From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247: The Bloodline Rangers Arrive

Three men had burst through the front doors with a loud crash, stepping confidently into the room as if the chaos already brewing was merely a welcome party. Each of them wore the same sleek jacket, midnight black and unmistakably tailored for more than fashion. Yet there was one subtle distinction: the color of the lining on the inside of their jackets.

Out of all of them, one man stood out immediately, the one whose inner lining shimmered silver beneath the overhead lights. He was clearly the leader, and he stepped forward with effortless calm, commanding the room without saying a word.

"What is happening today?!" the manager shouted, his voice already strained. "Did everyone take a crazy pill this morning?!"

As if on cue, the kitchen doors swung open behind the bar, and a new wave of tension washed over the room. The kitchen staff emerged, still dressed in crisp white uniforms, but in their hands, they held long, sharp kitchen knives.

Just as Max and Dud had suspected, the staff weren’t ordinary chefs, they were Black Hounds.

"I know Max gets himself into some really, really dangerous situations," Joe muttered under his breath, "but this... isn’t this a little too dangerous?"

Steven, standing beside him, gave a wary nod. "We half-expected this. After all, Max called everyone he could before coming here. He knew what might go down."

Joe’s heart pounded in his chest. These weren’t just school delinquents carrying bats or pipes, these were fully grown adults, broad-shouldered and heavy-handed. Some of them were just as big as Steven. And those blades they held? They weren’t bluffing. If Joe were stabbed, he wasn’t sure he’d even make it to a hospital.

From above, Max watched everything unfold. He let out a breath of relief as he recognized the silver-lining jacket. Earlier, he’d seen the message confirming they were en route. And now, they were finally here.

Despite all the unknowns, despite all the unpredictable elements of this operation, Max had always believed it would come down to one thing: fighting.

He hadn’t expected Dud to be such a significant variable in the equation. Still, in the back of his mind, Max had imagined this exact outcome, that he’d need help. He had simply hoped to squeeze out a bit more cash into his account before the chaos erupted.

"What are you idiots doing just standing there?!" the manager screamed at the staff. "Those intruders weren’t invited! Deal with them!"

The knife-wielding kitchen staff began to charge forward.

Without hesitation, the silver-lining man, Aron, reached for his waist, his hand moving with precision. In one smooth motion, he pulled out a collapsible baton and snapped it open with a satisfying metallic click.

As the first attacker lunged toward him, Aron brought his arm down in a swift arc, targeting the wrist. The strike was clean, surgical. Pain exploded in the man’s forearm, forcing him to drop the knife immediately.

Before the attacker could recover, Aron spun and slammed the baton across the man’s face. The force sent him twisting to the ground, unconscious before he hit the floor.

A second attacker didn’t flinch, he rushed in without hesitation, thrusting his blade toward Aron’s ribs. But Aron spun again, smoothly dodging the attack. And this time, from the other side of his jacket, he pulled out a compact stun gun.

He jammed it against the back of the man’s neck and activated it. A violent crackle of electricity lit up the air as the man seized up and dropped, twitching and unconscious.

Ordinary stun guns wouldn’t have done the job. But this was no ordinary tool. Modified and upgraded for high-threat situations, it delivered pain, and results. Steven, watching from the sidelines, knew that agony well.

And then it hit him. A conversation long ago, a group that had come up in whispers and warnings. A name: The Bloodline.

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