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."
