The system also whistles inside his head, with an exaggerated tone.
<< That's insane… five million dollars sitting in a briefcase like it's pocket change. >>
<< What are they doing, just flexing in front of you? >>
<< No… that can't be right. They're offering it to you. >>
<< And nobody throws around that kind of money without expecting something big in return. >>
Ryoma's eyes lift from the money and settle back on the Frenchman. Only then does the Frenchman begin speaking again, his tone now far more direct.
"You seem like someone who doesn't enjoy unnecessary conversation," he says. "So I will keep this simple."
He lightly taps the edge of the briefcase. "In the near future, representatives from Aleksandr Volkov's camp will approach you to discuss a WBA title fight. Whatever purse they offer you is between you and them. That part does not concern us."
He leans forward slightly, leaning his elbows on his thighs. "But during that fight… we want you to lose. Round eight."
