The television cameras pivot almost in unison toward the back-left corner of the conference room. From that angle, the winning table naturally dominates the frame. Yet because of where Ronin Fight Management is seated, the broadcast captures far more than Ryoma alone.
In the same sweeping shot sit Dominic Bowman, Carlos Mendes, Alistair Vaughan, Jackson Rhodes, and the Russian delegation scattered across the neighboring tables.
Bowman leans toward Mendes, the irritation on his face impossible to hide. "How the hell did he know?"
"How the hell would I know?" Mendes replies curtly.
Across from them, Vaughan keeps his eyes fixed on Ryoma's table, his jaw set tighter than before.
The three men then exchange brief glances, each seemingly searching the others for an explanation none of them possesses.
Jackson Rhodes, however, remains sprawled comfortably in his chair, looking toward Vaughan with an amused grin.
