Leaning forward, Max rested both elbows on his thighs, eyes locked on the ring as his mind ran wild. It was a familiar position, one he often took when deep in thought, when the pieces of the puzzle started to click into place.
'I need to figure out how the Black Hounds are going to play this,' Max thought, his brows slightly furrowed. 'I can guess… but there are still a few variables I can't control.'
'Just like Chad, they might try to coax me into continuing this gambling streak, maybe tonight, maybe some other time in the future. There's a chance they'll fix the fight and let us win, especially since I bet on Sniper…'
'But that's only a possibility. The amount of money at stake, 100 million, isn't small. If they have to pay that out, there's a good chance I'll just walk away and never come back. They don't know who I am, not really. They have no idea what kind of person they're dealing with.'
