The Greatest Fighter No. 1
The Greatest Fighter No. 1
Chapter 487
Ivan's mouth twitched out of control. Everyone present at the scene clearly knew that there was a battle going on between these two men because they had entered the auction.
Especially when Ivan challenged fane to a bet, he had announced the terms of his sentence so loudly as if the audience was deaf. His main goal was to show everyone in the room that Fane was indeed a useless piece of trash just worthy of kneeling before him and licking his shoes clean.
But now, the table has changed. The 60-figure who had just been called by fane, sent him back to his little brain as he started making scenarios again. 'is this villa really worth $60 million? if I keep raising the price and end up being the trap that that bastard had planned for me, wouldn't I be a fool?' ivan thought in his heart and hesitated.
Ivan thought of fane's intentions - did fane deliberately raise the price just to trap him into a death trap?
However, if he stops here, it means he loses the bet which in the end means he has to clean the fane shoes. how could a young master from a third-rate noble family like him be able to kneel before the trash and clean his shoes? if word of the incident were to spread, his name - Ivan taylor - would never be as famous as before!
Ken's eyes widened as if he had just gotten a brilliant idea with his mini brain. He leaned forward towards Ivan and whispered into Ivan's ear, "Ivan, don't be afraid of him! Please fight! You only need to pay $60 million, I will cover the rest! It probably won't be more because I'm sure the bastard's done. So just add another million to surpass him!" Ken stopped before swearing, "Damn it! We just need to teach this jerk whatever happens!"
Hearing Ken's words, Ivan felt at ease as if the burden on his shoulders had finally lifted. With a smile plastered on his face, he shouted, "61!"
The incident that occurred at the back of the auction room left the middle-aged woman on the stage speechless. The two young men were plainly shouting the price from behind, making the people around them - those wealthy businessmen, as well as a few other third-rate families dumbfounded. Crowds of spectators were watching the money fight.
They had even taken over the responsibilities of the middle-aged woman as the auctioneer directed and conducted the auction. The two took turns making their bid, raising the price to an unreasonable amount.
"T-Young Master Taylor, e-sixty-one million!"
His voice was trembling with nervousness. He was just about to regain control of the auction when he realized the price had already reached an incredible amount. It also definitely made a lot of profit!
This was the first time he had faced such an event. He was stunned unable to contain his happiness.
Before he could speak, Fane interrupted. "What's the problem? When did the Young Master of the Taylor family become so stingy? Did you think a million would be a magic trick to get me out of this battle? Heh! 70!"
"Jesus Christ! Is he crazy? That's $70 million!"
"Yes! It's not just a screaming race, is it? He didn't just shout that number out for fun, did he? $70 million dollars what is not considered money?"
Some entrepreneurs begin to doubt their existence. Even though they were rich, they had the same thoughts about obtaining items from auctions; the cheaper the better. Of course, people wanted the price of the goods auctioned to be as low as possible!
They never expected that this son-in-law of the Taylor Family would cause so much trouble with Young Master Taylor, as if money was just a pile of papers for him.
"That's... That many?"
Next to Ivan, Ken's eyes widened round a plate of saucers, his jaw almost falling to the ground. Just a moment ago, he thought that he was on the winning side and that he only needed to pay one or two million to help Ivan win this bet.
Now it looks like the midget brought in more money than they expected. They really underestimated that jerk.
Or, maybe the jerk asked for a four-month down payment, or maybe even six!
However, he had trouble understanding it. Is the Drake Family an idiot? How could they be so kind to an ordinary bodyguard?
"Young Mr. Clark, this ....."
Ivan looked at Ken excitedly, asking for his advice. After all, he only needed to spend 60 million and Ken would cover the rest.
"Don't be afraid! Keep raising the offer! I can't believe we can't teach him a lesson today! He'll clean your shoes!"
"Seventy million, right? Haha, Fane Woods, I will fight you to the death today!"
"75!" he shouted the offer after thinking about it for a moment, his fists clenched firmly and determination shone in his eyes.
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