“Legal question!” Volkov’s lawyer shrieked.
“Mr. Volkov,” Leo said, his voice a gravelly whisper. “You just called a BBC investigative team liars. That’s strike one. You’ve evaded Alistair’s last three questions. That’s strike two. And you’re wearing a wire to record our security protocols.” He pointed at Volkov’s cuff. “That’s strike three.” bbc tag team
The Truth Meter, a sleek glass orb on the desk, pulsed a soft, unconvinced amber. “Legal question
Leo Vance unfolded his arms. He didn’t run. He walked, slow and deliberate, rolling his thick neck. The lawyers stood up, but a stern look from the floor manager—who was also a former WWE referee—sat them back down. “You just called a BBC investigative team liars
Leo moved like a striking cobra. He didn’t punch. This was the BBC, after all. He executed a perfect, textbook judo hip throw— Harai Goshi —that sent the billionaire sprawling onto the crash mat that had seamlessly risen from the studio floor. The live audience gasped, then roared.
The lights flashed red again. The buzzer sounded twice.
