From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 257

Chapter 257: A Dangerous Gamble

The fighting had started to slow down.

Across the battered floor of the underground ring, members of each group, both allies and enemies, were finally beginning to feel the weight of their injuries. The adrenaline that had kept their bodies moving, fueling them through pain and exhaustion, was beginning to fade. Limbs moved slower. Grunts of exertion turned into wheezes. And more and more of them remained sprawled on the ground, unable to stand.

Yet in the midst of it all, the Bloodline Rangers continued to fight.

Joe, even after finally figuring out how to deal with his opponent, was still locked in a brutal struggle against Sniper. He had the edge now, had cracked the code, but it was far from over. Blow for blow, they went at it.

Sniper wasn’t giving up. Not now. Not when the boy in front of him, barely more than a high schooler, was matching him. Defeating him. The swelling around Sniper’s eyes had gotten worse, the bruises piling up, but the man’s pride wouldn’t let him fall. Not yet.

Still, it was only a matter of time.

Steven, on the other hand, had ended his fight swiftly. It hadn’t even been a contest. And maybe that was the problem. The Black Hounds noticed. Especially the waiters, they hadn’t forgotten what he’d done to them earlier.

The moment Steven stepped down from the ring, a tray edge came flying at his throat like a guillotine.

He ducked, lowering himself just in time. The attack whistled over his head. Instinct kicked in, and he countered with a punch aimed straight for the attacker. The tray was raised as a makeshift shield, but it did nothing to stop the hit. Steven’s fist bent the tray like tin foil and still smashed into the Black Hound member’s face.

It wasn’t even close.

Everyone was caught up in their own battles, struggling, pushing, surviving. No one had the freedom to help Max. Not Joe. Not Steven. Not a single one of them… except for one person.

Wolf.

“Aren’t you going to do something?!” Chad’s voice broke through the chaos. “You’re on the same team, right? You’re both Bloodline. And I’ve heard how skilled you are. Why aren’t you helping him?!”

Chad hadn’t looked away once. Not even for a second. His eyes were locked on Max’s brutal exchange with Dud, watching every painful second of it. And still, Max was standing. Still, he was fighting through whatever agony he must’ve been feeling.

Wolf’s response was cool, but his gaze was sharp.

“Why don’t you help him?” Wolf said, turning his head slightly. “You seem to know him just as well.”

There was more behind those words than deflection. There was a truth, a quiet one. A choice that Wolf had already made, long before the fists had started flying. A decision not made out of cowardice, but necessity.

Wolf wanted to help Max. He liked the kid. Not just for the money, though, sure, that helped, but for who Max was. There was something in him worth backing.

But this situation… this wasn’t just about Max anymore. By siding with him, Wolf had already made enemies. Powerful ones. The Rejected Crops. The Black Hounds. Two forces larger than anything the Pit had ever gone up against.

Helping Max more than he already had? That would drag the Pit into a war it couldn’t survive.

So this, watching, standing back, restraining himself, this was as far as Wolf could go.

As for the others, still deep in their own battles, only one person was left who felt he could still do something.

Aron.

The only problem was… he hadn’t decided if he should. Not yet.

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