From Bullets To Billions novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: How Far For Money?

Max had answered the question loud enough that the other students overheard him. Even those from Konsoon froze in disbelief at the number he’d mentioned.

The students from Konsoon mostly came from middle-class families. Sure, they had some spending money here and there, but ten thousand? That was an insane amount, especially hearing it thrown around so casually by someone their age.

Already, the students were starting to imagine what they could do with that kind of cash. A new bike? A trip abroad? Maybe their own gaming setup? The possibilities were endless. And now, they understood exactly why Mayson had decided to stand up again.

"Heck, man, what the, !" Crondo exclaimed. "For 10k? Throw me in there! I’d happily take a few punches. That lucky guy!"

Although the other students were thinking Mayson was lucky, he didn’t feel that way at all. His head was pounding like a drum, the pain radiating through his skull. Still, he kept his eye on the prize. This might be the only time in his life he’d ever have the chance to make money this easily.

"You’re standing up? You’re really standing up just to get hit again?" Rick snapped, spinning around, fury written all over his face.

As he charged forward, he threw a punch, this time, launching it from underneath, putting his entire body behind the motion.

Mayson instinctively covered up, raising his hands to block, but just like before, it wasn’t enough. Rick’s punch blasted through his guard and slammed straight into his stomach.

The breath was knocked out of Mayson. He dropped to his knees instantly, a string of saliva trailing from his mouth before his entire body collapsed to the side.

Rick, having let out a bit more of his frustration, turned around, his shoulders rising and falling with his breath.

’I guess two hits is enough. That should make us even.’

He took only a few steps before stopping. His eyes swept the crowd, Clapton students and even some from the rival school, all staring at him in stunned silence.

Turning his head, Rick felt a chill crawl down his spine.

His worst fear had come true.

Mayson was still standing. His arms hung limp by his sides, spit trailing from the corner of his mouth, and yet, he was upright.

"That’s... that’s two..." Mayson mumbled, his voice raspy but firm.

"Crap!" one of the students shouted. "Is he going up against some kind of zombie or what?"

"No kidding! That’s two of Rick’s punches. I’ve seen people drop from just one, but this guy, he took both, full force, and he’s still getting up!"

"No wonder Bekert had trouble with these Konsoon guys," another added. "Grammar school or not, they’re tough as nails!"

"Gi... I guess you were right about him."

But Gi didn’t respond. He remained still, his gaze locked on Mayson, eyes narrowed with a strange intensity. He had never seen Mayson try this hard at anything, not in school, not in sports, not in anything. And yet, here he was.

Inside the cage, Mayson wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

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