From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 408

Chapter 408: Not That Easy! (Part 1)

It was as clear as day that Jett was going to fight Max. The intent was written all over his grin, in the lazy way he rolled his shoulders, as though this moment had been planned from the start. But what was the reason for it?

Max’s group might have had its grudges, and maybe the Stern family had built up plenty of bad blood with the Black Hounds over the years, but he had never personally met Jett before. Every action so far, every move Jett had made, felt strangely personal. The tone, the choice of words, even the smug amusement, it wasn’t business; it was obsession.

The whole thing felt like a personal grudge disguised as a gang order, as if Jett was acting for his own satisfaction while pretending it was for the Black Hounds. But why? What could he possibly gain from this?

There was only one explanation that fit the pattern: someone else had put him up to it.

The way Jett spoke, the way he was so confident about the "payment" afterward, it all added up. After delivering whatever beating he had in mind, he would probably contact the Billion Bloodline Group and demand money for Sheri’s safe return.

’Sheri and me, both targeted? Who would want that?’ Max thought, his eyes narrowing. ’Could this be one of the Sterns? Someone like Bobo, trying to use a gang to get rid of both of us at once?’

He didn’t have proof, but every instinct told him something bigger was in play.

Jett still stood there, smiling with the ease of someone who thought the fight was already won. His arms were folded, his confidence absolute. Around him, the Black Hound members began to move, shadows in the narrow pathways between containers. Ten men at least, circling in like wolves.

’There’s an easy way to stop this,’ Max thought. ’I could tell him the truth, that I’m the head of the Billion Bloodline Group. If he really wants money, he’d back off the moment he knew who he was dealing with.’

But that wasn’t an option. Letting the Black Hounds know that he ran the Bloodline Group could tear open everything he’d built. And more than that, he couldn’t bring himself to pay off the people who had kidnapped Sheri.

He clenched his fists. "Get him," Jett ordered.

The nearest thug came sprinting forward, bat raised high. He swung it down with a shout that echoed between the metal walls.

But the hit never landed.

Max twisted at the last second, spinning to the side. The bat slammed against the ground with a hollow clang, and before the man could recover, Max’s leg snapped upward. The side kick landed hard in the man’s stomach, folding him in half. The thug hit the floor, gasping, the weapon rolling free across the ground.

For a moment, the echo of that single strike filled the space.

Jett’s confident posture faltered, his arms unfolding as his eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Oh? What’s this?" he said with a half-laugh. "I thought my guys got beaten up by some random employees from that company. But it looks like you’ve got some skill after all. Maybe I was wrong about you."

The downed thug coughed, trying to push himself up. Max watched, frowning. His kick should have ended the fight right there, yet the man was already standing again. Whether it was raw endurance or sheer stubbornness, it told him one thing: these weren’t ordinary street fighters.

"Jett, right?" Max said calmly. "The Enforcer."

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