From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: A Win Is a Win

Max exhaled deeply as he let go of Dud’s head, just in time to drive his knee with full force into his face.

Everything he had held in, every ounce of frustration, anger, and pain from everything he had been put through, was unleashed in that single devastating blow.

And when Dud’s head snapped back, it was almost like the world slowed down.

Max could see every detail, how his crooked nose twisted even further, how his front teeth flew from his mouth mid-impact, and how Dud’s eyes rolled lifelessly into the back of his head.

Then came the fall.

Dud’s body hit the ground with a sickening bounce, his skull tapping once against the floor before his entire frame lay still. Frozen. Motionless. Blood smeared the concrete in more than one place, painting a picture of undeniable defeat.

He wasn’t getting back up. Not this time.

Max, panting heavily, pressed a hand against his side, applying pressure to the deep wound. His arm was a mess, trembling and covered in blood. Though he had won the fight, he knew he couldn’t go on much longer. His body screamed at him to rest.

’Jay... I hope you saw that,’ Max thought to himself, eyes squinting against the pain. ’I finally got a piece of payback for what he did to you. But... I know it’s not enough. Not nearly enough to settle the debt we carry.’

While Max remained hunched over, his strength waning, several nearby Black Hound members saw an opening.

"The guy can barely stand! We have to get him now!" one of them shouted, already charging forward.

"What are you waiting for? He’s right!" the manager barked from behind. "Take him out now!"

The manager was visibly shaken. He couldn’t understand it. How had the young Max Stern, just a kid in his eyes, managed to take down Dud, one of their top fighters? Dud was more experienced, more ruthless. It shouldn’t have happened. But it had.

Chaos was erupting, and the manager knew this was bigger than just a scuffle, it was something that needed to be reported.

Three Black Hounds rushed in at Max.

But they didn’t make it.

A shadow lunged into view. A pair of hands grabbed two of the attackers by their faces and slammed them into the ground like ragdolls. The concrete cracked beneath the force.

The manager’s eyes widened.

It was Wolf, the man who had entered earlier and remained on the sidelines until now.

With a single motion, Wolf spun and struck the third attacker twice in the head. The poor man’s skull ricocheted between Wolf’s fists like a ball caught between two hammers before he collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

"My time of staying out of this is over," Wolf said, voice calm but laced with menace. "If anyone else comes near this kid, they’ll answer to me."

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