Chapter 233: A Jacket and a Promise
After slipping on the black Billion Bloodline jacket, Max stepped into a taxi and gave the driver a single destination, Mancur City.
The birthplace of the White Tiger Gang.
He hadn’t taken Aron with him this time, though Aron had offered. Max assured him he was safe. If anyone had intended to make a move on him, they wouldn’t have given him a two-day warning. They would’ve struck already.
Besides, if there was one thing Aron had slowly learned over time, even amidst all the chaos Max constantly found himself in, it was to trust him.
Time and time again, Max came out unscathed. And this time, he’d even told Aron where he was going. That alone gave Aron a little peace of mind.
"Whoa, nice jacket," the taxi driver commented as they cruised through the city lights. "Don’t think I’ve seen that one before."
"Ah yeah," Max replied with a small grin. "Limited edition."
"Right. I’ve been seeing kids all over Birnhurst wearing that logo lately. Looks like it’s catching on. Wouldn’t be surprised if all of Notting Hill’s wearing it next. Heck, give it a few months, and maybe other countries start hopping on the trend too."
That’s the dream, Max thought. If that happened, not only would his brand grow, his income would skyrocket.
And with income came power.
With enough power, maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to take care of the Black Hounds. Or at the very least, handle the Rejected Corps without losing everything in the process.
After a long hour on the road, the car finally pulled into a more run-down part of town. The streets darkened. The buildings more industrial. The taxi driver slowed, eyes flickering to the GPS, then to the worn-down entrance of what looked like a junkyard.