Salute To The General

Chapter 63 Are We Taking A Bet On This Match

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.

the Smiths were exhilarated when it came to these sorts of thrilling and

placed a bet of

next door, May Thompson relented after just fifty

at Nathan with desperate

she was waiting for Nathan to make his word count

him, "Sir, are we betting

and

credit card and tossed it in May's direction,

million bet on Greyhound winning the

a professional too and could see that

May was worried that he would not pay up. However, she did

at one go!

the generous man in front

her the five hundred thousand for the

short moment later, the

before Greyhound sent a

Firebull collapsed onto the ring before he could

riled up at this

looked at Nathan

a short couple of minutes, he had

commission, it was still nine

calmly, he instructed Thomas, "Don't forget the tip for

Thompson here."

few words and her bank

to do the

now, she wanted