goes wrong. I just need backup. Support, if it comes to it."

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