From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 481

Chapter 481: The Strongest Two (Part 2)

Sheri couldn’t stop the relieved smile that spread across her face when the numbers flashed on her screen. Another win. Another chunk of money secured. Another step closer to helping Max, whether she truly understood the scale of the winnings or not.

Even if she had no idea how much her bets were really affecting the Black Hounds, seeing those green numbers every round made her chest warm.

It felt good, really good, to finally be useful.

"Na could really keep going," Sheri breathed out, leaning forward. "He might actually win this whole thing."

"That isn’t our goal," Aron replied calmly, eyes never leaving the arena. "And the last thing we want is to draw too much attention."

He lowered his voice, tone shifting into the serious one he used whenever he slipped into strategist mode.

"We already knew Na was the most likely to win his first match," he explained. "If this was only about profit, we could’ve dumped everything on him at the start and left immediately."

Sheri blinked. "Then why didn’t we?"

"Because they would never let us leave," Aron said simply. "Not after pocketing that much money on the very first fight. Even now, with how we’ve been spacing things out, we’re winning far more than they’d ever be comfortable with."

He glanced around the venue, scanning faces the way a trained predator studies a pack.

"The Black Hounds only care about the venue’s total profit. Maybe they’re slightly in the red right now. Maybe they’re breaking even because of the other guests’ losses. But from their perspective, we’re taking a much larger slice of the pie than anyone else. And that makes us a problem."

Sheri swallowed hard. She hadn’t realized how delicate the balance was.

Aron’s methodical betting strategy wasn’t just about winning, it was about managing how they were seen.

Appearing too lucky was dangerous. Appearing too skilled was worse. The only safe path was looking like normal gamblers who occasionally got lucky.

Not predators.

Not thieves.

Not threats.

A few seats away, Na returned from the ring and dropped heavily into his usual chair. For the first time since his vow awakening, he didn’t mask the unsettled look in his eyes. He could feel people staring, other fighters, organizers, and spectators alike.

This isn’t good, Na thought. I really can’t control myself... not enough. If this keeps happening, what then? What happens if the group learns the truth? What happens if the wrong people figure out I’ve become... superhuman?

Rumors lingered at the edge of his memories. Whispers about "invitations" extended to those who reached the level of monsters, beings the underworld considered too valuable or too dangerous to leave alone.

Would they come for him? Would the invitation be an honor... or a threat?

His stomach twisted.

The event moved on, more fights playing out while Aron continued scanning the venue and Sheri followed his instructions diligently. And then, the screens shifted once again.

It was Evon’s turn.

The cheers that erupted were loud enough to vibrate the table under Sheri’s hands. Evon had become one of the crowd’s early favorites. Taking down a heavy hitter like Slob had made him stand out immediately, and now spectators were eager to see if it was a fluke, or if they were watching the rise of a new underground star.

Evon stepped into the cage with the same calm expression as before. The leather jacket he wore still looked crisp, which only added to the mystique surrounding him. No one suspected the truth behind the clothing, not yet.

Sheri shuddered the moment she saw him. Even without knowing his record, she could feel that this man had hurt people. A lot of people.

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