Wolf turned his attention away from Max and gave a quick command to the Pit mbers lingering nearby.
"Make sure Chad doesn’t do anything stupid," he ordered.
The group obeyed imdiately, surrounding Chad and standing close enough that any movent would be noticed. But they didn’t need to force him down or tie him up. Surprisingly, Chad didn’t resist. In fact, he seed more compliant than any of them had expected.
Maybe it was the fear.
He’d already been terrified of the Black Hounds, forced into working under them. And now, seeing a completely different crew swoop in and wipe out so of the Hounds’ strongest fighters, he knew he was outmatched. These weren’t just street thugs. They were sothing else. And now, they were the ones guarding him.
"What are we supposed to do with the rest of them?" Joe asked, stepping next to Wolf with concern in his voice. "This was a whole gang we just ssed with, right? And this wasn’t even all of them."
He glanced at the scattered bodies of the fallen Black Hound fighters, most of them still breathing but out cold.
"If the rest of the gang finds out we attacked them... won’t they co for all of us? Or anyone wearing a Bloodline uniform?"
Wolf didn’t answer right away. His eyes flicked to Max, still unconscious in Steven and Joe’s arms. He had a feeling Max had been about to say sothing important before he passed out. Sothing that might’ve answered that exact question.
Thankfully, soone else stepped forward to fill the silence.
"I’ll handle the rest," Aron said, his tone as sharp as a blade.
All eyes turned toward him as he adjusted his sleeves and pulled out his phone. His expression was cold and unwavering, the kind of calm that only ca from soone used to cleaning up ssy problems.
"I’ll make sure none of these people say a word," he continued. "They’ll be locked up for what they’ve done today. No dia. No visitors. Nothing will leak."
He glanced at the unconscious or restrained gang mbers.
"I’ll bury this entire situation. You have my word."
Aron’s confidence was unshakable as he began dialing numbers on his phone, already preparing to mobilize resources.
But the manager, still the only Black Hound standing, let out a bitter, mocking laugh.
"Ha! Do you even know who you’re ssing with?" he barked. "You think you’re hot stuff just because of so fancy uniforms and tough talk?"
His voice rose with each word, his panic poorly hidden beneath his arrogance.
"No one’s even heard of the Bloodline Group! You’re nothing. But we, we’re the Black Hounds. And when they find out what happened here tonight, they’ll hunt every last one of you down. It won’t stop with you. They’ll co after everyone you care about. Your families. Your friends. Anyone tied to you."
Wolf shrugged, utterly unfazed.
"Well... the Pit’s made up of runaways anyway," he said. "Most of us don’t have anyone left for them to target."
"My family doesn’t care about ," Joe added, voice flat but honest. "Haven’t spoken to them in years."
Steven gave a dry laugh as he crossed his arms. "Guess that’s sothing we’ve all got in common, huh?"
There was a strange mont of solidarity between the group. A quiet bond, not born of shared victories, but shared abandonnt.
That was when Aron, still holding his phone, walked slowly toward the manager. He hadn’t made his calls yet, he didn’t need to. Not until he made a point.
Just like with Chad, a couple of Pit mbers flanked the manager, keeping him in check. He wasn’t going anywhere.
Aron stopped just a few feet away, his eyes locking onto the manager’s.
"You’ve said enough," Aron said, voice quiet, dangerous. "Now it’s ti you listened."
"I think you’ve forgotten who you’re dealing with," Aron said firmly, stepping even closer to the manager. His eyes narrowed, and there was a steel edge to his voice that made everyone listening fall quiet. "It seems like you knew who that person was, what his real identity is... didn’t you?"
The manager flinched.
For a mont, he had indeed forgotten. Maybe Chad was expendable, just a pawn who didn’t carry any real protection from the powerful family behind him. But Max?
What if Max was different?
What if Max wasn’t just so runaway playing gangster? What if he was protected, and not only that, but had soone who knew how to wield that power, that money, like a weapon?
His blood ran cold at the thought. He didn’t need to guess for much longer.
Because Aron had already made the call.
Whatever plans the manager might’ve been thinking of, faking innocence, calling reinforcents, escaping under cover, none of them mattered now. Aron would see to it personally that every last Black Hound mber involved here was thrown into a cell.
And with the chaos and damage left behind, there was more than enough evidence to justify their arrests. All they needed to do was fra the right narrative.
They’d find paperwork. Transactions. ssages. Everything buried in their office spaces. Enough to bury them ten tis over.
By the ti Aron returned to the group, the call had ended. His expression was composed, but there was a finality in his tone.
"The rcenaries will arrive first," he explained, straightening his collar. "They’ll lock down the entire area, make sure no one moves. Once they’re here, I suggest you all leave before the police show up. I’ll take care of the rest."
He paused, glancing toward the VIP section. His gaze lingered on one particular figure still unconscious.
"It would be best... if you took the troubleso one sowhere else before the authorities arrive."
Wolf followed his line of sight and nodded without needing clarification.
"Understood."
As they waited for the rcenary group to arrive, a few of the Pit mbers moved quickly, gathering unconscious guests and injured fighters into one central area. It would make things easier for the cleanup and control.
One of them, trying to reposition Dud’s limp body, leaned down and hooked his arms under the man’s shoulders.
That’s when Dud’s eyes flew open.
"Wha, ?"
The Pit mber didn’t even get the chance to react.
In an instant, Dud grabbed the man’s arm, twisted it back, and slamd his fist directly into the Pit mber’s face with bone-crunching force.
Blood splattered as the Pit mber crumpled, knocked out cold.
Before anyone could respond, Dud glanced around, spotted the ergency exit, and bolted.
"Stop him!" soone shouted.
But he was already gone.
His body moved fast, fueled by adrenaline and survival instinct. And the mont had been so sudden, so unexpected, that no one could catch him in ti.
"Damn it!" Wolf cursed. "Was he awake this whole ti? Waiting for the perfect mont?"
Aron remained calm. He didn’t even turn to watch Dud escape.
"Don’t worry about him too much," he said. "In his condition, I doubt he has the strength, or the nerve, to co after Max again. And trust ... I’ll find him."
A few minutes later, just as promised, the rcenary team arrived in full force.
They were swift and efficient, moving in with practiced precision. Within monts, they had secured the premises, blocked the exits, and began cataloging the situation. Anyone still breathing was put under watch. Anyone resisting was cuffed.
With the rcs in place, it was ti for the others to make their exit.
As Wolf and a few others began escorting Chad out with them, the forr manager tried one last desperate play.
"Wait! Wait!" Chad cried out, practically tripping over his own feet as he stumbled forward. "Let speak to your boss! The boss of this Bloodline group! Maybe... maybe we can work sothing out, yeah? Make a deal? Right? Right?!"
Wolf stopped and turned his head slightly.
"Our boss?" he echoed, his voice unreadable.
He gave a small smirk and shrugged.
"I an... sure. But it might take a while before you get a eting with him."
Wolf stepped in close, his voice dropping just above a whisper.
"And before that happens... I’ve got a few questions of my own."
Chad swallowed hard.
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