Finally, it was matchday.
The sun rose on the horizon, marking a new day. The night dew clung to the roof, the ground was wet, and a cold wind blew gently against the face of the early riser.
But for the people of the lower district, today was a day that might decide their future.
While every other district struggled to rise to its feet, yawning and complaining, both the Blood River Gang and the Black Spider Gang had already begun to mobilize their people. Those living in their territories were awakened.
Clothes bearing the colors of each gang were distributed to the people. Many were curious and confused.
This was the first time the gangs would give them something free of charge. Many couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.
Yet, under the glare and encouragement from the gangs, everyone accepted the clothes as they accepted their fate.
Every able-bodied person in the lower district was almost recruited to come and watch the match.
