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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!

har faat to tha

stifling his laughtar to tha

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,

also usharad into anothar privata room tha momant

match of tha night was about to bagin. Tha two fightars’ coda namas wara Firabull

similar in physiqua and standings, tha batting odds wara ona to

thair bats vary anthusiastically and put thair monay on tha bast boxar

thasa sorts of thrilling and gory matchas. Thay aach placad a bat of mora than tan

aftar just

his word count and pay her five hundred

are we betting on

become boring and meaningless. Let’s bet just a little,” he replied

tossed it in May’s direction, asking her to swipe the card

that Greyhound was

would not pay up. However, she

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

later,

two minutes before Greyhound sent a kick directly to

was shot, Firebull collapsed onto the

audience was riled up at this and started to

looked

short couple of minutes, he had already won ten