From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 732

Chapter 732: Using Your Head

It wasn’t the first time Wolf had been stabbed in his life. Working as the leader of a street gang during his rise through the underworld, he had been through this exact situation a few times before.

However, a concealed weapon was a dangerous variable. If a fighter knew they were going up against an armed opponent, they would usually tweak their fighting style to compensate, but he had never fought against someone who hid a retractable blade in the very tip of their boots.

Thankfully, because the mechanism needed to remain hidden inside the footwear, the blade protruding from the toe was rather small. The cut wasn’t too deep into the muscles of Wolf’s arm, and with the adrenaline surging through his system, he could still move it without losing function.

A wound is still a wound, though, Wolf calculated internally, his eyes tracking his opponent. As the fight drags on, the blood loss is going to affect my reaction time. If he keeps tagging me with those hidden blades, it’s going to get exponentially harder to win this.

That wasn’t the only thing worrying Wolf—it was the erratic, deceptive fighting style of the assassin standing across from him. Two unexpected tricks had already landed, and there was a high probability the kid had more hidden up his sleeve. If there was one specific type of opponent Wolf’s Vow powers didn’t work well against, it was a wild card who relied on hidden gimmicks and misdirection.

Still, maybe it was for the best that he was the one taking on this specific threat instead of the less experienced Rangers.

The young assassin suddenly charged in, throwing a sharp kick aimed directly at the arm he had already sliced open. Knowing he couldn’t block it with the hidden blade active, Wolf ducked beneath the arc. But almost as if he had predicted the evasion, the youngster instantly drove a heavy knee upward, targeting Wolf’s face.

Just in time, Wolf brought both hands up to absorb the impact, catching the knee and pushing off the ground with all his weight. He managed to unbalance the young assassin slightly, but before he could capitalize, another shower of flung coins blocked his vision.

Immediately following the distraction, a roundhouse kick came whipping toward his head. The only defensive option left was for Wolf to raise his open palm to catch the foot. As the hit connected, the hidden blade at the tip of the boot drove straight through the palm of his hand, slicing it open. Wolf yanked his hand back, spinning on his heel and sweeping his legs in a wide perimeter just in case the assassin tried to close in for a execution strike.

The young man didn’t push forward, though. He simply stepped back, a cold, playful smile stretching across his face.

Right. None of these Black Hand members are just smart—they’re insanely skilled, exceptionally strong, and far heavier hitters than they look, Wolf realized, his hand dripping blood onto the stone. The hidden weapons aren’t the only dangerous thing about this kid.

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