The game result

"Larry on the wing, he handled the ball pretty well, now passing to Hawkins, Hawkins, peeking around, finding space, he's double teamed,King's waving at him, can he find the room?! oh,no he stumbled, ball's stolen, now Brown's pushing forward, he has some skills, now passing to the right wing, ball's stolen again by Larry, penetrating deep forward, looking for someone, can he nail it,now passing to King, he uses his head, goal!!!!! what a header! 8 mins into the third quarter , the Rangers final get one goal back,3-1, can they deliver more?!"

The broadcast went on, and the goal delivered by Mountain King boiled the crowd, making the the bullish bray and bearish swear, among the crowd stood Guang and the other two men,either mentally or physically deformed.

"Hooray! " exclaimed Lin

"oops, 3-1? that early?" murmured O'Yang, his confidence weighed down a bit

"why? it's 3-1 now, you are pretty right on that" echoed Lin

"you brainless imbecile! did you see the clock? it's only coming to the middle of the third quarter, can they remain like that? fat chance!"said Guang with contempt

"Come on! We are almost there, why don't we just forget this game in a while get the foek out here, grab some food maybe, there's nothing we can do here!not even a diddly, why don't we leave it in the lap of the bog" said O'Yang and he is eking out a smile on his face

"so now you are suddenly Mr chill!huh? Stay here and watch the game!" said Guang quite sternly

"so tell me, how much you bet on it"

"One thousand on 3-1, thanks to your advice" his tone was terrible

"thanks Bog!" he was relieved

"what?!" asked Guang

"no,no, i mean that will make four thousand and 3 hundred if you win"

"yes, if we win" replied Guang

"that's a lora money, we can use these money to have a blast tonight" echoed Lin

"shut your mouth and watch the game" Guang shouted.

Nothings happened at the third quarter, the score remained at 3-1, which cheered O'Yang up a bit. Meanwhile, some of the bullish gambler were so frustrated about the current score that they joined the bearish side to leverage the things up, hoping to walk out tonight at least as a "break-even" man

Nothing happened still at the early stage of the forth quarter, the bullish side was obviously outnumbered by the bearish side. The former shouting and booing turned to a massive silence, until a part of the bearish crowd broke out from their pack, and joined the bullish side. The shouting and booing continued.

"Mountain King penetrates into the area, a nice fade away, then passing to Jim Rotten, He is well-guarded. can he deliver? Astonishing goal!!!!" the commentator went insane and crowd was boiled again.

"no way!" exclaimed O'Yang

"My prediction can't be wrong!" he continued

"it seems like 3-1 is not the end" remarked Guang

"wait! The robot referees are having a conversation, they want to play the VAR.....Oh, no, Jim Rotten is just centimeters offside, i think he should consider a hair cut, the home supporters are obviously unhappy with the charge, booing and hissing are all over the court"

"who's kidding who,huh? I told you it's gonna stay that way til the end, Guang, you should have some faith" said O'Yang the smile grow back on his cheek

Guang didn't say a word, quite like statue;in the mean time, a rather nasty fight was on the spot right behind them. A stupid man said pretty much the same thing to the bullish crowd, and that ended up as a team fighting.

...

The broadcast went on still

"i know you might think the game is over, Ryan,but i couldn't see any sign of giving up on them, they are moving well, passing well, and still competing, as long as this spirit is there, anything can happen in the last few minutes" commented that Goodluk guy

"bullshit, you stupid piece of shit still trynna fool us you bastard, i bet a hundred rubee that someone will rape your foekken wife and make you watching" insulting language flew all over the plaza.

"i am afraid it's just too late for the Rangers, but let's see, hope this judge won't dampen their good spirit... we now come to a time out....." remarked that Oberon guy

Then a colossal oval-shaped construction went onto the screen, which was latest advertisement of "Carpe Diem Corps" promoting their about to be finished the world's largest amusement park, the guy in that commercial was the builder himself "Edward the Etheling" also the president of "Carpe Diem " who

came up with a slogan and played that over and over again on every national screen possible "One day in the Frolic, come out a froliker man!" At moment, the partly-tanned workers were still slogging their guts out unveiling its facade, all day and all night.

The night finally comes down, and the lost souls begin to move about.Some blocks away from the "Moby-dick plaza" out of "Luftmense", a perpetually disagreeable smell, mildewy and cheap perfumed alike,sneaked in and seeped through the mean streets, and into everyone's nostril. Beside a lousy movie theatre, a eunuch and bearded women were engaged in a rather hilarious fight. They were slapping and kicking each other while being both chained to the bumper of two luxurious limousines.Somewhere down the dark alley a silent crime was taken by a slimy little man who talked his girl into abortion by giving facts about his substance abuse, and that exquisitely-chosen phrase "Substance Abuse" did make her believe his lying. And if one were truly plastered and tripping, he might even spot a faceless black robe wielding a silver scythe against the back of an utter stranger, who was pacing in his narrow parlor,mumbling about his impending debt.

