From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 737

Chapter 737: Making A Plan

Stephen and Na were working together, attempting to take out two dangerous Black Hand members at once: the woman in office attire, who was a master at long-range kicks and maintaining distance, and the young Trickster, who had rejoined the fray after defeating Wolf.

"We have to be careful," Stephen warned, shaking his head slightly. "For him to have beaten Wolf, it means he’s serious trouble."

Stephen was holding his head right where the heavy coin had struck him earlier. Because he had kicked off at full speed when the coin hit, the collision had hurt far more than he expected.

"We just need to do the exact same thing as before, right?" Na suggested, adjusting his stance. "We target one of them together first, completely ignore the other, and then we take down whoever’s left."

"Agreed. And since that young kid is the one who stopped my charge, let’s go for him first!"

Learning from his previous mistake, Stephen decided not to sprint blindly ahead. Instead, he advanced cautiously, keeping pace right alongside Na. Once they closed the distance, Stephen prepared to burst forward for a decisive blow—but the moment his foot hit the floor, a sharp, digging pain shot through his sole.

Small, spiked caltrops had been scattered across the stone floor. As Stephen instinctively glanced down for a fraction of a second, the woman in office attire seized the opening, delivering a lightning-fast kick directly to his temple.

Distracted by Stephen getting hit, Na lost his focus on the Trickster and reached out to grab the office woman’s extended leg. But before he could clamp his fingers around her ankle, a foot whipped around from his blind spot—the Trickster’s boot blade slicing deep into his forearm.

Grouting through the pain, Na threw a heavy, compact punch toward the young assassin, but the strike missed its mark. The Trickster leaned back effortlessly, using the momentum to drive a second upward kick right beneath Na’s injured arm, the hidden blade cutting into his muscle again.

Having navigated his way through the spiked caltrops, Stephen recovered his balance and rushed toward the Trickster, only to be met by a heavy front kick straight to the stomach from the office woman.

Combined with Stephen’s forward momentum, the collision amplified the impact exponentially, almost knocking the wind out of him completely.

Damn it! I thought she wouldn’t dare try to kick me head-on like that, Stephen thought, clutching his abdomen. With my momentum, shouldn’t my weight have just plowed right through her foot?

The reality was that Stephen was only half-right. His raw kinetic force had hurt her leg, but her body was so thoroughly trained and fortified from years of assassin conditioning that she could withstand the force of the collision. She certainly wasn’t eager to test her luck against his momentum a second time, but that was a detail Stephen had no way of knowing.

"Why is this so much trickier than the last fight!" Na complained, wiping sweat and blood from his brow.

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