Herb never made a losing deal, so if Griffon wanted to change his gambling stake, he needed to offer something in exchange.

“You can make changes if you want. I agree. However, during the competition, your she-wolf has to sit behind me on my motorcycle.”

Herb patted the backseat with his hand, but his eyes were provocative as he looked at Griffon.

“Herb, don’t push your luck!”

Griffon clenched his fist, veins standing out on the back of his hands as if he wanted to rush up and give ...