From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 626

Chapter 626: The deserter’s Shadow

Inside the gym, the atmosphere had shifted into a tense, suffocating game of hide-and-seek. Aron was no longer fighting out in the open; he moved like a phantom, utilizing the rows of heavy iron and cable machines as a makeshift fortress. He wasn’t retreating out of fear, but out of necessity, fighting a war of attrition while his body screamed in protest.

Skull paced the open floor near the center, his eyes darting toward the exit. He kept a constant watch on the door Ramon had recently demolished, assuming that Aron’s loyalty would eventually force him to make a desperate break for it. He knew that for a man like Aron, the thought of his "precious chairman" facing a full exoskeleton alone would be a slow-acting poison.

"Come on!" Skull taunted, his voice echoing off the mirrors. "Time is ticking, you know that, right? You saw the monster Ramon has become. Do you really think your Chairman has the power to deal with a full-suit exoskeleton? A kid with a checkbook against a god of steel?"

Skull paused, circling a heavy punching bag. "Or maybe you just don’t care? I mean, a guy with your skills... after this job goes south, you could always just disappear and join another group, right? Why die for a sinking ship?"

In that split second of taunting, Skull heard the faint scuff of a sneaker. He spun around, but he was already a fraction of a second too late. Aron had emerged from the shadows of a squat rack, hugging the floor as he went for a vicious, low-sweeping kick aimed at Skull’s ankles.

Skull reacted with a veteran’s instinct, lifting his feet just in time to avoid the sweep. But Aron wasn’t finished. Almost before his legs had completed the arc, he planted his hands on the rubber matting and launched his entire body upward, snapping a kick directly toward Skull’s face.

Skull threw up his guard, blocking the strike, but the force sent him stumbling back. Before he could rebalance, Aron was on him. Aron threw a flurry of punches, precise, rapid-fire strikes. Skull tried to counter, but his arms were knocked away at the perfect moment. Two quick hits landed flush on Skull’s jaw, rattling his brain. As a third strike whistled forward, Skull managed to find a desperate opening, lifting his leg and driving a front kick into Aron’s stomach.

The hit didn’t land solidly, but the force was enough to shove Aron back several feet.

"I can feel it in your attacks," Skull panted, a jagged grin spreading across his face. "I guess for some reason, you really do care about your chairman, don’t you? I can tell you’re rushing. You might be a better fighter than me, hell, I’m not even confident I’m going to win this fight, but as you should know, the job will get done regardless. All I need to do is keep you busy until Ramon completes the contract."

Spurred by the mention of Ramon, Aron charged again. He launched a high-octane kick, but Skull caught the leg mid-air. With his other hand, reinforced by heavy knuckle dusters, Skull moved to punch down directly into Aron’s exposed shin, a move meant to shatter the bone.

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