From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104: The Bloodline Grows

The days at school had been going smoothly for Max. With no trouble circling around him, he could finally focus on one thing, building his new empire: the Billion Bloodline.

There were a lot of moving parts, but with his past experience from the White Tiger, Max was placing down the stepping stones, small but calculated moves that would eventually evolve the group into a fully organized crew. His vision? To transform the Billion Bloodline into something the underground world would recognize as an Elite Syndicate.

Sitting at his desk, Max scribbled notes across his notebook, barely paying attention to the lesson. Not that the teacher ever asked him to participate anymore.

If Billion Bloodline grows strong enough to become an elite syndicate, Max thought, maybe we’ll get an invitation this time. And if that happens... it could finally be my chance to meet the White Tiger face-to-face.

With that thought, he continued outlining plans, his next targets, investment ideas, and key roles he’d need to fill.

Elsewhere in the school, Abby and Cindy were chatting as usual. And, unsurprisingly, the topic of conversation was the same person it had been for weeks now.

"I promise you, nothing happened," Cindy said. "I didn’t even talk to Max one-on-one."

"I know," Abby replied with a soft smile. "I trust you, Cindy. We’ve been friends too long. If you ever actually liked Max, I know you’d tell me."

Cindy let out a laugh and playfully bumped her shoulder against Abby’s.

"So that means you do like him, huh? Finally admitting something." Her voice turned teasing, but there was warmth behind it. "But I swear, my dad still won’t tell me anything about what they talked about. And what little he did say doesn’t make any sense."

She shook her head. "I’m telling you, Abby... you’ve picked a really mysterious guy to fall for."

After school ended, Max headed to the gym like usual. A few of the students from the Billion Bloodline were already there, training hard, but not as many as the day before.

People had their own lives, even delinquents. Not everyone could be at the gym every day, and Max understood that. But for him, the focus wasn’t just training his crew, it was getting his body back to what it used to be.

After finishing his intense workout, Max left the gym and made his way back to the familiar coffee shop, the same one where he’d first met with Warma. Sure enough, Warma was already there, sitting in the exact same seat by the window, watching people pass on the street.

"I’ve got everything you asked for," Warma said as Max sat down. He slid a thick file across the table. _{freewebnovel.cσ๓}

"I still can’t believe it," he added, shaking his head. "The finances... the accounts... everything you told me, it’s all real."

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice.

"And I can’t believe that you’re, "

Max held up a hand before the sentence could go any further.

"Remember," he said calmly, "there’s a reason I’m doing things the way I’m doing them."

"Right," Warma nodded. "And I get some of it now."

He exhaled and sat back in his chair.

"But as your financial planner and advisor, I have to admit... I still have no idea what your endgame is."

He opened his own copy of the file and pointed to the notes inside.

"First, you gathered a list of all the surrounding gyms in the area, and then bought the buildings and the gyms inside them."

He flipped the page.

"Not only that, but you paid more than their appraised value in every case. Altogether, you’ve spent three million dollars to acquire six different gym properties."

Max said nothing, letting him finish.

"In this folder is everything you asked for, company contacts, renovation costs, even a manufacturer who can handle merchandise production if that’s the route you’re taking."

Warma looked up, serious now.

"I just want to know... what’s your plan here? Are you starting your own chain of gyms? Is that why you want to rebrand and renovate all of them?"

He leaned forward slightly.

"That would make some sense, establishing a brand image. But the way you’re doing it... the way you’ve chosen the locations... it doesn’t add up."

Each gym was strategically placed around the area, not just near their own school, but close to other schools as well. They were all tucked into one of the most rundown parts of Notting Hill City. The land wasn’t valuable... at least, not yet.

"Students? Do they even have money to spend?" he asked. "And since you asked me for a manufacturer... don’t tell me you’re planning to make merch for your gyms too? That seems like a bit of a stretch."

What Warma didn’t know was that Max paid everyone in the Billion Bloodline directly. As part of the group, he planned to have each member register at one of his gyms. And not just register, but wear the brand.