Salute To The General

Chapter 64 Betting Two Hundred Million

May Thompson's eyes went wide as her jaws dropped. She was lost for words.

She had worked at Brick's Bodies Boxing for a long time, never bearing witness to such a generous

man as Nathan Cross who would bet two hundred million at once.

Lowering his voice, Thomas whispered to him, "Sir, it's alright if you want to bet small. Things will go

wrong if we place too big a bet." All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

After all, Thomas Dunn belonged to the underworld and understood the bets around underground

boxing matches.

Since the fighters were both invited by the arena, the winner would be whoever the organizer said so.

If Nathan really placed a bet on Eight-Faced Buddha for two hundred million, the organizers would

definitely tell him to lose the match.

However, Nathan was unfazed and remarked, "it's alright. As long as I say that he wins, he will have to

win."

Immediately, Thomas understood.

The winners and losers would of course be determined by General!

Two hundred million was beyond Thomas' credit card limit. Nathan fished out a Centurion Card for May

to place his bet.

For the third time tonight, May was astonished. The Centurion Card was an invitation-only charge card

that could be used globally. There were only a limited group of people who could use it and there was

no credit limit on this card.

Those who could possess such a card were definitely extraordinary individuals.

Someone placed a bet for two hundred million!

The news quickly spread to Harry Leigh, who was the boss of Brick's Bodies Boxing.

After he heard his subordinate's report, he commented with a slight quiver in his voice, "What?

Someone from next door has bet on Eight-Faced Buddha winning for two hundred million?"

"Yes, sir!" The man replied respectfully.

Joseph Myers and the Smiths were lost for words too.

They met many who had gambled at underground boxing matches but it was still their first time coming

across someone who had such deep pockets.

Harry Leigh asked suspiciously, "Who are the guests in the room next door?"

"There are two of them. One of them is Thomas Dunn, the underworld boss of Eastern District. The

other man is Nathan Cross."

Nathan Cross!

Harry Leigh made eye contact with Joseph and the Smiths.

Very quickly, he recollected himself and scoffed, "I was wondering who would place such big bets. Well,

it turned out to be Nathan Cross and Thomas Dunn.

These two are definitely here to tear down the place."

The man asked cautiously, "Boss, what should we do now? Should we accept their two-hundred-million

bet?"

"Why not? They are giving us money," Harry Leigh grinned in a sinister manner.

"Go and tell the organizers that Eight-Faced Buddha has to lose this round. I will give him twice what I'd

promised him earlier. Oh, and another one million for working this hard."

"Yes, boss," The man responded loudly.

He proceeded to the backstage and informed the Eight-Faced Buddha of the timing he would have to

throw in the towel to lose the match.

In the next room, Nathan fished out his phone and sent a text message to Colin Dunne in a composed

manner, telling him that he wanted Eight-Faced Buddha to win this match.

Eight-Faced Buddha agreed to Harry Leigh's offer and was about to enter the ring for the match.

However, just as he walked out of backstage, his phone suddenly rang. It was his mentor who called

him!

He quickly answered the call, listening to what his mentor had to say. While he was very shocked, he

still nodded and replied, "Yes, sir. I know what to do."

Very quickly, Flying Dragon and Eight-Faced Buddha faced each other in the boxing ring. The audience

was high, exhilarated, and were screaming at the top of their lungs.

Meanwhile, Harry Leigh dialed Nathan's number and scoffed into the phone, "Young man, how dare

you and Thomas Dunn come to my territory and cause trouble. I will definitely win that two-hundred-

million bet you just placed. Just you wait! Hahaha!"

"You will lose everything you have tonight, trust me," Nathan replied, undaunted.