From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 716

Chapter 716: A Long Time

The bloody comment from Darius clearly got under Dipter’s skin. His face twisted in rage, and he pulled his leg back, completely ready to deliver a lethal snap kick straight to the champion’s head until Dud reached out and clamped a heavy hand over his shoulder.

"Your kicks are strong, kid. Don’t waste your energy listening to a guy you just completely broke," Dud stated, his voice level as he pulled the teenager back. "Besides, with how much you’ve already smashed his face in, who knows if another hit will end him. We need to keep these two alive for the next phase of the plan, remember?"

Dud nodded toward a few of their enforcers standing near Donto’s table, and the crew instantly sprang into motion. They sprinted into the ring, quickly pinning Jett’s unconscious body and binding his wrists with heavy tactical zip-ties, before turning around to do the exact same thing to a bleeding Darius.

As the capture was playing out, a few of the regular Black Hounds floor staff tried to step in and protect their bosses. But before they could even draw their weapons, Hugo turned his massive, shadowed gaze toward them. Two guards who pushed forward were kicked in the stomach and taken down in one clean shot, crashing hard against the tables. The rest of the staff instantly backed off, wishing to cause no more disturbance; they were smart enough to calculate that this was a clear loss, no matter how many numbers they threw at the problem.

Within minutes, Jett and Darius were completely bound with reinforced cuffs and heavy nylon straps wrapping around their arms and legs, making sure there was next to no possibility of movement.

"Don’t panic, folks," Dud shouted, turning to the terrified VIP gallery with a casual wave of his hand. "We have already instructed the ship’s captain to alter our course and take us straight back to land. The business we are currently handling doesn’t involve any of you tourists, so you can all just sit tight and be at ease."

Despite his words, the crowd was still completely unsettled and whispering in panic, which was quickly proving to be incredibly annoying to Dud.

"Alright, all of you line up and head to the second floor right now if you don’t want to watch the rest of this," Dud barked, his voice hardening. "When the ship docks, you can get off, but make sure not a single word of tonight’s events gets out to the public. You’re all participating in an illegal underground gambling ring in the first place, and don’t think for a second that our gang doesn’t have ways to dig up personal data on every single one of you."

The wealthy crowd quickly scrambled out of the lounge, terrified of the crossfire. Chad, Bobo, and Karen figured this was their perfect chance to blend into the crowd and escape the ship too—until Donto stepped directly into their path, backed by a couple of menacing, mismatched fighters.

"Not you three. I told you already, didn’t I?" Donto claimed, a cold smirk touching his lips. "Before any of this started, you needed to choose a side. You made it glaringly obvious which faction you decided to back, so you’re going to stay right here. Besides, I think the three of you can be incredibly useful tokens."

"You actually know these guys?" Dud asked, walking over to the couch and sizing up the family members. "Well, I’m already well aware of who that idiot is," he added, pointing a finger at Chad.

"The other two are just the same; they are core members of the Stern family," Donto explained, his posture rigid and arrogant. "And from what I know, both of them have had recent disastrous situations that involved Max."

"Well, this is definitely a massive bonus," Dud muttered, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "My primary target tonight was only supposed to be the two champions, but having this kind of leverage just makes our whole blueprint that much stronger, doesn’t it? Tie them up too."

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