Salute To The General

Chapter 62 You Can Do Whatever You Want

On first impressions, Nathan Cross was a man who would dazzle. As time went by, one would grow to

appreciate his manly aura and charisma.

There were many rich ladies, married and unmarried, who swooned hard as they saw Nathan Cross

getting off the car. Amidst their frenzy, they even blew kisses to him.

If it was not for Thomas Dunn and the bodyguards, this group of women would have initiated a

conversation with him already. NôvelDrama.Org content.

A beautiful female manager, dressed in a cheongsam, welcomed them enthusiastically as they arrived.

With a wide smile, she asked, "I am the manager here, May Thompson. Is there anything I can help

you with today?"

Nathan remained silent while Thomas told her in a low, muffled voice, "He is here for the boxing

match."

May ushered them in with a smile, "Please! Come in!"

She led them into the club and took the elevator down with them.

This was because Brick's Bodies Boxing was located underground.

It was as large as a football field, with the center decorated with an octagon-shaped boxing ring. Four

enormous LED-screens hung from the ceiling, which broadcasted the match to the audience sat at the

back.

There were already more than a hundred people present by the time they arrived. Men wore suits while

women wore gowns. It was indeed the high society.

Everyone was discussing amongst themselves on which boxer to bet on.

May Thompson brought Nathan and the group to a private VIP room, which had a layer of glass.

It was, in fact, a one-way mirror. Nobody outside could see what happened in the VIP room, while

everyone in that room could see what happened outside, including the match on the ring.

As the room was not huge, Thomas Dunn's bodyguards could only stand guard outside the room.

May quickly instructed the staff to serve them snacks and tea. Plastering a pleasant smile on her face,

she told Nathan Cross, "Sir, I don't think we have met before. Is this your first time visiting us?"

"Yes, you are right. Why don't you introduce the rules to me?" Nathan let out a small smile as he asked.

"Well, as you can see, most of us are here for the underground boxing match. The entrance fee is a

thousand per person.

However, I'm pleased to let you know that your entrance fees have been waived," May explained.

There were twelve of them, including Nathan, which totaled up to twelve thousand. May actually waived

the entire sum!

However, Nathan and Thomas knew very clearly that she thought that they were extremely wealthy

clients, and hence, she did not bother with collecting the meager sum of the entrance fees.

With what had seemed like a smile, Nathan asked again, "What other programs do you have apart

from this?"

Taking out an electronic device that looked like an iPad, May scrolled through the page and informed

him, "You can look at all of the boxers' information on this page. And you can also place bets before the

competition starts."

"Ah, so it's gambling. Anything else?" He said.

Gazing at Nathan with an affectionate look, she neared him and announced rather seductively and

coquettishly, "Our highest level VIP can do anything here, including me."

Thomas, who stood at the side, looked away and acted as though he did not see anything.

Raising his eyebrows, Nathan asked, "So I can make you do anything?"

"Yes!” May approached him once more and wanted to sit on his lap. With pouted lips and a seductive

voice, she asked, "What would you like me to do, sir?”

Before she could even seat herself on his laps, Nathan pointed over to a corner of the room and

instructed, "Very well then. Why don't you head over there and do two hundred push-ups for me?"

The smile on her face froze along with her body as she looked at him in disbelief.

She knew that Nathan's background was extraordinary, seeing that he came in a Rolls Royce.

She was willing to do anything for him, including using her own body, as long as he was pleased.

However, she did not expect him to ask her to do push-ups!

At this moment, she felt as though she was being humiliated. Biting her lips, she

asked, "Sir, are you being serious?"