From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 449

Chapter 449: The High-Stakes Venue

As Chad made it to the opulent rooftop, he immediately felt a swarm of eyes on him. Usually, he loved the attention, it was why he dressed so flashily, but having not been at a high-profile party or underworld event in some time, the scrutiny felt unnerving. Not only that, but not too long ago, quite a lot of powerful people had been after his life.

"I need a drink," Chad muttered, rushing over to one of the elaborate bars. At these events, it was always an open bar, so they could order as much as they liked.

’I shouldn’t drink too much, though. I have an important job to do,’ he reminded himself, trying to inject some professionalism into his panicked mind. ’I just need enough to settle my nerves.’

As Chad sat at the bar, he wasn’t mingling with anyone. He wasn’t even trying to talk with the pretty ladies he could see, a clear sign of his current distress. For one, those who were there were either part of big, influential family names, or if they were waiters or staff, it meant they were part of the Black Hounds gang itself.

And he was sure of it now: all of the Black Hounds staff appeared to be keeping an extra eye out for him.

’Man... man, what if because they knew I was coming they set this all up as a trap?’ Chad thought frantically, gulping his first drink. ’I mean, with how much debt I have to them, they won’t just let me get away free, right? They might kidnap me and take me away!’

What was worse, Max and the core Rangers weren’t here. Instead, there were only two people he could possibly rely on, who were in a completely separate building.

’Can I really trust Max to have my back if all of this goes wrong?’

Second guesses were swirling through Chad’s head, clouding his judgment. But a tiny, analytical part of him wondered why he was sent on his own. Maybe this was also a subtle test from Max. If so, the real question was, who did he fear more? Was it Max, or the Black Hound members who wanted to bleed him dry?

🥶 The Fighter’s Lounge

For the other two, Wolf and Joe, they had entered a separate location and been escorted to the floor just below the main rooftop venue. This was the fighter’s lounge.

Fighters were allowed to go up to the top floor when the event officially started so they could witness the other fights beforehand, but there was still about an hour before then.

So, a type of buffet, as well as several training areas, had been set up, allowing the people to mingle with each other. The atmosphere was thick with tension, testosterone, and the smell of cheap disinfectant.

"Man, I don’t know why I’m so nervous," Joe confessed, his hands shaking slightly again. He had already broken through his Vow, but facing a real fight in an enemy territory was a different kind of terror.

Wolf grabbed onto Joe’s hands, holding them steady. "Your hands are cold, man. That’s not good. You should warm up, do some running or something."

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