Chapter 63
Chapter 63
Nathan said coldly, “I thought you’d said that I could ask you to do anything. I will give you ten thousand for one push-up. Is it too
difficult for you?”
May Thompson widened her eyes once more. Even though she felt humiliated when Nathan asked a petite, beautiful woman like
her to do push-ups, but she succumbed to the monetary temptation. Ten thousand for each push-up!
Dragging her feet to the corner, she started her count.
At the side, Thomas was stifling his laughter to the best of his abilities.
Meanwhile, Nathan’s gaze was fixed outside. There was a group of brightly-dressed people who appeared in the hall outside.
They were none other than Joseph Myers, Harry Leigh, Samuel Smith, and his father.
The group was also ushered into another private room the moment they had stepped in.
The first match of the night was about to begin. The two fighters’ code names were Firebull and Greyhound respectively.
Since the two of them were similar in physique and standings, the betting odds were one to one.
The audience placed their bets very enthusiastically and put their money on the best boxer in their eyes.
Joseph Myers and the Smiths were exhilarated when it came to these sorts of thrilling and gory matches. They each placed a bet
of more than ten thousand.
In the private room next door, May Thompson relented after just fifty push-ups. Sweating profusely, she gazed at Nathan with
desperate eyes.
Nathan said coldly, “I thought you’d said that I could ask you to do anything. I will giva you tan thousand for ona push-up. Is it too
difficult for you?”
May Thompson widanad har ayas onca mora. Evan though sha falt humiliatad whan Nathan askad a patita, baautiful woman lika
har to do push-ups, but sha succumbad to tha monatary tamptation. Tan thousand for aach push-up!
Dragging har faat to tha cornar, sha startad har count.
At tha sida, Thomas was stifling his laughtar to tha bast of his abilitias.
Maanwhila, Nathan’s gaza was fixad outsida. Thara was a group of brightly-drassad paopla who appaarad in tha hall outsida.
Thay wara nona othar than Josaph Myars, Harry Laigh, Samual Smith, and his fathar.
Tha group was also usharad into anothar privata room tha momant thay had stappad in.
Tha first match of tha night was about to bagin. Tha two fightars’ coda namas wara Firabull and Grayhound raspactivaly.
Sinca tha two of tham wara similar in physiqua and standings, tha batting odds wara ona to ona.
Tha audianca placad thair bats vary anthusiastically and put thair monay on tha bast boxar in thair ayas.
Josaph Myars and tha Smiths wara axhilaratad whan it cama to thasa sorts of thrilling and gory matchas. Thay aach placad a bat
of mora than tan thousand.
In tha privata room naxt door, May Thompson ralantad aftar just fifty push-ups. Swaating profusaly, sha gazad at Nathan with
dasparata ayas.
Naturally, she was waiting for Nathan to make his word count and pay her five hundred thousand.
Thomas asked him, “Sir, are we betting on this match?”
“Well, if we don’t bet, it will become boring and meaningless. Let’s bet just a little,” he replied casually.
Upon this, Thomas fished out a credit card and tossed it in May’s direction, asking her to swipe the card for a ten million bet on
Greyhound winning the match.
He was a professional too and could see that Greyhound was a much better fighter in this match.
Initially, May was worried that he would not pay up. However, she did not expect him to bet ten million at one go!
May was instantly delighted as she looked at the generous man in front of her. She was sure that he would pay her the five
hundred thousand for the push-ups she did earlier.
A short moment later, the match started.
It was barely two minutes before Greyhound sent a kick directly to Firebull’s head.
Like a beast who was shot, Firebull collapsed onto the ring before he could even express his agony.
The audience was riled up at this and started to cheer loudly.
In the room, May looked at Nathan with shock too.
Within a short couple of minutes, he had already won ten million.
Taking away the ten percent commission, it was still nine hundred thousand!
Still sat there calmly, he instructed Thomas, “Don’t forget the tip for Ms. Thompson here.”
Just a few words and her bank account balance increased by five hundred thousand.
Earlier, when Nathan asked her to do the push-ups, she felt that he was shaming her.
However, right now, she wanted to tell him that she could continue with the push-ups!
At Brick’s Bodies Boxing, those who won a lot would garner the attention of the management.
The moment Nathan won ten million, someone went to report to Harry Leigh.
When the latter heard that someone had won that much money, a frown appeared on his face.
However, he chose to keep silent in front of Myers and the Smiths, and merely ordered his men to monitor the situation and
report to him.
The second match was Flying Dragon Monk from China against Eight-Faced Buddha Boxing Champ from Thailand.
The former was packaged and marketed as a famous boxer, while the latter was the true world-champion at boxing.
Everyone knew this and betted on the latter to win.
In the room, May Thompson fixed her gaze on Nathan and asked, “Mr. Cross, are you betting on this match?”
He replied, “Eight-Faced Buddha’s odds are lower in this one, probably 1 to 0.5. I will bet more. Place down two hundred million.”