From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427: The Meaning of Superhuman

When Max spoke the word Superhuman, the room fell into a thoughtful silence.

Most of the group tilted their heads slightly, uncertain of what he meant. Were they talking about people from comic books , those who could fly, shoot lasers, or bend steel with their bare hands? Or was Max referring to something else entirely , something real, something dangerous?

For Joe and Stephen, it sounded absurd. For Na, who stood quietly behind Max, it was a term she hadn’t heard before. But for Wolf, that single word struck deeper than it did for anyone else.

His eyes widened slightly. Memories resurfaced , whispered conversations between higher-ranking gangs, the kind of rumors people never spoke too loudly about. Back then, he had thought it was nonsense, wild talk made to scare smaller groups like theirs. But after meeting someone like Jett , who had crushed them all single-handedly , Wolf wasn’t sure what to believe anymore.

If there were people even stronger than Jett, what else could they be but Superhuman?

"I’ve heard of them," a voice said suddenly.

Everyone turned to look. It wasn’t Wolf, nor Aron, nor Na.

It was Darno.

He stood there calmly, his hands tucked in his pockets, as if what he’d said wasn’t surprising at all.

Max raised an eyebrow. "I’m surprised you know that term , and I’m guessing you’re using it in the true sense, not the comic-book kind," he said.

Darno gave a small nod.

"Considering you once told me you had a teacher," Max continued, "someone who taught you your fighting style... I’m guessing that teacher of yours , he’s one of them, isn’t he?"

Darno’s expression didn’t change, but the faint tension in his shoulders was answer enough. He didn’t speak again, simply nodding once more.

He wasn’t supposed to talk about his teacher , not to anyone. The man’s name, his location, even the techniques he had passed down were secrets Darno was meant to carry alone.

Still, there was a reason he had come here today.

"The reason I’m here," Darno said after a moment, "is because I wanted to ask for time off. I plan to go search for my teacher. If I can find him again, I’ll get stronger. And if that happens... then something like what happened with Jett won’t ever happen again."

Max studied him carefully. For someone who had started off on such shaky terms, Darno had proven himself loyal , maybe even more loyal than he realized.

He’s not from the underworld, Max thought. He doesn’t understand how valuable his skills are out there. If he did, he could name his price and disappear overnight.

It was strange. Someone like Darno could have been working for powerful syndicates, yet here he was , in the Fortis Group, choosing to fight for them.

"You can go," Max said finally. "But before you do, stay for a moment. What I’m about to say might benefit you , and everyone here."

That immediately caught their attention.

Max stood from his chair, his hands resting lightly on the desk as he looked at the Rangers one by one , Stephen, Joe, Wolf, Darno, and even Aron.

"In this world," he began, "there are people known as Superhumans. These are individuals strong enough to take down entire gangs or organizations by themselves."

"They’re called Superhuman because certain parts of their bodies are enhanced beyond natural limits. Some are incredibly strong. Others have insane endurance, faster reflexes, or even unnatural healing abilities. There are a few whose brains function far beyond what a normal person can comprehend."

They exchanged glances, and Wolf nodded slightly. They had wondered. Max had always been strong, but at times, he had shown sudden bursts of strength that defied reason. It wasn’t normal.

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