From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Wolf’s Power

Wolf’s picture appeared on the monitor, bold and unmistakable, and right next to him was the image of his opponent, a dark-skinned man with a harsh, unblinking stare and no eyebrows at all. The lack of eyebrows somehow made his expression even more threatening, like his face was carved into a permanent glare meant to intimidate anyone who looked at him for too long.

Then there was Wolf, standing with his usual wild orange hair and that calm, almost bored expression he always wore. He looked young, sure, but he didn’t look fragile the way Joe had looked earlier. And on top of that, a few of the fighters scattered around the rooftop immediately recognized him.

"That’s Wolf, right? The leader of the Pit Gang," one whispered. "What’s he doing all the way here in Notting Hill?"

"Oh, you know him?" another asked, clearly surprised.

"The Pit has a bit of a reputation as a street gang in Mancur City, right next to us. So this fight might not be as easy as people think. But I doubt most of the spectators will know that."

The second fighter nodded slowly, trying to process the information. Because it was true, most of the spectators in the rooftop venue were going off nothing but appearances and gut feeling. A few were willing to take risks and gamble on the lesser-known fighter for a large payout, but most were still betting with their eyes, not their logic.

There weren’t nearly as many people heavily favoring the other side as when Joe fought, but the odds still leaned noticeably toward Wolf’s opponent. And once again, one person in particular placed a very large bet.

"Ten million on Wolf," Chad said confidently as he hit the confirm button. "This one is in the bag! And when they get to the later rounds, where the odds stack up and the pay gets bigger, I’ll bet most of my money then."

Across from him, Vivian glanced down at the tablet in her hands. All the information regarding the bets was displayed there in real time, and she noticed immediately that Chad had finally placed another wager.

"Is this a coincidence?" she murmured, tapping her finger on the edge of the screen. "He’s only bet on those two people so far. Why?"

Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Both Joe and Wolf were from the same gang, the Pit Gang. But there was no way Chad could know that unless he had some sort of connection... right?

"Alright, the bets are in!" the host shouted enthusiastically. "We now have The Rock going against The Wolf!"

The crowd erupted into cheers as both contestants dropped down into the ring. The energy on the rooftop lit up again, fueled by alcohol, adrenaline, and the promise of violence.

Rock cracked his knuckles loudly, rolling his shoulders in an exaggerated display meant to intimidate. Meanwhile, Wolf stood casually with both hands still in his pockets, wearing a calm demeanor that immediately caught the interest of everyone watching.

"I’m telling you, the silent ones are the ones you need to watch," one spectator said confidently. "That Wolf kid is going to end this with ease!"

"Right, right," his friend mocked, rolling his eyes. "You said that about the last two fights and you lost horribly. That’s why I bet on Rock."

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