From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670: The Pink Ranger Proud

Before Sono could even formulate a verbal retort, Max turned on his heel and strode out of the lecture hall. The move was a calculated gamble, a tactical withdrawal designed to force the senior’s hand. Max knew that if he remained in the classroom, Sono might be tempted to decline the invitation and simply continue the public spectacle of violence, using the presence of the cowering freshmen as fuel for his ego.

By exiting, Max shifted the dynamic. He transformed himself from a stationary target into a fleeing taunt. To a man like Sono, who prided himself on his dominance and his ability to hunt, there was only one possible response. A predator cannot ignore a challenge that walks away with its head held high.

"I’ll kill him!" Sono roared, his face contorting with a sudden, violent rage. He moved to rush forward, his heavy boots thudding against the floor, but he was momentarily checked by a hand on his shoulder. Sylan had reached out, his expression a mask of conflict.

"Wait, Sono. What about the others in the class?" Sylan urged, his voice tight. "We should deal with them first, finish what we started to make sure the message sticks. We can go after that brat whenever we want. He’s got nowhere to run."

"You think we should just let him walk out like that?" Sono snapped, shaking off Sylan’s grip. "Taking him down right now, in front of everyone, or chasing him down like the dog he is, will send a much louder message to these idiots. It’ll show them that they can’t just do what they want and expect to walk away. Move!"

Sono burst through the doorway, his single-minded focus locked on the red-haired student disappearing around the corner. Sylan stood in the front of the classroom for a heartbeat, glancing back at the terrified freshmen who were watching him with wide, trembling eyes. He looked toward the door where Sono had vanished, then back at the room, weighing his options. In the end, the fear of being seen as weak or disloyal to the senior hierarchy won out. He decided to follow and support Sono.

While Sylan wasn’t a match for Max on his own, a fact his bruised ribs reminded him of with every breath, Sono was a different breed of fighter. He was stronger, more durable, and possessed a raw, animalistic aggression that Sylan lacked. With the two of them working together, Sylan convinced himself they could finally put Max in his place. Yet, a nagging worry clawed at the back of his mind. He recognized the pattern. Max was leading them away from witnesses, creating the exact same private environment he had used to dismantle Sylan the day before. He was leading them into a trap where he wouldn’t have to hold back.

When Sono reached the hallway, he saw Max heading toward the main exit of the business department building. Max didn’t run; he maintained a steady, casual pace until he reached the open air of the campus grounds. He stopped near a cluster of trees and turned to face his pursuers.

"Is there anywhere specific you want to do this?" Max asked, his tone as flat and professional as if he were asking for directions to the library. "I’d prefer somewhere private. That way, you won’t have to hide in shame when you eventually get beaten."

The veins on Sono’s forehead bulged, pulsing with a dark, rhythmic intensity. His breath came in heavy, jagged bursts.

"Oh, I have a few places in mind, you arrogant little shit," Sono growled, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. "Come on, then. If you’re really so eager for a hospital bed, follow me."

Max followed without a word. He knew it was better to escalate this situation and resolve it now before the "Bloodline" group’s territory was further encroached upon. This wasn’t just a schoolyard squabble anymore; it was a challenge to his authority.

Back in the classroom, the silence was broken by a wave of frantic mumbling. However, the sentiment among the students wasn’t one of gratitude. Instead, a toxic resentment was beginning to boil over, directed squarely at Max.

"That idiot... what was the point of him doing that?" one student muttered, his voice shaking with anger. "Coming in here, acting like he’s some kind of hero, saying all those things just to run away and lead them off. He’s just made it worse."

"Exactly," another chimed in, nodding feverishly. "The seniors are going to be seriously annoyed now. They’re going to keep visiting this room every day until they get what they want. They’re going to take it out on us because of him!"

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