From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 596

Chapter 596: Another Leap

The sudden, imposing appearance of Jett on the front lines had caused two immediate, devastating things for the Billion Bloodline group holding the courtyard.

The first was pure, paralyzing fear. Having just witnessed firsthand how the military-grade stun guns didn’t even make the giant flinch, the frontline defenders couldn’t help but nervously wonder what exactly would work on a monster like him. If thousands of volts of electricity only made him smile, he seemed practically invincible. The grim reality quickly set in: if they were to mistakenly get in his direct path and he was to attack them, they weren’t ever getting back up to join the fight. A single blow from him was a death sentence.

The second major issue was his suffocating overall presence. Because of how built he was, and how terrifyingly casual he was about the violence, the other defenders were becoming dangerously distracted. While desperately trying to focus on the swarms of Gilt Rats and Black Hounds they were currently dealing with in the melee, it was almost as if the Bloodline fighters were constantly looking over their shoulders, terrified and wondering if Jett was going to suddenly be standing right behind them.

"Haha! What is this? I honestly thought you guys were a hell of a lot braver the last time I came here!" Jett roared, his booming voice echoing over the clash of steel and fists. "Or maybe it’s the simple fact that now you actually have more of an idea of what I can do to you, so you’re not stupid enough to get in my way anymore!"

Looking around the chaotic courtyard, however, Jett wasn’t interested in slaughtering the low-level grunts cowering from him. He was actively trying to see the specific, high-value targets he had fought against previously.

He was hunting for those arrogant leaders wearing the colored jackets, or the two heavily muscled Fortis guards he had gone against that were actually rather tough for him to fight. He wanted a real challenge.

"I guess I’ll just do exactly as I need to for now. I’ll clear a bloody path straight to your front entrance," Jett grunted, rolling his shoulders as he walked ahead.

He figured that if he personally crushed the bulk of the defensive fighting line that was holding the courtyard, then the thousands of syndicate members trapped outside would be able to freely move forward and flood the Fortis building.

But as he confidently continued to walk ahead, something else was occurring in the churning crowd of fighters—something rather interesting that caught his eye.

"Move. Let me through!" a sharp, commanding voice shouted over the din of battle.

The surrounding groups continued fighting, completely ignoring the command. One of the overzealous Gilt Rat thugs, seeing a clear target, wildly swung a metal pipe to attack the man who had just spoken.

The man didn’t even break his stride. He smoothly pivoted his body to the side, effortlessly dodging the lethal swing. With a fluid, practiced motion, he grabbed the thug by the back of his shirt collar, used the man’s own momentum against him, and violently slammed him face-first into the concrete ground.

Immediately, another Black Hound enforcer charged forward to avenge his fallen comrade. The man simply leaned back, letting the wild punch graze the air in front of him, before snapping a brutal, pinpoint counter-punch right into the enforcer’s chin. The attacker’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious before he even landed.

Methodically, the man carved his way through the sea of people until he broke past the frontline skirmish and could clearly be seen by everyone standing in the open space.

"Ah, that damned Red Jacket. I recognize you very well," Jett said, a psychotic grin spreading across his face as he started to loudly crack his knuckles and stretch out his thick fingers.

"I owe you a lot for last time," Stephen said, stepping over a groaning thug and fixing his signature red jacket. "You did quite a nasty number on me back on that ship."

"Right, right! I remember now," Jett laughed, his chest heaving. "Back then, even though there were two of you little jacket-wearing punks coming at me at once, you still weren’t able to do absolutely anything to stop me. And now you boldly decide to step out here on your own? Did you get beaten so badly last time that you lost some of your brain cells?"

"Haha, a lot of things have happened in that short amount of time," Stephen said, his expression completely devoid of fear as he dropped into a perfectly balanced fighting stance. "I am not the exact same person I was before."

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