From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302: The First Blow

Due to the way the restaurant was positioned high up on the mountain top, the Rejected Corps members and the Chalk Line Boys had a clear, unobstructed view of anyone approaching along the narrow winding path. From their vantage point, they could see Max coming toward them, his figure small at first against the backdrop of the mountain road, but growing larger with every step.

At first, they didn’t think much of it , just a young man in a black and red jacket walking steadily forward. It was only when a few others came into view behind him, dressed in the exact same style, that the murmurs began.

"Hey... aren’t they a bit young looking? What’s going on here? You guys know these people?" one of the Chalk Line members snickered, his voice carrying across the quiet air. A few others chuckled under their breath, leaning toward each other to trade sarcastic remarks. To them, the sight was almost laughable , a bunch of teenagers in matching jackets, marching up a path toward one of the most notorious gang strongholds in Brinehurst.

One of the Rejected Corps members, clearly irritated by the comments, stepped forward, scratching the back of his head as he began moving toward the group. "It’s just some kid who’s got a problem with us," he muttered. "Looks like the boss treated him way too well, and now he thinks he can do whatever he wants. I’ll deal with him."

There had always been a quiet dislike for Max among some of the Rejected Corps , a kind of simmering resentment at the way Chrono had shown him unusual consideration. That dislike had only grown over time, festering into open hostility.

Even though there were quite a few figures walking behind Max, the gang members on watch could only see them as kids , delinquents at best. In their eyes, if they dropped one hard enough and made an example of him, the rest would scatter back down the mountain like frightened animals.

The advancing Rejected Corps member smirked, cracking his knuckles as he prepared to speak. "Come on, Max, show me what you, "

He never got to finish his sentence.

Max was already in motion, sprinting forward with sudden, explosive speed. His eyes were locked on the man’s face, his steps pounding against the dirt path. Out of reflex, the man swung his fist in a quick jab, but the strike cut through nothing but air.

Max’s response was a brutal overhand right, his entire body weight driving the blow downward. His knuckles smashed into the man’s cheek with a sickening crunch, the force snapping his head to the side and sending blood spraying into the air. The sound of the impact seemed to echo across the quiet mountaintop.

The man stumbled back two steps before his legs gave out completely, collapsing onto the ground. Blood poured freely from his nose, already swelling, and his jaw hung at an unnatural angle.

For a second, the other gang members simply stared, momentarily stunned by the sheer decisiveness of the strike. But before they could even process what had happened, Max closed the distance again , not to step past his opponent, but to drop his weight on top of him.

He pinned his knees firmly above the man’s arms, locking them down so he couldn’t raise a defense, and began hammering punches into the side of his face.

One.

Two.

Three.

The rhythm was relentless. Blood spattered onto Max’s sleeves, the ground beneath them quickly turning dark and slick. The man on the receiving end twitched with every blow, his head jerking side to side as Max’s fists found their mark again and again.

"Hey! The kid’s gonna kill him!" one of the Rejected Corps members shouted, snapping the others out of their shock. "He’s lost it , let’s get him!"

Three more members charged in together, moving fast. But Max didn’t even lift his head to acknowledge them. He kept driving his fists downward, his focus entirely on the man beneath him.

The first attacker reached out, aiming to grab him by the collar , and that was when Max moved. He exploded upward, twisting his body in a single fluid motion, and all three were dealt with almost instantly. Quick, precise strikes, each one designed to put them down hard before they could even understand what they were up against.

From behind Max, an array of jackets emblazoned with the Bloodline logo came surging forward. The sound of their footfalls on the dirt path rolled like a drumbeat, each step carrying the weight of their intent. They didn’t hesitate for even a second , the moment the first three Rejected Corps members closed in, Bloodline’s fighters were already there, moving with sharp precision.

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