The Young Billionaire
Boss, You're So Terrible
Desta's remarks certainly make Febrianto confused, how his boss can be so sure of betting like this, while this kind of gambling is very different from card gambling or other gambling.
“Maybe because the boss is very good at fighting, he could read the aura of the fighters in the arena” Febrianto assumed so because he had heard the rumor that if someone was very dedicated to martial arts, he would be, he would be very easy to read his opponent's strength level.
“But, if the boss has already reached that stage, means he is already at the highest level?” febrianto Gumam.
“Why Feb?” said Desta when he turned to look at Febrianto who had been staring at him while nodding his head.
“Ah, no nothing boss.!” Febrianto gasped in shock from his daydream and then he looked back at the fighter in the arena.
The two fighters in the arena consisted of the black side and the white side, respectively, where the white side is one of Widodo's subordinates and the black side is the challengers who come and go every day.
“Total bet of 12 Billion rupiah with details of 100 bets for a total of 2 Billion and 2 bets for a total of 10 Billion rupiah” a sentence announced by the match referee about the total bet on the fight this time it made everyone very excited.
“Wah, 2 bets for a total of 10 Billion rupiah.!”
“That must be the people sitting in the VIP room.!”
“The rich are indeed very different levels of carrying”
Everyone who was not from the VIP room started gossiping about the spectacular amount of bets for them.
“Bos, 2 bets is that possible?” febrianto asked when he heard the announcement of the total bet.
“Mmm, another one is definitely Widodo's boss.!” desta said while nodding her head and her gaze was still on the fighters.
Febrianto looked around and found another VIP room across from them.
“Bos, it looks like it's a VIP room again, maybe the Widodo boss is in that room” Febrianto pointed towards the glass room opposite him.
“For now, we just observe this fight, I have a plan to lure it out by itself.!” said Desta and he looked very focused on the match.
The match began and the two fighters immediately collided.
Each punch lodged in the face and body of each fighter, made all the spectators even more cheer with excitement.
“This match is done.!” said Desta with a small smile.
“Bos, the two of them are still standing firmly and it seems like they also still have a lot of energy, how can the match be finished?” Febrianto wondered because Desta's explanation was so indigestible to his logic.
“You can see..! The hand of the white-sided fighter was already very trembling, although he covered it by jumping there to here, but my eyes could not be fooled by him.!” desta said confidently.
“Hmm, the.” Febrianto was surprised by what he saw.
Looking closely, he realized that what Desta said was true.
The hand of the fighter on the white side was indeed really trembling and he covered it by jumping up and down so that the enemy did not think it was overwhelmed and in hopes of still being able to intimidate his opponent.
In a fight, if the hand looks shaky, it will be a bad thing because the opponent will immediately attack repeatedly when he knows his body will not be able to receive more blows.
“Bos, you are indeed very terrible.!” febrianto muttered as he occasionally glanced towards Desta.
Before long, the cheers of the spectators came to a halt due to the shock given by the fighter on the black side.
“Buk.. Buk.. Buk..” 3 crushing blows that lead the heart and chin of the white side fighter without any direct resistance make him a winner.