Chapter 187: How Far For Money?
Max had answered the question loud enough that the other students overheard him. Even those from Konsoon froze in disbelief at the number he’d mentioned.
The students from Konsoon mostly came from middle-class families. Sure, they had some spending money here and there, but ten thousand? That was an insane amount, especially hearing it thrown around so casually by someone their age.
Already, the students were starting to imagine what they could do with that kind of cash. A new bike? A trip abroad? Maybe their own gaming setup? The possibilities were endless. And now, they understood exactly why Mayson had decided to stand up again.
"Heck, man, what the, !" Crondo exclaimed. "For 10k? Throw me in there! I’d happily take a few punches. That lucky guy!"
Although the other students were thinking Mayson was lucky, he didn’t feel that way at all. His head was pounding like a drum, the pain radiating through his skull. Still, he kept his eye on the prize. This might be the only time in his life he’d ever have the chance to make money this easily.
"You’re standing up? You’re really standing up just to get hit again?" Rick snapped, spinning around, fury written all over his face.
As he charged forward, he threw a punch, this time, launching it from underneath, putting his entire body behind the motion.
Mayson instinctively covered up, raising his hands to block, but just like before, it wasn’t enough. Rick’s punch blasted through his guard and slammed straight into his stomach.
The breath was knocked out of Mayson. He dropped to his knees instantly, a string of saliva trailing from his mouth before his entire body collapsed to the side.
Rick, having let out a bit more of his frustration, turned around, his shoulders rising and falling with his breath.
’I guess two hits is enough. That should make us even.’