The final bets had been placed, and the manager had returned to his seat. He seemed completely engrossed in the tablet propped up in front of him, his eyes scanning the screen with intense focus.
Max tried to sneak a peek, curious to see what kind of information was being displayed. He had a good guess, but there was one of those privacy films attached to the screen, the kind that only revealed its contents to the person directly in front of it. Everything else looked like a black void.
If I'm right, there'll be a signal of some kind, Max thought, keeping his senses sharp, his attention laser-focused. He wasn't sure what to expect, but before he could figure it out, the tides of the fight had already turned.
Sniper had gone in for a punch, but it was slightly off. Just enough. And that small miscalculation gave Hawk the perfect opportunity.
