Chapter 169 Ancient Yoga Arts

• Lewis hopped off the ring, loose and easy, grinning while the staff processed his transfer. Dozens of billions of dollars slid into his account without a hitch. Damn, money really does fall into your lap sometimes.
• The crowd exploded. Folks who’d bet on Lewis to lose stomped and beat their chests, cursing till their voices cracked. Regret hit them like a truck.
• The match wrapped, and Lewis was invited to a VIP suite on the second floor, where he finally met the boss of the Xin’an Consortium—Mr. Chelson.