The Soldier's Unsurpassable Honor novel Chapter 2151

Oliver's face turned beet red; his hand started to tremble on their own as if wanting to strangle Fane.

Wesley was so angry that he was at the risk of having a seizure. "You asshole! You're just wasting everyone's time with all this talk of wager! As if you're ever going to win against my brother!"

Fane arched his brow. How annoying could Wesley get? Fane had endured his nonsense for long enough! He turned to face him and said, “This has nothing to do with you, so can you just shut up? The sound of your voice really irks me!"

After saying this, Fane raised his head and looked at Elder Godfrey; he motioned to Elder Godfrey with his eyes. Elder Godfrey raised his eyebrows. He naturally understood what Fane meant; the threat in his eyes was obvious enough. It seemed that if he did not speak out soon enough, Fane would quit, so he sighed with resignation.

He stepped forward and said to Wesley, "Fane is right. This matter has nothing to do with you. You should stay in your lane and not meddle in this matter. I'm starting to wonder if your parents taught you any

manners." Elder Sayer's face darkened instantly. Althoi was not Wesley's parent, they were still related to each other. Elder Godfrey's remark was undoubtedly a slap in the face to the Sayer family. He was about to say

something when the look on First Elder's face stopped him. He had always obeyed his order, and this time would not be any different. Lips twitching, he had no choice but to swallow back his anger.

Wesley’s face was flushed red, but he dared not say anything after being reprimanded so fiercely by Elder Godfrey. Oliver stared coldly at Fane, his hatred for him bore deep into his bones; their relationship had successfully proceeded to the point of archnemesis.

Oliver laughed icily, and then said, "Fine, we'll have it your way. There's no excuse for you to back out of the battle now that I've agreed to put up a wager."

Since Oliver had agreed to it himself, the First Elder and Second Elder also readily agreed. "In that case, let me be the referee," said the Second Elder. He was actually looking forward to seeing what tricks Fane had up his sleeves.

Fane nodded. The position of a referee was originally held by the top brass, and the Second Elder naturally

qualified to hold this position. Oliver did not want to dela^i a cold face, "What kind of wager do you want to bet on?

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Fane thought about this for a while before saying, "Do you have seven hundred contribution points on you?"