From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: The Weight of a Higher Rank

Wolf had been tracking the flow of the battle as he always did, his eyes constantly flicking between the fighters, reading the movement of the crowd. It wasn’t just instinct, it was habit. And in that constant sweep of the chaos, he’d noticed something.

Aron wasn’t far behind them.

He was almost shadowing their advance, stepping in whenever someone got too close to Max, dispatching threats with brutal efficiency. Because of him, the path forward had been far easier than it should have been.

Wolf’s gut told him Aron wasn’t just hanging around by coincidence, he was waiting. Watching. Holding himself back for the right opponent. The kind of opponent who could turn the tide of a fight. And Wolf’s guess had been dead on.

This wasn’t like their battle against the Black Hounds, where they’d had to deal with multiple high-caliber fighters spread across the field. The Rejected Corps and Chalkline Boys were different. Their numbers were high, but their elite fighters were few. And among those few, one stood out above the rest.

Na.

He was easily the most troublesome, a fighter whose raw strength could break the momentum of the Bloodline Group if left unchecked. Wolf could only hope Aron had realized this as well, and from the look of it, he had.

An S-rank fighter to take down an A+ rank fighter. That was what it would take. And Wolf couldn’t help but smirk to himself, knowing that Na had no idea what he was walking into.

"You blocked my punch... with a baton?" Na said, his voice dripping with disbelief. "With my strength, those can’t be any ordinary batons."

There was a reason for his suspicion. Na was wearing black gloves, but not just any gloves. These were reinforced at the knuckles with steel, giving them the same bone-cracking effect as brass knuckles, but with far more fluidity of movement. Even without them, Na’s punches were devastating. With them, they could crush bone like glass.

And yet, the man in front of him had stopped his strike cold, and the batons hadn’t even cracked.

"I’ve been failing my tasks a lot lately," Aron said evenly, lowering his batons to his sides. "And since trouble has been popping up more and more, I’ve had to be... better prepared."

The batons in Aron’s hands weren’t the same ones he’d used before. His old set had broken under the strain of previous fights, and he’d taken the opportunity to have new ones custom-made.

These were built differently. Portions of the batons were made from carbon fiber, giving them both incredible strength and a lightness that allowed for lightning-fast movement. Other sections were reinforced with denser material for added weight, enough to make every strike hit like a hammer.

The design was precise, tailored perfectly to Aron’s control and fighting style. The balance was flawless, heavy enough to deal maximum destructive force, light enough to never slow him down.

And he wielded them in pairs now. He excelled far more with two batons than he ever had with a single one and his taser. The only reason he’d avoided using both up until now was simple: with his strength, he worried he might hit too hard... and kill someone.

"I see now," Na said through gritted teeth. "I don’t have the privilege of going after them. I’ll need to give you my full attention." His eyes narrowed. "Still... I wonder how someone like Max managed to convince you to fight on his side."

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