From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: No One Gets My Money

Since one of the matches had just ended, the atmosphere in the room was relatively quiet compared to usual. The crowd of spectators, who were typically roaring with excitement, had shifted into a more relaxed mode, engaging in casual conversation instead of cheering at the top of their lungs.

Which was exactly why what Max had done, and the moment he chose to do it, made such a massive impact.

A raised voice echoed through the space, sharp and sudden, enough to make a few people on the lower level turn their heads. Then, before anyone could fully register what was happening, they saw it, a body tumbling violently down the staircase.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Step after step, all the way down until the person slammed into the floor at the very bottom.

"Did someone just fall?" one guest asked, standing halfway up from their seat.

"Fall? Did you not see what just happened?" another replied, eyes wide. "One of the VIP members hit him!"

"There’s a fight? Again? There’s always some kind of fight breaking out during these events. Just let the organizers handle it."

"No, wait, look. Look closely. Can’t you see who that is?"

Gasps started rippling through the room as more of the guests realized what they were looking at. A mask had been dislodged and now lay awkwardly halfway up the stairs. It wasn’t just any mask, it was a familiar one, shaped like a bold dollar sign.

"It’s the manager," someone whispered, stunned. "That crazy VIP guest hit the manager! That’s never happened before!"

A hush fell over the entire room, followed by an eruption of murmurs, gasps, and shocked exclamations. Every pair of eyes locked onto the scene unfolding near the stairs, including one particular gaze belonging to Dud.

Max... did you just hit the manager of the Black Hounds? Dud thought, a mixture of disbelief and amusement flickering across his face. I didn’t know you were that kind of crazy. You might be just as insane as I am.

But even I don’t think I would’ve done something like that. Not here. Not now.

What’s going on with you, Max? What could possibly push you to do something like this? Either way... sure, you might be good at fighting, but this? This is a whole different situation. One I don’t think even you can punch your way out of. And honestly, if it were me who pulled that stunt, I doubt I could escape the fallout either.

All around the venue, guards were already beginning to stir. There were at least twenty-five staff members stationed throughout the place, all of them trained and assigned to act as security. Their entire purpose was to intervene exactly when things like this happened, when something went wrong.

And right now, something had definitely gone wrong.

There were twelve members of the waiting staff alone, all dressed in polished uniforms and moving efficiently around the venue. Four more worked behind the bar, mixing drinks and keeping an eye on the crowd. As for how many were in the kitchen? No one could say for sure, but the number didn’t really matter.

Because if Dud had to guess, if he was being honest with himself, every single one of them was likely part of the Black Hounds. That meant they weren’t just servers, cooks, or bartenders. They were trained. They knew how to fight. They could throw down if things went sideways.

And things had definitely gone sideways.

At that very moment, there was one person whose heart was practically leaping out of his chest. It was pounding so hard, so fast, it felt like it might explode.

Chad.

He couldn’t keep his mouth shut. His eyes darted frantically between Max and the manager who now lay sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain at the bottom of the stairs.

"Max... Max... Max!" Chad stammered, his voice rising with each word. "Do you even understand what you’ve just done?! You sucker-punched the manager, THE MANAGER, of this entire place!"

He was full-on panicking now, gesturing wildly as the words tumbled out in a frantic rush.

"The manager of a criminal organization! Do you get that? Criminal. Criminal! These guys kill people for a living, and you just decked him over something measly like that?!"

Chad’s screams were echoing through the room now, giving everyone nearby the full context of the chaos that had just unfolded.

"Max, you have to fix this! You have to do something!" Chad pleaded, nearly grabbing Max by the collar. "Tell them you’ll pay them double, no, triple! Get on your knees and beg. Beg, Max!"

Meanwhile, the manager was beginning to stir. Slowly, with a groan of pain, he pushed himself up, wiping the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t just the punch that had hurt, it was the hard bounce down every step on the way down.

Pain radiated through his body, but his pride had taken the harder hit.

"Do something!" Chad shouted one last time, his voice cracking.

What is this? the guard thought in disbelief. Isn’t he just some young student? He’s half my size, how can he be this strong?!

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