From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 313

Chapter 313: The Weight of a Trigger

Although the fighting had all but ended, the Bloodline students didn’t let their guard down. They hovered around the fallen Chalkline Boys and Rejected Corps members, making sure none of them tried to crawl back up.

Anyone who twitched, anyone who even opened an eye too quickly, was immediately met with another blow, forcing them back down. Some of the gangsters might have been faking their injuries, waiting for a chance to strike, but the students weren’t going to take that risk.

The battle was over. And it was overwhelming: the Bloodline Group had won.

But the atmosphere, noisy and restless just moments ago, shifted instantly into a heavy silence the second Chrono pulled something from his jacket.

A gun.

Every student saw it, and a wave of unease ran through them. Their hearts began to pound harder, not from exertion, but from dread.

A gun was something most of them had only ever seen on television, in movies, or in the hands of police officers. None of them had ever faced one in real life, let alone stared down the barrel. They didn’t need experience to understand what it meant. With a single squeeze of Chrono’s finger, someone’s life could end in an instant.

"Is that thing real?" one student whispered. "It can’t be... right? How could they even get something like that?"

"Look at the uniform," another muttered, his voice shaky. "These guys were ex-military... there’s a good chance it’s real."

"Wait..." another voice broke in, more hushed than the others. "Didn’t you hear the rumor about Abby? The way she died... she was shot."

That hit harder than any punch thrown that night.

The Bloodline students had already pieced it together, these people had been behind Jay’s death, and Abby’s as well. But now, staring at the weapon gleaming in Chrono’s grip, that rumor crystallized into truth.

There was no doubt anymore. The gun in Chrono’s hand was real.

Chrono rose slowly from the floor, his grin stretching wider and wider as he aimed the weapon straight at Max.

"Hahaha!" his laughter rang out, high and sharp. "Look at you now! You were running your mouth, talking all that crap before, but now? Now you’re frozen stiff! Come on, where’s that bravery from earlier?"

The Bloodline members held their breath.

But Max... Max didn’t flinch.

Fear didn’t wash over him. Instead, a different fire burned in his chest. Anger.

Was this how Abby felt? The thought seared through his mind. Was this what she saw in her last moments, this same barrel, this same smirk?

He clenched his fists tighter. For him, this wasn’t the first time someone had pulled a gun on him. But in the past, he had always been in more favorable positions. Here, now, it was different.

"You know..." Max said, his voice low but firm, "using a weapon like that, if this gets out, the others won’t let it go."

For the first time, Chrono faltered. His grin flickered, confusion flashing in his eyes.

How did Max know about that? About the unwritten rules of the underworld in this country, rules that even someone like Chrono couldn’t simply ignore?

"ARGHHHH!" he roared, sprinting across the floor.

Chrono’s eyes widened. He snapped the gun up, leveling it square at Max’s chest. His finger squeezed the trigger,

, but before the shot rang true, a blade whistled in from the side. It sank into Chrono’s hand, forcing his grip open. His finger jerked, and the gun went off,

BANG!

The bullet skimmed across Max’s cheek, grazing the skin but missing its mark.

And then Max’s fist smashed into Chrono’s face.

Chrono staggered, but Max didn’t stop. He clamped onto Chrono’s wrist, wrenching the weapon away from him with sheer force.

"You won’t wake up from this one!" Max growled, his voice like thunder.

He ripped the gun free, his boot driving deep into Chrono’s chest, sending him sprawling. And now, Max stood tall, the gun in his hand, aimed straight at Chrono’s head.

Chrono’s lips trembled, his eyes wide with rage and disbelief. "Like you could kill som-"

BANG!