"Yeah, too. If you can help get a brand new global limited edition supercar, that would be great. Even if I have to pay three tis the market price, I won’t hesitate." Raymond chipped in.
The others also nodded. That was especially for Dalton.
In the entire group, not many people could afford the price of a global limited edition supercar. After all, the amount of money that they got in terms of allowance was not much.
"Hey, do you think that the global limited edition supercars are easy to get? I had to go through a lot of trouble in order to be able to get this Koenigsegg.
At the mont, you cannot easily convince the manufacturer to produce another car to add to the limited edition cars. After all, this is infringing on the interests of so people." Michael shook his head as he responded.
The limited edition supercars usually represented status and power. So, if soone owned a supercar that was a global limited edition, they would usually feel kind of proud.
But what would happen if they suddenly realized that, the car that they were so proud of, was common in the market?
That would be kind of troubleso to deal with. So, Michael had no any intention of bringing out several global limited supercars.
The group was left disappointed when they heard that. Then, they thought, this actually made sense. It was already a miracle that Michael was able to get a global limited edition, and a brand new one at that.
The Koenigsegg Regera had already been sold out. In the market, one could only get the second hand cars. It was impossible to be able to find a brand new one.
It seed, even with Michael’s background, it was not that easy to be able to get this kind of car from the producer.
"Michael, I have an unreasonable request to make. I don’t know if you can accommodate it?" Suddenly, a feminine voice reached Michael’s ears.
Michael was surprised, as he gazed at the owner of the voice. It turned out to be a lady with curled, pink hair and green eyes. She looked quite cute, with so baby fat on her face.
In terms of beauty, she was not any less beautiful than Kate. While Kate usually had a heroic look, this girl had a cute appearance.
Michael knew who she was. With his current mory, he could rember a lot of things. Back then, when he t with this group for the first ti, there were so introductions.
From what he could rember, this girl seed to be Jessica Gibson. Apart from her na, Michael did not know much about her, as there was not much interaction between the two of them before today.
"Let hear it first." Michael responded after a mont of silence.
Jessica looked slightly nervous as she asked, "Since you can make clear judgnts, could you help out a little? Could you help in selecting options for a fight, so that I can place so bets next ti?"
Michael was left dumbfounded by the request from Jessica. He looked at her, seeing that she was serious.
"Hey, you spendthrift! What? You are already thinking of a way of earning more money so that you can squander?" Alex suddenly said from the side as he pointed at Jessica.
With a defiant expression on her face, Jessica responded, "What is it to you? I am making a request here. And, did you not just depend on Michael to win so much money?
What is the problem if I make such a request? As long as he agrees, what is the problem?"
Jessica’s response left Alex speechless, as he was not sure about how to respond.
The other group behind Jessica also nodded, seemingly hoping that Michael would agree. After all, if they could make so quick bucks from making bets, why not?
While they were tempted to earn big from betting, they had no confidence of doing it by themselves. After all, they could not make judgnts as accurate as Michael’s.
Even though he had only done it once, since he claid that his judgnt was so good, then it must be true. Moreover, did he not just let them understand why he had decided on the options that he selected before?
Looking at the group that was looking at him hopefully, especially Jessica who was the most eager, Michael felt a slight headache.
In the end, he shook his head as he said, "I cannot guarantee that every judgnt that I make every ti will be accurate. After all, I can only make predictions from the previous fights. Who knows, maybe soone got injured in between the days before the fight.
Just a slight change might affect the entire battle. So, if you decide to try sothing like this, you have to be prepared to lose. After all, I cannot guarantee 100% success."
What Michael was saying was both true and made up. The possibility of so changes happening in between was quite low. But still, there was that probability.
Additionally, who could tell, maybe the fight could be rigged. At that ti, it would not matter what his judgnt was. It would only depend on how it had been arranged from behind the scenes.
As for the second reason why he was saying those words, it was mainly to discourage this group from engaging in gambling too often.
Gambling once or twice was not a problem. But if soone got addicted to gambling, that would be too troubleso.
The group thought about what Michael had said, realizing that it made sense. At the sa ti, the enthusiasm that they had before began fading.
It seed, it was not that easy to be able to make money. Just as easy as they had earned this ti, they could easily lose all the money that they had next ti.
After all, this was a bet on people. It depended on how those fighters were at that mont, not how they were before. So, any change in their thoughts, emotions and so on, could greatly affect the battle results.
"Okay, I need to go." Michael Said when he realized that the group had been discouraged.
"Wait! Then, do you perhaps have another thod that can allow to be able to make big money?" Jessica asked.
She also understood that it would not be that easy to be able to make money from betting. Now, she hoped that Michael had another thod that he could give her, allowing her to be able to make more money.
Currently, with over half a million dollars, if she could find sothing that could double it, that would be great. She did not hope for very high odds like before.
Michael raised his brows slightly as he looked at Jessica. He was left wondering what was the reason why she seed to be so desperate to earn so much money.
"Give your contact information. If I find sothing that can allow you to be able to earn more money, I will inform you.
Moreover, send your info on your hobbies, what you are good at and so on. That way, I can easily find sothing that will allow you to be able to make the money." Michael responded.
He did not make a decision on the spot. While there were a lot of things that could be used in order to allow her to be able to earn much more money, Michael wanted to understand her first.
That was why he was planning to go back, to investigate her. After that, he would make a decision on whether he would help her or not.
"That’s great!" Jessica exclaid as she responded. She had not expected that Michael was going to accept her request.
So, she quickly took out her phone, before she exchanged contact info with Michael.
The others watching from the side felt slightly envious. They wanted to also request Michael to help them out, but in the end, they felt embarrassed to do so.
Jessica had taken the initiative to ask. If they also did that, that would make it seem like they were shaless.
"Did you co with another car? If not, why don’t you drive my McLaren P1 back? I will co over to pick it after I take the Koenigsegg Regera back." Alex suddenly asked.
"There is no need. I have already made arrangents for soone to co and pick up." Michael responded.
And just as his voice faded, the group saw that there was a car that was driving into the parking lot.
It was a rcedes Benz-S-class S580. It was a luxury executive car. And when the group saw it, they could imdiately recognize it, as they were usually interested in cars, considering that they frequently participated in racing competitions.
Though, they were left wondering why such a luxury car ca over. Looking at the entire parking lot, it did not seem like any luxury car could co to such a place.
It was mainly so ordinary cars and so sports cars, which belonged to them, who had co over for the fights in the Bloody Cage Arena.
"My ride is here. I need to get going." Michael responded.
It was only after Michael had said those words that they finally understood. It seed, this was the car that was arranged by Michael to pick him up.
Michael turned around, intending to get into the car. Adrian had already gotten out of the car, opening the car’s door for him.
"Hey, you brat! Stop right there! You dare to go against ? Do you have a death wish?" Suddenly, an arrogant but angry voice reached everyone’s ears.
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