When the small embroidered ball fell from the sky, the entire southern part of the city went mad.
They rushed frantically towards the direction where the embroidered ball was landing.
Some were pushed to the ground, countless people trampled over them, yet not a single one stopped.
"The embroidered ball is mine, all of you back off."
"Whoever dares to compete with me for the embroidered ball, don't blame me if my knife doesn't show mercy."
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The entire south of the city turned into a marketplace, with countless people jostling, fighting, and creating chaos.
The ground was filled with cries of pain; even many were trampled to death.
Finally, when the red embroidered ball landed, a plain-faced youth managed to snatch it.
"The embroidered ball is mine, I got it," the youth held up the red embroidered ball in his hand, shouting loudly.
Seeing this scene, the people around began to hesitate.
