From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 718

Chapter 718: Rest In Peace

Max’s hands were visibly shaking as he held onto the glowing screen of his phone. He wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at in the photograph, but at the same time, he couldn’t even comprehend why his own chest felt so suffocatingly tight right now.

In the end, Aron managed to snap out of his own analytical daze. He walked over to Max’s side, looking over his shoulder to review the data, his eyes instantly locking onto the sent image.

"They... they targeted the university students," Aron murmured, his brow furrowing as he processed the parameters. "Why would Dud purposefully drag those ordinary kids back into the crossfire?"

Aron thought about it for a long, heavy second, running through the profiles of their enemies until a definitive answer finally clicked. "The rogue Stern they have financing their war... this isn’t a tactic the older generation would ever resort to. Neither Randy nor Dennis would be willing to compromise their pride to work alongside a low-life like Dud. This means it can only belong to one specific individual."

"Right," Max said, his voice flat and cold as ice. "It’s Donto. Donto tried to weaponize those exact same students against me once before back on campus, and I turned up to break his line. Using them a second time is his idea of a flawless leverage play. He’s harboring a massive psychological grudge against me, so I bet he’s more than willing to drain his personal bank accounts to fund Dud’s syndicate if it means taking me down.

"And looking at the timeline, I’m finally starting to understand why they went out of their way to get the other Sterns involved tonight too. It’s an insurance policy."

Aron nodded slowly. It was quite the lethal predicament, and internally, the older guardian probably understood Max’s spiraling emotions better than the youth did himself. It was a perfectly normal human reaction for someone to worry about classmates they spent their daily life sitting in lectures with.

But it went entirely deeper than that. It was the crushing realization that people around Max—no matter how little actual involvement they had in his criminal empire—always appeared to get dragged into the dirt, get hurt, or bleed. The kids from the Wushu club had zero relation to the Billion Bloodline; they were just ordinary students. Yet, like a toxic curse, they were being subjected to this life-threatening nightmare for the second time solely because they knew his face.

Max looked back down at his phone as another notification cut through the silence. A high-resolution map of the city limits materialized on the screen, but it wasn’t just a standard transit layout—the digital grid was marked with two distinct ping coordinates at opposite ends of the territory.

"He’s intentionally split the hostages into two camps," Na interjected, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the display over Max’s arm. "It’s a classic defensive strategy we used to deploy back in the day with the Rejected Corps whenever a large, troublesome organization tried to execute a raid against our turf.

"By holding two separate hostage positions, he forces you to split your vanguard’s power. But worse than that, if you commit your full strength to save one group, the defensive cell at the second camp will immediately liquidate their prisoners the moment they realize their position is compromised. They’ve created a zero-sum game."

"Then that means there’s only one logical play we can execute," Max answered, his gaze hardening as he made the choice. "We have no choice but to divide our forces and strike both coordinates at the exact same micro-second."

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