At the mill, the fight was still live. The Ledger circled the bloodied man. The voice crackled through a speaker: “Ten seconds to the knockout. Any bets?”
“Too late,” the voice replied. “The contact is a contract. You’re in the ring now.”
“Watch,” Mateo said.
The feed showed the street-clothed man take a brutal hook to the jaw. He crumpled. The crowd—unseen, jeering—roared.
At the mill, the fight was still live. The Ledger circled the bloodied man. The voice crackled through a speaker: “Ten seconds to the knockout. Any bets?”
“Too late,” the voice replied. “The contact is a contract. You’re in the ring now.”
“Watch,” Mateo said.
The feed showed the street-clothed man take a brutal hook to the jaw. He crumpled. The crowd—unseen, jeering—roared.