Therefore, just as the Member of Parliament said, the situation in the second half changed dramatically.
First, the Arsenal team's star player, a heroic striker being pursued by major powerhouses, broke through the encirclement of three Red Monkeys (Red Knights) and managed to shoot.
However, the Red Monkeys chasing from behind still made a foul play in a fit of pique, directly crashing into the opponent with a dive-bombing motion.
The ball went in, but the cheers of the spectators in the stands instantly turned into gasps of alarm.
The Arsenal striker, who was sneak-attacked from behind, was completely slammed in the back by the defending opponent.
His body curved unnaturally, and he crashed directly to the ground, fainting on the spot.
It was later announced that he had suffered severe injuries and multiple fractures, making him unable to continue the match.
However, the attacker only received a light yellow card.
The Arsenal team, which had already been furious in the first half due to the opponent's various borderline fouls and the referee's double standards, completely exploded.
Since the opponents were there to fight, not to play, why should we humans fear a bunch of Red Monkeys?
Three minutes later, an "accidental collision" by an Arsenal player sent a Red Monkey (Red Knight), along with his ball and glider, crashing into the stands.
Fortunately, that was the away team's fan section; otherwise, this unlucky player might not have come out in one piece.
The birdman referee unhesitatingly issued a red card.
However, just as he raised the red card, he was hit in the back of the head by a full soda can.
The head referee fainted on the spot, and the stadium immediately fell into a panic, forcing the match to be temporarily suspended.
However, because the cameras were busy filming the situation inside the stadium, they failed to notice where the soda can came from.
A player? Unlikely. Would a player bring a soda can onto the field?
Other staff members? Even less likely.
Even if the workplace society was so cruel that they wanted to retaliate, wouldn't it be better to wait until the person got off work, put a sack over their head, and throw them in the river? What kind of ghost is this in broad daylight?
...The fans in the stands? They are the most suspicious.
However, a rough estimate shows that the fan stands are at least a hundred meters away from the referee's position.
Throwing a soda can from there? And hitting accurately?
The cameras on site focused on the stands in that direction and scanned around, naturally only seeing a group of Arsenal fans cursing loudly and making various vulgar provocative gestures, among whom a pretty young girl was particularly noticeable.
It wasn't because she was beautiful, but because she stood in the middle of a large group of burly men and didn't look out of place at all.
Right now, she was standing on a man's shoulders, giving two middle fingers towards the opposing team's fans.
"F*** your f***ing Red Monkeys! Go f*** yourselves with bananas! And that birdman f***er, go roll into your f***ing bird's nest and lick f***ing!" the young girl roared loudly.
The surrounding strong men cheered loudly, their eyes, wide as copper bells, seemed to spew fire, each like warriors spurred to action by their queen's speech, ready to rush over and flatten their enemies into pancakes.
Hmm, everyone is so energetic!
In short, after the match was suspended for ten minutes, a substitute referee, a short Endorean, came onto the field.
Besides wearing a glider, he also wore a military helmet and a protective vest.
However, even this Endorean was no more impartial than the birdman who had been carried off; he was just more careful and discreet.
Another ten minutes passed, and the Arsenal team's score was tied, with two players sent off.
It was only at this point that these hot-blooded young players finally came to their senses under the coach's scolding.
The coach, also young but relatively composed, began to deploy his forces, bringing on defensive players, hoping to secure a draw.
Everyone was united, determined to defend the goal to the death.
Getting their heads broken but not leaving the front lines, raising their heads to block shots, and chasing the ball even when cramping—all these tragic scenes on the sports field occurred in the last half hour.
The fans were on the verge of tears.
The girl, even more so, was crying her heart out.
Yu Lian was also very excited, thinking that perhaps the Arsenal team's spirit in the future was established during this "ancient era" match.
He also wanted to watch the match, but at this moment, he still couldn't be distracted; he had to continue observing his target.
"You see, this is the Present situation. We are, in fact, isolated across the All-Galaxy; it's like this in every field."
"...So, the Central Government takes that stance, acting a bit weak, so they can be accepted by other countries?"
"Yes! What a pity, so naive, so naive it makes me want to laugh.
Our Grand President now acts like an apprentice in front of the Alliance Grand President, and like a servant in front of the Imperial Chancellor, even though he used to be Marshal Li's secretary.
And our Nishita Chairman, known for his toughness, ha ha, is regarded as hope by so many people, but why does he want to marry a girl from the Alliance's Belmond family?"
The Belmond family is a powerful political and business family in the Alliance.
Additionally, there are rumors that they are a member of the powerful families that rule the Alliance from behind the scenes... Of course, rumors are just rumors.
The Alliance is also a Republic, a beacon of All-Galaxy freedom and civilization.
"The fundamental reason is that we are strong, but not too strong," the Member of Parliament added.
If it weren't for the matter of their differing stances, Yu Lian would have wanted to consider the Member of Parliament his confidant.
"This match. We are destined to lose.
The All-Galaxy wants us to lose, and in fact, we also want us to lose," the Member of Parliament continued.
"..."
"Yes, I'm one of them. I bet 1 million on us losing. And, if the Arsenal team loses, won't that make this fire burn even more fiercely?"
Chancellor Vincent was silent for a few seconds, then laughed instead of getting angry: "...Heh, thinking about it now, dying in New Paris back then would have been cleaner."
"But you didn't die. So you can only continue, walking alongside people like me... However, my advice is for you to leave now.
