After the city league ended, there was a one-month break for the representative teams of each city to rest and train, while also giving the fans time to catch their breath. A month later, the regional league would begin.
There was no doubt that this had pushed the football league to a whole new climax.
People always had a stronger sense of belonging to the city they lived in.
Once the matches were officially upgraded to competitions between cities, the representative teams of each city naturally received the greatest support from their respective populations.
Even the Old Soldier Team, which had been reported more than a few times before, was no exception. The Old Soldier Team now represented the face of their Black Moon City!
The subsequent matches proceeded smoothly, but outside the stadium, things were far from peaceful.
That day, at a Football Lottery sales outlet, some people were rejoicing while others were drowning in sorrow.
After the latest match ended and the results were confirmed, fans who had won the Lieutenant General prize rushed over to claim their winnings.
The ticket inspectors at the windows worked with great efficiency. As they accepted tickets from people claiming prizes, they stamped them with a sharp smack and returned them, signaling the winners to collect their money at the adjacent window.
This seemingly brainless operation made the window's processing speed extraordinarily fast.
"Next!"
Hearing the shout, the person at the front left, and the next claimant in line nervously handed over his ticket.
The employee, who had been performing high-intensity repetitive work, failed to notice anything unusual about him.
As usual, he swiftly took the ticket and stamped it with the seal in his hand.
The moment he lifted the seal, the employee stared at the ticket and froze. While keeping