When the small embroidered ball fell from the sky, all the residents South of the City went mad.
They frantically surged toward where the embroidered ball was falling.
Someone was shoved to the ground, and countless people trampled over him, yet not one stopped in their tracks.
"The embroidered ball is mine! Get lost!"
"Whoever dares fight me for it, don't blame my blade for having no eyes!"
All of South of the City became a bustling market, countless people packed together, beating one another into a chaotic mess.
Wails covered the ground, and many people were even trampled to death alive.
Finally, when the red embroidered ball fell, it was snatched by a plain-faced Young Man.
"The embroidered ball is mine! I got it!" The Young Man held the red embroidered ball high and shouted.
Seeing this scene, the people nearby hesitated somewhat.
They wanted to snatch it away, but the City Lord had made his declaration beforehand, so they did not dare openly create trouble.
"Friend, how about selling that embroidered ball to me? Name any condition you want."
Someone nearby asked unwillingly.
"Not for sale." The Young Man shook his head with a smile, squeezed a path through the crowd, and strode toward the Red Carpet High Platform.
Just as the Young Man advanced step by step, a figure suddenly shot out from the side and fled into the distance.
Before anyone could even see what the person looked like, the red embroidered ball had already been snatched away.
"Whoever grabs the embroidered ball gets it."
"That's right. We fought over it for so long—why should he get it for free?"
Such voices rose from all around.
With one person setting a precedent, the other unwilling people nearby no longer felt afraid.
Together with the incitement