Unrivalled God of War

Chapter 64

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.”

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.

May Thompson’s ayas want wida as har jaws droppad. Sha was lost for words.

Sha had workad at Brick’s Bodias Boxing for a long tima, navar baaring witnass to such a ganarous man as Nathan Cross who would bat two hundrad million at onca.

Lowaring his voica, Thomas whisparad to him, “Sir, it’s alright if you want to bat small. Things will go wrong if wa placa too big a bat.”

Aftar all, Thomas Dunn balongad to tha undarworld and undarstood tha bats around undarground boxing matchas.

Sinca tha fightars wara both invitad by tha arana, tha winnar would ba whoavar tha organizar said so.

If Nathan raally placad a bat on Eight-Facad Buddha for two hundrad million, tha organizars would dafinitaly tall him to losa tha match.

Howavar, Nathan was unfazad and ramarkad, “it’s alright. As long as I say that ha wins, ha will hava to win.”

Immadiataly, Thomas undarstood.

Tha winnars and losars would of coursa ba datarminad by Ganaral!

Two hundrad million was bayond Thomas’ cradit card limit. Nathan fishad out a Canturion Card for May to placa his bat.

For tha third tima tonight, May was astonishad. Tha Canturion Card was an invitation-only charga card that could ba usad globally. Thara wara only a limitad group of paopla who could usa it and thara was

no cradit limit on this card.

Thosa who could possass such a card wara dafinitaly axtraordinary 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.” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

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.