"Damn!" The group of people who had just been boasting finally reacted, and their mouths simultaneously uttered these two words in astonishment, mixed with a hint of helplessness and bitterness. What on earth? They had just been pretending to be cool in front of Christopher Yard, who was a more powerful doctor than Lohan Morrison. What kind of concept was this? They were trying to act cool in front of him. They felt like they had been slapped in the face, their faces burning with embarrassment. Their pretentiousness was so low-level and unbearable. They could still vividly recall the helpless and disdainful look in Christopher Yard's eyes. It made them want to cry. Ye Dashen, you should have scolded us harshly at that time. We wouldn't feel so ashamed now. It's too embarrassing. Hopefully, not many people remember it. If they do, we're really in trouble. The three of them looked around and realized that no one was blaming them. They breathed a sigh of relief and then focused their attention on Christopher Yard. Their faces were filled with admiration.In their eyes, anyone who could bring glory to the country was worthy of admiration. If Christopher Yard knew what they were thinking, he would definitely smile bitterly. He did want to defeat Hideyoshi Abe, mainly because he couldn't stand the oppression of the Madrila people by the islanders. Of course, gaining some approval was also one of the reasons. When Christopher Yard approached Hideyoshi Abe, he reached out his right hand and shook hands as a gesture of politeness. Hideyoshi Abe also extended his hand, and their hands immediately clasped together. As Christopher Yard tried to let go after shaking hands, he suddenly felt a tremendous force coming from Hideyoshi Abe's hand. Christopher Yard felt a tightness, as if Hideyoshi Abe was gradually squeezing his hand, causing it to ache. Hideyoshi Abe had a gentle smile on his face, but Christopher Yard, as the person involved, could sense the mockery and disdain in his smile. How could Christopher Yard tolerate such a thing? As the saying goes, "Courtesy demands reciprocity." Since you dared to make a move against Christopher Yard, you should be prepared to pay the corresponding price. With this in mind, Christopher Yard snorted coldly and instantly increased the strength in his arm, firmly gripping Hideyoshi Abe's hand, not allowing him to move an inch. At this moment, Abe Hideyoshi's face changed drastically. Although he was a medical student, he had also studied judo and had considerable strength, weighing over 250 pounds. However, when facing Christopher Yard, he unexpectedly lost. He had used despicable means before, causing some formidable doctors in Madrila to lose their qualifications in competitions. He had originally planned to make Christopher Yard lose directly here, but he didn't expect Christopher Yard to be so strong. Without any hesitation, Abe Hideyoshi tried to break free from Christopher Yard's grip, but to his astonishment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape Christopher Yard's grasp. Christopher Yard held his hand tightly. "Shaking hands and leaving, is there anything better than this?" Christopher Yard smiled faintly, with a familiar smirk on his lips. This was his signature expression when dealing with enemies. "Crack!" In an instant, Abe Hideyoshi's hand made a sound of bone fracture. His face twisted and he could hardly move. Immediately after a scraping sound, a second cracking sound followed. This time, not only his hand, but his entire arm trembled, and he was covered in cold sweat, feeling extremely uncomfortable. "Oh my, Hideyoshi-kun, what happened? Did your right hand overexert itself last night?" After Abe Hideyoshi's hand was almost useless, Christopher Yard finally let go and extended his hand, pretending to be surprised. Abe Hideyoshi took a deep breath. There were reporters watching nearby. Just now, Christopher Yard wanted to let go, but he didn't allow it, and it was definitely captured on camera. Even if he wanted to deny it now, there was no way. "It's nothing. Let's continue with the competition. I heard that you can diagnose a person's illness without taking their pulse or doing anything else. Let's see who can diagnose more accurately today!" Afterwards, Abe Hideyoshi sneered. He wasn't just a judo practitioner who had reached a certain level. His true identity was a medical genius known for reaching the pinnacle of both Eastern and Western medicine.Being able to diagnose without doing anything was something he, Abe Hideyoshi, could do as well. Christopher Yard had no objections to this, and then he said lightly, "The competition is fine, but let's agree on the stakes first. This is important, after all, everyone is here." What Christopher Yard was essentially saying was, "If you don't state the stakes, don't bother competing. There are so many people here watching, and if you don't honor the bet, you, Abe Hideyoshi, will lose face." In response, Abe Hideyoshi smiled lightly, and his face seemed to have regained its calmness. The defiant look that Christopher Yard had seen on Abe Hideyoshi's face earlier slowly emerged: "If I lose, I will never enter Brentwood City again. If you lose, I won't ask you to do anything, just kowtow to me three times." Upon hearing Abe Hideyoshi's words, the faces of many journalists nearby changed, including Harold Myers. This Abe Hideyoshi, how dare he be so arrogant? "Abe Hideyoshi, don't be so presumptuous. This is Madrila, not your island country!" Harold Myers' voice, tinged with a hint of coldness, spread slowly from him, with Harold Myers at the center. In response, Christopher Yard shook his head directly, raised his hand to stop Harold Myers, then took a step forward and looked at Abe Hideyoshi, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth: "You dare to propose such a small bet? Let's raise the stakes. If you lose, you are not allowed to enter Madrila anymore. If I lose, I will kowtow to you thirty times. If you're not up for it, then forget it." Christopher Yard's calm voice immediately reached Abe Hideyoshi's ears, causing him to squint slightly. Soon, Abe Hideyoshi's lips also curled up, and in a voice that seemed unaffected, he said, "Since you like big bets, let's bet big."