When 'God' Decides To Start Over
Chapter 59: Tyrone City on the Verge of Bankruptcy

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: Tyrone City on the Verge of Bankruptcy

A sudden, overwhelming fear surged in Jian Jia’s heart, for he realized he had only one more handball foul left before he’d be dead if hit again.

Li Xiu had kicked the ball at Jian Jia’s hand four times, an occurrence far beyond coincidence, leaving a massive shadow in Jian Jia’s mind.

Despite being physically superior to Li Xiu, Jian Jia found himself harboring a fear of Li Xiu now.

Li Xiu glanced at the stunned Jian Jia, lightly nudged the ball forward with his toe.

Jian Jia reacted as if he’d encountered a venomous snake, retreating several meters swiftly, only to realize that Li Xiu hadn’t kicked the ball towards him, but was instead running towards him with the ball.

Jian Jia’s face alternated between pale and green; within moments, he seemed to have made up his mind and turned to sprint towards his team’s half.

This led to an astonishing scene on the field: Jian Jia was sprinting ahead while Li Xiu chased after him with the ball.

Of course, Li Xiu couldn’t catch up to Jian Jia, but this sight left the red team members dumbfounded.

"What... what is happening..." Dong Qiu, battling Kun Sha, almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

The other team members, witnessing this scene, found their morale plummeting instantaneously.

A powerhouse like Jian Jia, being chased by Li Xiu, seemed like a tale from Arabian Nights.

"Stop him, I’ve used up all my handball fouls." Jian Jia shouted loudly as he approached his teammates.

Upon hearing Jian Jia, several team members immediately stood behind him, forming a human wall.

Li Xiu, squinting at the human wall, suddenly raised his leg and shot powerfully, sending the football flying with a menacing roar.

Seeing the wall behind him, Jian Jia relaxed slightly.

But the next moment, his eyes widened, pupils constricting to the extreme, as a football seemingly appeared out of nowhere and struck his hand.

With the wall blocking his view, Jian Jia couldn’t see where the ball came from, though others saw clearly.

The ball that Li Xiu kicked had strangely curved in a half-circle, like a crescent blade, bypassing the wall and hitting Jian Jia’s hand directly.

With Jian Jia’s capabilities, he should have reacted in time, at least preventing the ball from hitting his hand.

But he was so consumed by the fear of death that he failed to calm down and recognize the danger.

Bang!

Before everyone’s eyes, Jian Jia’s body was blown to pieces by the trial armband.

With the strongest Jian Jia dead, the red team fell into chaos, and Li Xiu no longer aimed for the goal but directed the ball at the remaining red team players.

The sound of the football colliding with hands echoed repeatedly as Li Xiu’s kicks consistently hit the red team players.

Every time the ball rebounded, Li Xiu was right there in position to kick it out again.

The players hit by the ball immediately stiffened, Shale and Pa Shan seized the opportunity to severely injure or even kill the paralyzed opponents.

About a minute after Jian Jia was eliminated, the entire situation on the field completely reversed.

When only Dong Qiu was left to fight for the red team, he knew it was over and gave up resisting.

"You piece of trash, thought you could take me down, now you see how formidable I am!" Shale, covered in numerous injuries and blood on his face indistinguishable from friend or foe, shouted.

Having been assaulted by several individuals, his injuries were significant, but fortunately not fatal.

Pa Shan was slightly better off. Unlike Shale, he was skilled in defensive tactics - to put it simply, he could endure blows. Though he took as many hits as Shale, his injuries weren’t as severe.

"Dong Qiu, can you explain what’s going on?" Kun Sha refrained from lethal action and asked Dong Qiu.

"What’s there to say, we’re doomed anyway. Get on with it, hit me hard if you want to torture me," Dong Qiu said, knowing he was destined to die, laying all cards on the table.

"I’ll break every bone in your body, let’s see if your bones are harder than your mouth," Shale taunted, preparing to strike.

Kun Sha stopped Shale, saying to Dong Qiu, "I know this incident isn’t your doing; you were forced to comply. If you tell me everything you know, I promise to look after your family."

Dong Qiu scoffed, "Don’t threaten me with my family, even if you get out, you won’t survive."

"Do I need to threaten you? Think about it, if Zheng De treated me like this, you should know better than I what your master is like. With the losses you’ve caused him, do you think he’ll spare your family after you’re dead?" Kun Sha spoke calmly, without anger.

Dong Qiu’s expression shifted; he was well aware of what the Lord of Guyue City was like.

Just as Kun Sha and his companions thought he was wavering, Dong Qiu suddenly surged forward and attacked the ordinary onlookers nearby.

The air filled with screams as Dong Qiu slaughtered several bystanders in a flash, leaving them dead with shattered skulls.

"Dong Qiu, what are you doing?" Pa Shan rushed forward, but it was too late.

"You must swear, if anyone leaks what I say, may their entire family perish," Dong Qiu coldly declared, allowing Pa Shan to grab him by the collar.

Pa Shan instantly understood that Dong Qiu feared these people might spread the word, bringing disaster upon his family.

"Would you trust our oaths?" Shale sneered.

"I don’t trust you, but I trust Kun Sha," Dong Qiu replied, looking at Kun Sha.

"Fine, I swear I’ll keep your secret and protect your family. If anyone leaks this, I’ll personally take their head," Kun Sha vowed solemnly.

After Kun Sha swore, Dong Qiu finally began to reveal all the underlying causes.

In recent years, Tyrone City has been consumed by internal strife, having replaced five City Lords over seven years. Its economic strength and power are far from what they once were. While still one of the five major cities in name, the truth is, Tyrone City hardly deserves that title now, lagging behind some smaller but powerful cities of the Southern Cross Federation.

Tyrone City is on the brink of bankruptcy, the debts of the City Lord are so immense that even selling the entire City Lord’s Mansion wouldn’t suffice to pay them off.

Zheng De fears that if others discover the extent of his debt, they will band together to overthrow him. So, he plans to preemptively eliminate any threatening noble families and seize their wealth to repay his debts.

Kun Sha, the premier Magic Armor Master in Tyrone City, is ostensibly his ally, yet maintains a neutral stance, much to Zheng De’s displeasure.

Moreover, Kun Sha has too much prestige and camaraderie among the Magic Armor Masters, and Zheng De fears he might eventually usurp his position; after all, such events are commonplace in Tyrone City. Thus, he conspired with the Lord of Guyue City to orchestrate this elaborate scheme.

The aim was to eliminate Kun Sha, and naturally, those close to him, like Li Xiu and Pa Shan, had to be dealt with too.

Shale was merely a pawn used by Zheng De, who never trusted him, so Shale was completely in the dark about all this.

Zheng De even secretly set up a betting ring, wagering on Kun Sha’s team to lose.

People of Tyrone City, drawn by Kun Sha’s reputation, mostly bet on his team to win, allowing Zheng De to amass considerable wealth.

"Are you making up stories? Who could force the City Lord of Tyrone City, one of the most powerful five in the Southern Cross Federation, into such a corner?" Shale didn’t believe a word of it.

"Eternal Heaven," was all Dong Qiu needed to say to silence Shale.