Chapter 150: Who Is He?
After finally explaining everything he needed to, Max was relieved, no, grateful, that Aron had left.
Without wasting another second, he changed out of his flashy Billion Bloodline merch and into some normal gym wear. Nothing fancy. Just plain, forgettable clothes. Then he bolted out the door and headed straight for the meeting point.
I'm lucky Aron's the kind of guy who can be… persuaded, Max thought as he jogged down the street. And yeah, I know he'll throw himself into this mission like it's a full-blown blockbuster, but that's exactly what worries me. I just hope he makes it out okay.
Far on the outskirts of the city, past the last row of crumbling fences and half-dead streetlamps, was a wide, cracked field. Dusty. Forgotten. The kind of place you'd avoid unless you had business that preferred silence.
Several vehicles had pulled up on the brittle asphalt, their tires crunching against loose gravel. Aron stepped out of his car, his boots hitting the ground with purpose.
Around him, men emerged from the other cars, tall, broad, and geared up. Body armor. Batons. Black sunglasses that made them look more like a cinematic hit squad than anything official. They weren't government. Not even close. This was a hand-picked mercenary team. Private. Expensive. Dangerous.
"Alright, listen up!" Aron shouted, clapping his hands for attention. "You've all been briefed. You know who we're looking for."
One of the men raised a hand, frowning. "Uh, sir? Are we sure these descriptions are... reliable? Because, no offense, but some of them sound like bad fanfiction."
"There's no confirmed photo of the man," Aron replied, not missing a beat. "This is all the intel we've got. We work with what we have."
Another operative swiped through the info packet on a tablet, raising an eyebrow as he read aloud. "Built like a mountain, with the charm of a Greek god and the hair of a shampoo commercial?"
"Are we tracking a fugitive or a mythological thirst trap?" another guy muttered.
"That's nothing," someone else chimed in. "Ours says he once punched a bear... to save the bear from itself."