No Match

"Brother, from now on, you are my, Lei Dong's, gold medal boxer! I won't say anything. Two hundred thousand yuan for a boxing match. This is a credit card worth five hundred thousand yuan. Consider it a gift for you."

Lei Dong took out a credit card from his bag and handed it to Loong Fei. His generosity made the surrounding boxers envious.

"What? Two hundred thousand for a boxing match? That's too much! Even Brother Hu only has fifty thousand for a boxing match."

Isn't that so? Just the greeting gift alone is five hundred thousand yuan. Mr. Fei will be rich in the future."

These professional boxers all looked at Loong Fei with envy, but their eyes were filled with admiration, because they all knew that. With Loong Fei's strength, it was only natural for him to receive such a reward.

"Two hundred thousand in one boxing match? If I lose, can I also get two hundred thousand?"