Salute To The General (Nathan Cross) novel 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 pushups. Sweating profusely, she gazed at Nathan with desperate eyes.

Naturally, she was waiting for Nathan to make his word count and pay her five hundred thousand.

Thomas asked him, "Sir, are we betting on this match?”

"Well, if we don't bet, it will become boring and meaningless. Let's bet just a little," he replied casually.

Upon this, Thomas fished out a credit card and tossed it in May's direction, asking her to swipe the card for a ten million bet on Greyhound winning the match.

He was a professional too and could see that Greyhound was a much better fighter in this match.

Initially, May was worried that he would not pay up. However, she did not expect him to bet ten million at one go!

May was instantly delighted as she looked at the generous man in front of her. She was sure that he would pay her the five hundred thousand for the push-ups she did earlier.

A short moment later, the match started.

It was barely two minutes before Greyhound sent a kick directly to Firebull's head.