In essence, they have all erred and were deceived by someone else.

As for the rich nobles and those who sit in the fancy limousine, everything suddenly turns to the brighter side. During the day, most of them lived an invisible modern-day zeppelin, ten thousand feet above the ground, but they somehow managed to spend their time, working for a robot company. And when the night falls, they all turned into some good-time charlies who barely need sleep, dwelling in some premier night clubs, those with the most illustrious facades, bragging about their made-up heroic deeds and filtering with the girls. The naughty flamboyant language they used and the poshy accent they wore can easily talk a man to do whatever at their pleases. Say if a wretched man approached them asking for a favor,they would shut his mouth by simple saying something like" i probably would call it a rain check" with a touch of magic in their voice.And at the mere sight of the immobilized muscle fiber around their shuttered eyes, a sudden inability of speech will definitely strike the poor man, paralyzing his jaws and tongue on the spot, til that throbbing blood in his vein becomes stagnant, and the air around him lose all its sparkles.

And when those men talks to each others, it suddenly turned into the most repulsive acoustic poison that would simply shock anyone in their vicinity. Like those bartender kept hearing on their colorful tables "We ought to mobilize all our pathetic wisdom to work out a less wiser dude and victimize him until he did the same thing to another dude"

But their lives weren't utterly wholesome either, at least literally.So dawn breaks and eventually they left the bars but barely can they see their hands held out before their eyes,pretty much like everyone else did.Thousands feet above them were clouds of war gathering across the shrouded skies, and behind the backdrop of which stand the Barons and the Princes of Ibbarians and their Aces in armoured fist, holding up this crumbling prison of the truth which they resist while waging a war against the Lyrans.

While the willing flame of apathy Is fanned in many homes, those independent voices harbored in every human inhabitants on planet Nova Solis are speaking in incredibly harmonizing tones. For the moment they find they can never feed the fortunes of a man they've never seen, the time shall come to beat their ploughs in to a war machine too.

But this time, they are merely the sleepers, a rather odd state that one can compare to suspended animation— though certainly not living — just as certainly not dead.

Guang in fact had bet a million rubbee on this game, and that's the profit he made last year on pottery production. He knows from the bottom of his heart that this money will be good for nothing if he stick to his pottery career, but he had already made up his mind to take some big moves against the butcher's empire. Pottery, of course, is one thing, and that's the reason why kept his kiln running. But revolution is another things, which is in fact very costly , the leader of the east end also his deadly childhood rival but now his most reliable comrade , Flash Raymond, had already accomplished something on Solis territory by sabotaging some of their key facilities,of what turned him into a dangerous outlaw. However, his operation dreadfully needs funds and Guang was the one that made it possible.

To most humans, it was the evil capitalists and their beloved bedfellow the entertainment business that lead people utterly stray. But to very the few of them, it was always those invariably invisible parasite-like Ibbarians, whom Guang deemed as the most venomous and pretentious slimy creatures that depend on the capricious water-like human beings to drop a fine line between supremacy and inferiority, thus further waxing their caps while waning our collars, and he did believe that these creatures shall reveal their true colors immediately if standing before a higher level species like the Lyrans.

He also firmly believe that under their harmless and no-wise different looks beat the hearts of the most infinite ambitions, and a few inch down, a bellyful of evil schemes and cunning lies were nurturing. To his dismay, their wicked,twisted,and almost subversive ethos has already sneaked into everyone's good nature, and they had indeed molded humans the way they want by executing one's soul and leaving him merely his spirit.

Back to the Moby-Dick plaza, Guang was still keeping his chin up watching the game. He knew that the only way to outwit the rest is to know the result beforehand, which he really did by paying a secret phone call to the notorious Zhang Bros who basically knew every nasty insights about sports games. The calm and confident look on Guang's face is in good contrast to Lin who was absurdly anxious and biting his lips from time to time.

The broadcast went on

"we're stepping into the final minutes, the rangers still down by 2........now Rotten's breaking through, he's looking pretty tired, can he pull it through, and finally, the goal!!!!!! 2-3! with 30 seconds left......and here is the final whistle"

And the potter just turned that one million to 8.5 million. After all, he never fought a losing battle.