From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: The Bloodline’s First Strike

Immediately, everyone sprang into action at Max’s command. The delinquents, buzzing with restless energy, had been waiting for this very moment. This was their stage, their fight, their chance to prove themselves, and now it was time to act.

They surged forward without a moment’s hesitation, carried by the electric charge in the air around them. Shouts and footsteps blended into a single roar as they crashed into the opposing forces, on one side, the rough-faced boys of Chalkline, and on the other, the hardened members of the Rejected Corps.

The first blows were swift and brutal. Bats swung through the air, colliding with skulls and cheeks with sickening cracks. Gang members flinched and staggered back, their surprise evident. Outnumbered and caught off-guard, they scrambled to retaliate.

Fists flew, kicks lashed out, bike chains whipped through the air, and the gleam of knives flashed in the chaos. The brawl was a storm of violence, bodies shoving and twisting, every movement desperate.

"What even is this Bloodline Group?!" one of the Rejected Corps members yelled over the noise, wiping blood from his mouth. "I’ve never even heard of them!"

"Can’t you tell just by looking at their faces?" a Chalkline fighter sneered, pulling a knife from his pocket. "They’re just a bunch of damn high school brats!" He lunged forward, blade raised, ready to stab one of the younger fighters.

But before the steel could meet flesh, a blur came from the side. Joe slammed into the man, landing several rapid punches in quick succession. Each strike was a thunderclap, the final blow snapping the man’s head back and dropping him instantly. The knife clattered to the ground beside his unconscious body.

"Be careful with the more dangerous ones!" Joe barked, glancing at the students around him. "You can recover from a punch or even a broken bone, but this, " he jerked his chin toward the fallen knife, "this can end you. Leave it to us when it comes to guys like this, and remember what we taught you!"

The students nodded in unison, gripping their weapons tighter. This was exactly why most of them had come armed with longer-reaching tools, bats, sticks, anything that would keep an enemy at bay.

Steven had anticipated this from the very beginning. Knowing what was coming, he had altered the training regimen for every student who attended the Bloodline gyms. Even though his own expertise was in boxing, like most dedicated martial artists, his interests spanned far beyond a single discipline. He had friends in various fields, fighters who specialized in knife defense, baton work, and survival tactics.

Steven had invited those friends to teach classes, supplementing his own skills and brushing up on techniques he hadn’t practiced in years. The sessions were never about fancy disarms or flashy moves, they were about survival. He knew that in a real fight, panic could strip away everything you thought you knew. The short time they had to prepare meant drilling only the essentials from day one: maintaining distance, reading the subtle shifts in an opponent’s posture, and spotting the telltale signs of whether they were about to stab, slash, or swing.

For Joe, this wasn’t unfamiliar territory. He had fought gang members before, had stared down the madness and violence that came with the streets. Compared to the others, he was far more accustomed to pushing past the fear, and right now he was doing everything he could to shield the students from the worst of the fight.

"Hey, what the hell, looks like they’re not all high school kids! This one’s a grandpa!" one of the Chalkline boys sneered mid-brawl.

A heavy hook came swinging through the air before he could laugh again. The punch smashed into the gangster’s jaw, cracking against bone and sending a tooth spinning out of his mouth. The man crumpled instantly, landing in a heap on the ground.

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