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.
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.
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