From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Rank Up!

Failure. Failure. And failure again. So many times, Aron had failed to protect Max, to do the one thing he had sworn to do.

There were plenty of reasons behind it. Part of it was Max himself, always stepping in and stopping Aron from acting. But for the first time, Max had asked for his help.

He was here now to do just that, to help Max, and to punish those who had punished him. Those who had hurt him. Those who had drawn his blood.

It had been hard for Aron to connect these high school students with Max’s pain, until he heard it come straight from one of their mouths.

His vision tunneled as rage built up inside him. Another knife was thrown his way, and without thinking, he caught it midair, right by the handle.

"Oh?" Snide let out a nervous laugh. "Lucky catch."

Aron started walking forward, and more students rushed in to stop him. One of them had a bike chain in hand and lashed it out like a whip.

Aron quickly swung his baton, twisting it around the chain, then gave it a sudden pull. The force yanked the chain right out of the student’s grip.

With a swift flick, Aron flung the bike chain at another student coming at him.

The next one tried a kick, but Aron moved fast, dodging the attack, slicing the student’s hand to make him drop his weapon, then landing a sharp kick from behind before continuing his advance toward Snide.

Snide could feel his own heartbeat pounding faster. He didn’t know what it was, just moments ago, he’d been attacking this man relentlessly, without even a hint of fear. So why was it different now?

Panic surged through him, and Snide lunged forward.

"Die!" he screamed, swinging both knives from either side.

Aron kept advancing, but in one swift motion, he stepped aside and used one of Snide’s own knives to slash his arm.

He quickly rolled beneath Snide’s swing, kicked him hard in the legs, then slashed his other hand.

Snide couldn’t keep up. He didn’t even understand what was happening anymore. All he could feel were his clothes tearing, his skin splitting.

Before he knew it, his hands had been slammed by a fist or a leg, he couldn’t even tell which, and the knives clattered to the ground. Then, one of the blades was driven deep into his shoulder.

"This is the pain that Max had to suffer!" Aron growled. "I... will protect him. From scum like you."

Aron gripped the knife again, ready to bring it down into Snide a second time, until a strong arm suddenly locked around his elbow and pulled him back.

His arms were tangled with someone else’s, someone strong enough to stop him cold.

"Don’t do that," Wolf said with a calm smile.

He had been watching Aron closely the entire time, ready to step in if something like this happened.

"I’m scum, and if it were me, I’d do it. But for you? If you go that far against a high schooler, you’ll have a hard time protecting him from a jail cell," Wolf commented.

The words cut through Aron’s fury, pulling him slightly out of his rage. He looked down and finally realized what he had been about to do.

"Thank you..." Aron muttered.

"I do have a reason! How else am I, how else is a kid my age, supposed to make money?!" Jay yelled, lifting Steven clean off the ground, both of his feet dangling in the air.

This kid... he’s freaking strong! Steven thought. But even in the air, even in this situation, he knew he had to think fast.