For the first time since the confrontation began, something in the Frenchman's expression finally shifts. The composure he had maintained throughout the meeting cracks slightly as his eyes remain fixed on the pistol aimed directly at his chest.
This situation has moved far beyond the scenario he originally imagined. He had expected resistance, perhaps pride or stubbornness from a young fighter, but not this level of control and violence delivered with such calm precision.
"Damn it… how the hell did it come to this?"
For a brief moment, the Frenchman wonders if bringing Ryoma here had been a mistake. The young boxer standing across the room is far more dangerous than the profile they had prepared before tonight.
His men, however, do not share that hesitation. The tension inside the room quickly fills with harsh laughter and cold intimidation as several of them begin speaking again, trying to reassert control through familiar threats.
