From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528: Spoils Of Battle (Part 2)

The Black Hound members, the host, and the guests remained frozen in place, not knowing what to do. The person who had been threatening them all, the man who had held every soul in the building under his thumb, was now lying broken on the floor.

Evon had been beaten so hard that his body refused to obey him. He was no longer standing up, and every time he tried to push himself off the canvas, his muscles gave out. Maybe if he had been wearing an exoskeleton on his legs, he could have found the mechanical support to stand, but the prototype he was wearing only covered his arms. After all, Evon was primarily there to test the offensive capabilities of the product. Finally, as Evon’s eyesight began to return, he found himself staring up at the bright, buzzing arena lights. He knew in his gut that he was unable to move.

He was barely able to lift his head as he watched Aron walking toward him, the sound of the baton dragging against the floor echoing in the silence.

"Damn it... Damn it!" Evon spat, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. "You were right... my teacher stopped teaching me. But I proved to myself that I could get this far on my own! I can best him. If I just had the entire exoskeleton, I would have been able to take you out, him, and everyone else!"

When Aron walked over, he didn’t immediately strike. He stood right over Evon, looking down at him with an unreadable expression for a few moments before looking back up at the crowd and the guards.

"Let everyone leave!" Aron shouted, his voice booming through the speakers. "The Black Hounds are no longer in charge of this venue. This venue will be shut down from today. So, it’s best if you want to avoid spending the rest of your lives in a prison for what you have done here, that all of you go now. Quickly!"

The Black Hound members didn’t know why, but they believed his words instantly. There was a weight to Aron’s presence that felt more authoritative than any boss they had served. Especially since they weren’t even supposed to be working for Evon in the first place, they saw no reason to stay and fight. The heavy doors were pushed open, and the guests began scurrying out of the room like rats fleeing a sinking ship.

The staff members left, the other fighters disappeared into the back, and soon, there was just Sheri and Na left in the room. Na looked toward the ring, his breathing heavy, and he saw Aron give a small, firm nod in his direction.

"Come on, let’s go," Na said, placing a hand on Sheri’s shoulder and pushing her toward the exit.

"Wait, but what about Aron?" Sheri asked, her voice trembling. "Shouldn’t we wait for him and leave together?"

"He will handle the situation," Na said, his voice low and serious. "But we don’t know what might happen here next, so let’s get out of here. We did what we needed to do. You completed your task, so let him do what he needs to do. Let’s go."

Na had a strong feeling that something was going to happen once they were gone, something brutal that Sheri didn’t need to see or carry in her memories.

When everyone had finally filtered out, the large arena felt hollow. Now it was just Evon and Aron who stood in the ring, staring at each other in the oppressive silence.

"You are part of the Gilt Rats, an organization that is even larger than that of the Black Hounds, correct?" Aron asked, his voice calm.

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