One of the judges seated at center marks his card, awarding the round to Dela Cruz. As he finishes, his gaze shifts to the left, checking the score of the official beside him, and sees the same scoring written there. Then his eyes move to the right, and this time the result is different.
A slight twitch touches his brow before he glances back to the left, and for a brief moment the two share a look that says enough without words.
Their attention shifts toward Hugo Ramirez at ringside, who remains seated with a composed posture, his expression unreadable.
When their eyes meet his, Ramirez offers no acknowledgment, no signal of any kind, and yet that very absence of reaction feels deliberate, as if the understanding has already been settled without needing to be shown.
Right beside him, however, Jackson Rhodes catches the exchange as it happens and leans slightly toward Ramirez, just enough to keep his voice low.
