From Bullets To Billions Chapter 663: A Dangerous Enemy

Upon entering his executive office, Max was met with a scene far removed from the professional ambiance he anticipated. The inner circle of the Billion Bloodline group had transformed his high-end furniture into a makeshift playground. They were sprawled across designer sofas, their voices overlapping in loud conversation, and helping themselves to the specialized mini-fridges intended for important meetings. To compound the disorder, condensation rings and discarded snack wrappers marred his polished mahogany surfaces.

"What exactly is unfolding here?" Max inquired, his voice a low, menacing tone as he surveyed the disarray. "Do you all truly abandon all self-control the moment Aron isn't present to maintain order?"

He instinctively glanced towards his main desk, half-expecting to see his shadow standing guard. Typically, Aron would be by his side or subtly present in the background, managing such matters. However, since Max's infiltration of June Stone University, their established dynamic had been altered. Aron was currently operating undercover as a campus janitor, and even Max lacked knowledge of his precise whereabouts at any given moment. He simply carried the implicit assurance that should his life ever face genuine peril, the silent assassin would materialize from thin air.

Present in his office were Wolf, Joe, Stephen, and a conspicuously relaxed Darno.

"Hey, ease up, aren't you meant to be a wealthy individual now?" Darno remarked, casually popping a grape into his mouth. "You have an entire building staffed with personnel. You can simply snap your fingers and summon a cleaner to tidy up, correct?"

"So, that justifies turning my office into a refuse heap?" Max retorted, a vein beginning to pulsate ominously in his temple. "I am already in a foul disposition due to a certain indiscreet individual who cannot safeguard my identity. Therefore, you would be wise to get on your hands and knees and commence clearing this mess immediately!"

It seemed as though literal steam was on the verge of escaping from the top of Max's head. Perceiving the palpable shift in his demeanor, the others swiftly moved to restore order. Even Darno dropped to his knees, starting to gather the scattered trash. The sole exception was Wolf, who remained reclined on the sofa, arms stretched out behind his head.

"I informed you, you imbeciles, that this would be his reaction," Wolf stated, his expression sharpening as he directed his gaze at Max. "Regardless, Max, aside from these antics, we are here because there is something critically important you need to be aware of. Depending on how this situation develops, we could be facing a severe predicament."

"In any case, we've reached a resolution," Wolf declared, rising from his seat and looming over the coffee table. "You needn't concern yourself with this, Max. Our strength is more than adequate to confront this threat. You've already dealt with that individual once; do not permit him to divert your focus from your academic objectives. Attend to your university matters, and entrust the street-level conflicts to us."

Max moved to voice his objection, intending to assert that the responsibility of ending Dud permanently should fall to him. However, he paused upon observing the resolute expressions on their faces, a unified and unyielding agreement reflected in their gazes.

A realization dawned upon him—had this situation ever occurred before? Even during his tenure as the leader of the White Tiger gang, his default was to issue commands and demand outcomes. This was the inaugural instance where his subordinates proactively stepped forward, volunteering to shield him from peril rather than awaiting his directive. They had clearly evolved significantly from the motley collection of fighters they once were. Even if Dud arrived fully prepared, he was destined for a stark disillusionment if he believed he was confronting the same iteration of the Bloodline he had previously subjugated.

"Very well, then," Max finally conceded, a faint, uncharacteristic glimmer of pride surfacing in his eyes. "Wolf, I place the entirety of our defensive strategy under your command. I have faith in your ability to manage this situation."

"Hold on, Wolf?" Joe interjected, a hint of indignation coloring his tone. "He joined the group after I did! Shouldn't someone like Stephen be designated for leadership?"

"It is quite alright, Joe," Stephen responded with composure, laying a reassuring hand on Joe's shoulder. "Wolf possesses the experience of establishing and managing his own organization from its inception. I lack that particular administrative background. For a tactical deployment of this nature, he is undeniably the most suitable candidate."

Furthermore, an implicit element was Wolf's Vow, which rendered him a remarkably formidable commander during large-scale engagements.

"My expectation is that each of you will execute your duties with thoroughness," Max added, his expression softening somewhat. "And speaking of performing admirably... Darno, Na, I have a token of appreciation for both of you."