The players ran, collided, passed, and intercepted on the field, each attack and interception filled with tension and excitement. Outside the field, whether ordinary tribesmen or the Nix upper echelon and VIPs in the stands were captivated by the players' brilliant performances, cheers and shouts arose one after another, like a roaring furnace on the edge of a pot, making the game boil.
Only Maximus's mind was not on the match in front of him. While the tribesmen enjoyed their leisure, he was still busy with tribal matters, having his attendant call for Karsipengpas and the pirate chiefs he brought along.
Although Maximus was only twenty-six years old, he had been leading the Nix Tribe for many years, bringing with him a natural sense of authority. Coupled with the powerful and imposing trusted aides surrounding him, the rebellious pirate chiefs, who roamed the Mediterranean, were so nervous that they didn't dare speak.
