Chapter 141 Eric's Fury
Eric's face turned beet red with rage after hearing Donald's words.
Out on the field, the ref kept yelling for a stop because Eric had already thrown in the towel. "Stop the match now! Stop!"
But Pantherman didn't listen. He kept pounding on the lifeless Sharkman, like he wouldn't quit until Sharkman's brains were splattered.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!" The ref finally got Pantherman to back off by pointing a gun at him.
"Get someone to help him! Now!" Eric screamed, his face twisted in anger.
Wolfman, standing next to Eric, clenched his fists so hard they cracked.
If the ref hadn't pulled out that gun, Wolfman would've jumped in to save Sharkman himself.
The med team, waiting on the sidelines, rushed in, loaded Sharkman onto a stretcher, and started emergency treatment.
Eric had no clue if Sharkman was alive or dead.
All he knew was Sharkman was probably hanging by a thread.
In the stands, Donald laughed like a maniac. "Haha, I won!"
After so many run-ins with Eric, this was his first win. He was over the moon.
Winning in front of all these big shots, Donald felt like he got back all the respect he lost at the last auction.
The bosses in the stands were buzzing.
"Didn't think Pantherman was that strong. Even Mr. Phillips lost. He's out five hundred million dollars!"
"Who cares about the money? The real loss is the humiliation. Sharkman almost got killed by Donald, and that's a huge humiliation for Mr. Phillips!"
Everyone was shocked by the match's outcome.
"Donald, I conceded, and you still had your guy attack! What's your deal?" Eric yelled at Donald.
"Eric, it's just a fighter. If he dies, he dies. Why are you so worked up? You're hilarious," Donald sneered.
"Fighters are people too. A life is a life!" Eric's eyes narrowed, a cold glint in them.
"So what if I killed your guy? That's how underground fighting works. If you don't like it, beat Pantherman! If you can!" Donald was smug.
He paused, then added with a grin, "By the way, Eric, the madder you get, the happier I am. Seeing you this pissed is priceless!"
Donald’s laughter made Eric's eyes blaze with fury. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.
"Eric, you mad? Good! Don't forget to bring me the five hundred million we bet!" Donald laughed triumphantly.
Eric ignored him and walked away.
A loss was a loss. Eric could handle losing, but he'd remember this grudge and pay it back tenfold, a hundredfold in the future!
"Wolfman, let's go check on Sharkman!" He headed straight to the med team below the ring with Wolfman in tow.
Right now, all that mattered was Sharkman's condition.
Sharkman lay on the emergency table, covered in blood.
The med staff were working frantically to save him.
"Doc, how's Sharkman?" Eric asked urgently.
"Mr. Phillips, he's got severe head trauma, he's in a coma, and his heart's stopped. There's basically no hope. We'll do our best," a doctor said.
"Damn it!" Eric kicked the wall hard, his face a mask of uncontrollable anger.
Before the match, he had promised Sharkman that after this fight, he'd buy his freedom. No more fights. But now, Sharkman was on the brink of death.
"Mr. Phillips, our gear here is pretty basic. We need to get him to the hospital ASAP. There's an ambulance waiting outside," the doctor said.
"Alright! Do whatever it takes to save him!" Eric said, his teeth clenched.
"What about the costs?" the doctor asked.
"Don't worry about it. I'll cover everything, no matter how much it is!" Eric replied.
"Got it! We'll do our best!" the doctor nodded, then called over some nurses to get Sharkman ready for the ambulance.
"Wolfman, let's go with them," Eric said, ready to head out.
"Eric, hold up!" Wolfman suddenly grabbed Eric's arm.
"Wolfman?" Eric turned, confused.
"I'm going up there to avenge Sharkman!" Wolfman's eyes burned with determination.
Even if they went along, they couldn't do much to help. But Wolfman could get revenge.
"But you swore you'd never fight again!" Eric said seriously.
"To avenge Sharkman, for you, and to deal with Donald, I'm willing to break that oath!" Wolfman said, his voice sharp and eyes filled with murderous intent.
With that, he strode towards the stage.
"Eric, what's this? You sending Wolfman up?" Donald asked quickly, seeing Wolfman approach the stage.
"That's right! I want a rematch!" Eric said through gritted teeth.
Since Wolfman was already heading up, Eric didn't hesitate, letting the battle begin.
"Alright!" Donald said with a grin.
He had hoped to get Wolfman on stage and have Pantherman take him out. Now, it was happening just as he wanted.
"They're going to fight again! This is insane!" The bosses in the crowd buzzed with excitement.
For them, a showdown between Eric and Donald was the ultimate thrill.
"Eric, since we're doing this again, how about we up the stakes? A billion dollars this time. You up for it?" Donald said with a smile.
Having just won five hundred million, he wanted to go even bigger.
"A billion? Sure, no problem. But just money is boring. Let's bet something else," Eric said, narrowing his eyes.
"What else do you want to bet?" Donald asked, eyeing Eric.
"How about an arm? If I lose, I'll cut off my left hand. If you lose, you cut off yours," Eric said, his eyes locked on Donald.
"What? An arm?" The bosses were stunned.
"Betting an arm? That's crazy!"
"Yeah, Eric's Sean's grandson. With his exalted status, he's willing to bet his own hand? Donald must've driven him mad!"
Everyone came to this underground fight club for entertainment. Betting money was one thing, but no one had ever bet a body part. They were shocked and couldn't understand Eric's move.
Donald's face changed. He hadn't expected this. Honestly, he didn't want to bet something like that.
"What? Donald, you scared?" Eric said coldly, narrowing his eyes.
"Scared? No way! You're Sean's grandson, your hand's worth more than mine. Why wouldn't I bet? I accept!" Donald said through gritted teeth.
Though he was reluctant, everyone was watching. Plus, with Pantherman being so strong, he was confident he'd win. Why not take the bet?
After Donald accepted, the room buzzed with electricity.
"They're betting an arm. That's insane!"
"Their showdown was so intense, and now they're betting their arms. This is the real highlight of today!"
The bosses were all eagerly anticipating the match.
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