From Bullets To Billions

Chapter 151: Take My Offer

When Max arrived at the meeting spot, he wasnʼt alone.

Wolf was already there, waiting like theyʼd agreed the day before. But something was... off. It took Max half a second to realize it wasnʼt Wolf himself. It was what he was wearing.

Wolf noticed the look.

”What?” he said, shrugging. ”I canʼt risk giving myself away, right? Us Pit members have a look. So I figured Iʼd wear the exact opposite of it.”

He motioned to the woolly jumper he was wearing, even though it was mid-spring and definitely not sweater weather. He had on loose brown trousers and, topping it off, a pair of round, fake glasses that made him look like a professor from some low-budget mystery drama.

”The glasses are too much,” Max said, deadpan. ”Actually, all of itʼs too much. But start by ditching the glasses.”

Wolf sighed and pulled them off, tucking them into his pocket.

Just like last time, the car arrived right on cue, sleek, expensive, and clearly designed to impress. The whole over-the-top, luxury aesthetic screamed still trying to win Max over. But there was one key difference this time.

It wasnʼt the same car, it was a BBW, still high-end, but not quite the show-off model from before. And when they slid into the backseat, there was only one other person waiting for them.

Dud.

The moment he laid eyes on Wolf, he didnʼt even try to hide his reaction.

”What the heck are you wearing?” he blurted. ”Is your plan to get beat up for charity or something?”

”Itʼs the weekend,” Wolf said casually, reaching for the glasses that werenʼt there, then stopping mid-motion as he remembered Max made him take them off.

”This is how I dress on weekends.”

Dud just shook his head, muttering something under his breath.

The setup was familiar, same kind of job, same kind of tension, but the people were different. The backup this time was a new crew, smaller in size and unfamiliar. Max and Wolf didnʼt recognize a single face.

They werenʼt at some back alley or grimy warehouse this time, either. This place was fancier, a restaurant inside a larger commercial building, nestled on the fourth floor. Offices surrounded it. It felt more corporate, but that only made things feel more off.

”Weʼve had to spread our forces out,” Dud explained as they approached the building. ”Multiple hits at once. Turns out the Chalkline boys arenʼt dumb enough to just sit around and wait. So this is us adapting.”

He stopped at the elevator, pressing the call button with a sigh.

”Which means weʼre gonna be relying on your manpower more from now on. So try not to lose a finger. Or a hand. Iʼm not picking up that crap for you unless itʼs got a ring on it.”

The routine was the same as before, storm the restaurant, shut it down, and clean house.

Only this time, Dud didnʼt wait for the guests to leave. He walked in and started swinging.

The chaos spread instantly. Screams. Chairs crashing. People scrambling to get out. In the end, the result was the same, the place cleared itself.

But Dud hadnʼt been lying earlier. With fewer backup members this time, both Max and Wolf had to get their hands dirty fast. There was no easing into it, they were thrown right into the deep end.

Max didnʼt mind. Not even a little.

He welcomed the pressure. Every punch, every move, every bit of the adrenaline-fueled rhythm, it was waking something up inside him. Something old. Something sharp. The instincts were coming back. Muscle memory. Flow. Power.

He moved like he belonged in the fight.

One opponent swung. Max blocked and countered without thinking. Another charged him, he slammed them into a table. A third came from the side, but Max spun, ducked, and cracked the guy across the jaw.

He backed himself against a wall, tightening his position so he only had to deal with what was in front of him. It was efficient. Brutal. Precise.

Wolf wasnʼt far off, holding his own with the kind of unpredictable style that kept people guessing, and bleeding.

The current members of the Rejected Crops watched the two of them work. Some of these guys had never seen Max or Wolf in action before. Now, they couldnʼt look away.

When the last opponent hit the floor, the outcome was obvious.

Another win. And a surprisingly easy one, all things considered.

But everyone knew why.

It was because of Max and Wolf.

”Excellent, excellent!” Chrono said, grinning behind his desk in the massive hangar office later that evening. ”You two, marvelous. Absolutely marvelous.”

He clapped his hands together as he spoke. ”One of our other groups had a little hiccup today, so I was mildly concerned. But then I get the update, your team walked away without a scratch. And I said to myself, of course they did. Iʼve got an eye for this stuff.”

He pulled open a drawer and slid two thick envelopes across the desk. The same kind of payment as before, ten grand each. Clean. Heavy.

Most kids wouldʼve lost their minds getting that kind of cash in under a week. Chrono knew that. He was betting on it.

In fact, the pay was higher than what some of the Billion Bloodline members were pulling.

Then his smile shifted, still wide, but heavier with intent.

”Iʼve got a suggestion for you, Max,” he said. ”Well, for both of you, really.”

He leaned forward.

”Drop out of school.”

Max didnʼt respond. Neither did Wolf.

”Iʼm serious,” Chrono went on. ”Come join us full time. Your parents, your family, whoever? I doubt theyʼd be surprised. And let me tell you something Iʼve learned over the years: the fastest way to shut someone up is to show them the money.”

He tapped the envelopes with two fingers.

”You bring home this kind of cash, your parents wonʼt care what youʼre doing. Trust me, theyʼll understand. So what do you say?” His voice dropped slightly. ”How about dropping out... and joining us on a more full time basis?”

Max needed to buy time.

Getting on Chronoʼs good side? That was part of the plan. But dropping out of school? That was never on the table. Not now. Not ever. So he gave the safest answer he could think of, something that sounded open without actually committing to anything.

”Iʼll think about it,” Max said, nodding slowly. ”The offerʼs... really good. And honestly? I enjoy being here. But Iʼm not sure Iʼm ready for full-time yet. Thereʼs only one more year of school, itʼd feel weird to quit now, you know?”

Chrono didnʼt say a word.

He just twirled his fingers together, looking thoughtful, or at least trying to seem like it, then turned his gaze to Wolf.

Waiting.

Wolf gave a lazy shrug and pointed at Max. ”Iʼm following him,” he said simply. ”Heʼs the reason Iʼm even in this life. Heʼs the one who recommended me to you. So wherever he goes, Iʼm going too.”

Max thought it was a decent answer. It pushed the attention back on him but without sounding like a flat-out rejection. Clean. Low drama. But still… he didnʼt like the way Chrono was looking at them.

The smile was gone.

”Both of you, feel free to head home,” Chrono said, waving a hand like he was dismissing kids from detention.

Max didnʼt need to be told twice. The tone in Chronoʼs voice said enough, he was not happy.

Once the two were out of sight, Chrono turned toward Na, who had been standing quietly beside him the whole time.

”What do you think of Max?” Chrono asked, his eyes still on the door. ”It felt like he was dodging my offer.”

”I believe so too,” Na replied coolly. ”And… thereʼs been talk. Some of the other members have started complaining about the favoritism youʼre showing him. The higher pay. The luxury. The attention.”

Chronoʼs tone sharpened. ”So you think Iʼm making a mistake?”

”Of course not, sir,” Na said quickly. ”But if weʼre investing this many resources into one person, money, image, trust, we need to make sure it pays off. Maybe…”

He paused just long enough to make it matter.

”Maybe we find a way to control him. Just in case things… get out of hand.”