"He won! Calvin won!"
Fatty Zachary's piercing voice reverberated throughout the area.
When his words fell, the trainees and the officers around him finally awakened from their trance.
"Just what happened?"
The betting agent stared at the scene above the wooden podium.
"Calvin won?" He couldn't help but mutter to himself seeing the scene above the stage.
Indeed, Calvin seemed to have won given that his hand was placed on...
Christine's chest?
"Holy shit!" Fatty Zachary finally saw the scene up above the podium and his pupils constricted.
But then what followed afterwards was a piercing scream, "Brother! You won! Congrats!"
"Calvin actually won?!"
Fatty Zachary might be delighted by the turn of events, but the trainees were in despair.