There will likely be a large-scale riot in a while, and if you want to leave, it won't be easy then."
The Member of Parliament looked deeply at him and said, "I'll be waiting for your good news at the banquet."
Chancellor Vincent nodded, then looked at the Arsenal players, who were almost all huddled in front of their own goal, fighting with their backs to the wall, stood up, and prepared to leave.
Yu Lian also began to pack his things, only letting the drone's probe continue to follow the Chancellor and his two subordinates closely.
But at this moment, it seemed too late to leave.
A Red Monkey (Red Knight) softly fell near the penalty area.
At this time, the closest Arsenal player was still half a meter away from him.
However, the sharp-eyed Endorean acting referee had already rushed to the scene with a perfect glide, calling a penalty.
The players went crazy, rushing up to argue, but the short referee had already flown out of the circle.
The fans also went crazy, pushing and shoving, trying to rush onto the field.
A considerable number of fans also began to charge the Vigilance line set up by the security robots, attempting to attack the away fans there.
The robots were at a loss; their programmed orders were only to separate the two sets of fans, not to attack them.
The Arsenal team faced the fate of being defeated at the last moment.
The young players were also exhausted at this point.
More importantly, that united spirit had just been deflated.
They were angry, confused, and even desperate, looking around helplessly, some even crying with red eyes.
But at this moment, a loud noise came from the stands.
Everyone looked closely and saw that it was a security robot the size of a beverage vending machine, pushed over by angry fans.
In this way, the security line was breached.
A bloody conflict between the two sets of fans was almost inevitable.
"Warning! Warning! Fans, please remain calm! Warning, you have violated three public order management laws and two public property damage laws! Please remain calm!
The Mist Capital Police Department reminds everyone, there are thousands of paths in life, but only one path of crime.
Going to prison is not feasible; being safe and sound is the true way.
Don't make your mothers, wives, and children back home cry! Ah ga..." The robot's voice abruptly stopped, as a fan had inserted an iron rod into its speaker.
The stadium was already a frenzy, and the clamor outside the stadium was even more deafening.
Clearly, the fans outside who couldn't get tickets had also started rioting.
Amidst those sounds, police sirens could vaguely be heard.
Chancellor Vincent, who had just reached the outer passage, stared blankly at this scene until his secretary and bodyguard quietly reminded him.
"General, we must go."
Chancellor Vincent pulled his overcoat tighter and quickly strode forward.
Although his hair was gray, his figure was as agile as a twenty-year-old.
Meanwhile, Yu Lian, who had put all his equipment into his backpack, had already pulled up his hood and put on his goggles and windproof mask.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard another commotion from outside the stadium, followed by an immediate silence.
Yu Lian paused for a moment, quickly scanning the live stadium feed from the probe.
The team's young captain, the star striker who had been almost crippled by a malicious foul in the first half, had somehow appeared on the sidelines, leaning on a walking aid, vigorously waving his arms at the fans, signaling for everyone to calm down.
His exaggerated movements alone made him look like an awkward clown, but his single action brought a moment of quiet to a stadium of hundreds of thousands of people.
"We haven't lost yet!" he roared at everyone with all his might.
His handsome face was contorted, and his facial features seemed to have changed shape.
The fans fell silent, shed tears, and sang the team anthem loudly with red eyes.
The Red Monkeys looked at each other.
They were not afraid of the boos and threats; since they had already lost face, they naturally wouldn't worry about anything else.
However, amidst the fans' collective shouts, they began to waver.
The short Endorean referee had already retreated behind the dugout on the sidelines, waiting for the match to end.
I've staked my entire career; this is all I can do for you.
...Then, under the pressure of the singing, the Red Monkeys' penalty kick was so limp, like a birdman whose erectile tissue had been removed, that it hit directly off the goalpost.
The fans cheered, never having been so proud.
Member of Parliament Apwood, hiding in the cheering crowd, was somewhat surprised and stunned, quickly lowering his face to hide his gloomy expression.
"Counterattack! We haven't lost yet! We can win!" the young captain shouted from the sidelines.
The defender quickly passed the ball to his teammate.
Logically, his teammate was already exhausted, and at this moment, he should have stalled for more time.
However, looking at the confused eyes of the Red Monkeys opposite, seeing his teammates energized as if they'd been injected with chicken blood, and seeing the captain clenching his fists on the sidelines, he suddenly realized that they really could win!
There were still two minutes left in the match, and with the momentum shifting, it was the perfect time to attack!
Yu Lian smiled, listening to the news from the field through his earpiece, while he had already made a nimble leap, leaving the rooftop and landing on a suspended advertising screen.
The advertising screen didn't even realize someone was on its head and continued moving forward.
Then, as it passed an intersection, Yu Lian leaped again, landing on a horizontally moving airship.
In just a few moves, he was only a few hundred meters from the Lightyear Stadium.
Behind him, two self-governing security drones, as large as eagles, had already noticed this and quickly flew over.
"Warning! Warning! Citizen, you have violated two public order management laws and one public property damage law.
You are currently performing dangerous actions; please do not gamble with your life, absolutely do not..."
Yu Lian pretended not to hear, continuing forward while quickly scanning the nearby map.
Regardless of whether the fans rioted or celebrated afterward, all main intersections would inevitably be impassable.
Vincent, however, had to quickly return to the hotel to host the charity banquet at eight o'clock, so he would definitely take this route!
Alright, I'll wait for him there!
It's five to six in the afternoon; the sky is darkening, making it the perfect time to attack!
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