As soon as he left the corrupt police officers behind, Zac approached the bookmaker he'd spoken with earlier when he wagered 2,000 Lunar Pennies on himself.
Near the area the police officers were, such a middle-aged man in a sharp white suit was laughing joyously. For him and his betting group, the best outcome was a victory by the least favored team.
With few bets on Zac, they would divide the winnings between the bookmaker—taking two fees—and the few winners.
Seeing Zac, the man rose to greet him. "Small Boy, you fight like an animal!" he stated his words, being mindful to avoid any physical contact with Zac, who was visibly wounded.
"You're here for your prize, right? Sadly, you can't fight any longer. Otherwise, I'd have an interesting proposal for you," the man added, looking down in disappointment.
"What do you mean?" Zac asked. "Who says I'm done?"
"Are you going to continue?" he asked, his expression his lightening as he looked at Zac.
