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.

Myers and the Smiths were exhilarated when it came to these sorts

placed a bet

May Thompson relented after just fifty pushups. Sweating profusely,

at Nathan with desperate

to make his word count and pay her five

"Sir, are we betting on this

become boring and meaningless. Let's bet just a little," he replied

and tossed it in May's direction,

a ten million bet on Greyhound

a professional too and could see that

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

at one go!

at the generous man in front of her. She was sure that

the five hundred thousand for the push-ups she

moment later,

barely two minutes before Greyhound sent a kick

beast who was shot, Firebull collapsed onto the ring before he could even express

at this and started to cheer

looked at

couple of minutes, he had already won ten

the ten percent commission, it was still nine

he instructed Thomas, "Don't

Thompson here."

words and her bank

to do the push-ups, she felt that he was shaming

she wanted