Kingston, a tough man, was crying inconsolably. "I…I didn't expect that you…would actually do me such a big favor. The salary you're paying me and the bonuses you give me every year is already the amount a top elite in the city would make in a year. I…I am just a fighter. If I were to be a trainer or whatnot, I may make three hundred thousand dollars a year at best. However, I am making more than five million every year now. You're already treating me well enough. Master Sebastian, I-I don't des