From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523: Large Payout (Part 1)

It was exactly as Wolf had predicted. From the very moment he learned that Vivian was going to be present at the event, he knew with absolute certainty that she was likely to bring the group nothing but trouble.

She was a person who held a high ranking in the Black Hounds, but everyone in the underworld knew she didn’t hold that position due to her own combat prowess or personal power. It was her connections and her ruthless nature that kept her there. Because of this, Wolf knew she would rely on numbers and underhanded tactics.

Being a cautious man by nature, Wolf had wanted to prepare a secondary plan, a safety net just in case all else failed during the negotiation or the confrontation.

So, he had immediately called in the members of the Pit.

A large contingent of the Pit gang was already stationed in Nottinghill. This was largely because of the significant amount of time Wolf had been spending in the area recently, managing affairs and scouting. They had been discreetly moving into the district, blending in with the shadows of the city.

They were even currently looking for suitable locations, along with Max, to determine where the Pit could permanently relocate to. The expansion into Nottinghill was a major step for them, and they needed a new base of operations that matched their rising ambition.

However, despite the push into new territory, Max didn’t want Wolf to completely move out of Mancur City just yet. Nor did he want them to stop their operations there if other groups asked them to do jobs.

The main reason for this hesitation was strategic. Max still wished for critical information regarding the White Tiger gang and their movements. Mancur City remained the hub of that specific intel, and staying active there was their best bet to keep their ears to the ground. If they pulled out completely, they would go blind to the movements of one of their biggest potential threats.

Although Max didn’t tell Wolf this outright, Wolf was sharp enough to read between the lines of his leader’s orders.

Regardless of the reasons, because of Wolf’s cautious nature, the reinforcements from the Pit had arrived well in advance. During the course of the event, they had been working silently in the background. Whenever they saw a chance, they had been systematically taking out members of the Black Hounds who were patrolling the perimeter or guarding the exits.

It was a classic infiltration tactic. They would knock them out, drag them into side rooms or utility closets, and then strip them of their uniforms. Disguising themselves as Black Hound members, they slipped back into the crowd.

When a group got too large, like the Black Hounds had become, often the lower-ranking members didn’t know the faces of their own comrades. They relied on uniforms and armbands to identify friend from foe. It was a fatal flaw in their organizational structure.

The Pit was different. They were a close-knit family; they had bled together and fought together in the slums. They knew each other’s faces, names, and fighting styles. That tight bond was one of their greatest strengths, and the Black Hounds’ lack of it was a disadvantage that Wolf was all too happy to exploit.

The results of this careful planning were what was currently present in the ballroom.

Wolf had seen the subtle signal given by Sandra, informing him that the perimeter was secure and that his men were in position. With that confirmation, they had sprung the trap. They had managed to catch Vivian completely off guard, neutralizing her personal guards before they could even draw their weapons.

The room was tense, the air thick with the smell of violence.

"I know you probably have more Black Hound members in the hotel, likely stationed on the other floors and waiting in your pocket for a signal," Wolf claimed, his voice projecting clearly across the room to the remaining enemies. "But I think it would be best if you called them all off right now. That is, unless you don’t want to live to see another day."

He paused, letting the threat hang in the air.

"And since you tried to kill us a few times already, you should know by now that we aren’t joking about this. We don’t make empty threats."

Wolf then moved over carefully, his steps measured and confident. Joe and Chad followed close behind him.

Chad was in a state of utter disbelief. He looked around the room, his eyes wide. The Black Hounds, a massive gang that he had feared for so long, were being completely overturned by the members of the Pit. It wasn’t just a fight; it was a dismantling.

Of course, Chad now knew the wider picture of things. He understood that Max was behind things. But even with that knowledge, he was wondering how Max was able to create so many flowing parts, political maneuvering, gang warfare tactics, economic expansion, to be able to get to the situation they were in right now. It was like watching a grandmaster play chess while everyone else was playing checkers.

Finally, as they reached the center of the chaos where Vivian was being held, the group decided it was time to move.

Wolf turned to the terrified civilians and guests who were huddled near the walls.

"Guests, thank you for coming today!" Wolf shouted, his tone almost mockingly polite. "But it appears that the event is over, as you can see. So, it’s best you go home for the night. And as always, pretend something like this never happened in the first place! Forget the faces, forget the names, and you’ll live long, happy lives."

As he finished his address, he decided to take over custody of the hostage. He grabbed the knife from Sandra’s hand, his grip firm, and held Vivian himself. He pressed the blade slightly against her, just enough to let her know he was serious, before dragging her forward.

"Let’s go," Wolf commanded.

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