From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397: Darno’s Pride (Part 2)

Rather than rush inside on his own, Na had chosen to wait just outside the building. He had been weighing two possibilities. Either Aron would arrive soon, and the two of them would head in together under orders, or he would simply stay here and wait for whoever came back out. Since the intruders had arrived in vehicles, he assumed they would use those same vehicles to leave just as quickly.

It wasn’t long before that assumption proved right.

The moment Na saw Jett stepping out with Sheri tucked under his arm, he placed his hands up, slipping instinctively into a fighting stance. A chill ran through his body, his muscles tensing as every hair along the back of his neck stood on end. He knew exactly who this man was.

Being part of the Rejected Corps once meant working under the shadow of the Black Hounds. And anyone who had walked in those circles had heard the stories of the man they called the Enforcer. Na himself had seen glimpses of what this man was capable of. Enough to know the truth.

If I fight against him, I don’t stand a chance, Na thought grimly. His chest tightened as his eyes darted between Sheri and Jett’s steady, advancing frame.

"You’re not part of those idiots inside," Jett said as he kept walking forward, his voice casual, dangerous. "Well then, there’s no reason for you to stand in my way."

Na didn’t answer. He studied the situation carefully, looking for any gap he could exploit. There was only one thing going for him: Jett was carrying Sheri under one arm, which meant one of his hands was occupied. It wasn’t much, but it was the only advantage Na had.

Jett didn’t slow. His stride was relentless, as though Na was little more than an obstacle in his path. When the distance between them closed, Na moved. He pushed forward with all his strength, swinging his body toward Jett’s exposed side. He aimed carefully, targeting the perfect spot just under Sheri, where he could hit Jett hard without risking her.

But then a foot lifted up. Too fast. Too large. Too strong.

The kick slammed into Na’s chest before he could land his strike. The impact roared through his ribs, lifting him off his feet. His back crashed against the wall with a heavy crack. Pain spread like fire through his chest as his body slumped down the wall, gasping for air.

He could still move. He wasn’t broken. But that single strike had told him everything. Fighting was hopeless.

"Sorry," Jett said, his tone almost mocking. "I think I might have kicked you a bit too hard." He kept walking forward. "Your strength surprised me, so I just reacted. But with skills like yours, I think I might be seeing you around again."

Na could only watch as Jett reached the car. The door swung open, and with a casual motion, he tossed Sheri inside like she weighed nothing at all.

Na clenched his fists, frustration burning in his chest. He could move, he could keep fighting, but there was a reason he didn’t. My job is to protect Max, and Max is nowhere to be seen. There’s no reason for me to risk everything against a man like him, Na thought.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify