Fantasy Football-Chapter 36: Shomolu’s Godfather 2.

Don ID kept staring at Mystic with a small smile after hearing his reply; the more he listened, the more impressed he felt by Mystic’s convictions.

However, while the Don felt good about it, the guard he’d brought did not.

“How dare you reject the Don’s offer? When the Godfather makes an offer, it’s not a suggestion, you have only one choice: accept—or accept,” the guard snapped, rising from his seat and started walking toward Mystic in an oppressive manner.

Viper stood up immediately and stepped into his path.

“Don’t even think about it,” Viper said, locking eyes with the bulky enforcer of the Don. Despite the size difference, he didn’t budge; when it came to backing Mystic, he wasn’t taking a step back.

Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be his fight, but he felt partly responsible for what was happening, and deeply invested in what Mystic was building.

He felt responsible because he was the one who brought Don ID to Mystic, the Don had mentioned his interest in investing in the club, which excited Viper after he had been called because he knew well the behaviour of Don ID towards the clubs in the shomolu area, and he’d called old man Alfred to share the news with him instantly.

Alfred had been hesitant after Don ID had been mentioned, but after they spoke, he later decided to bring the Don to Mystic anyway, as he felt there was no harm in a conversation.

Even so, he was stunned when Mystic rejected ten million Alliance credits, he knew that Mystic’s inheritance would be dropping low after he started to run the club with his own money and no investors, so he hadn’t expected Mystic’s answer he had even expected him to show some type of hesitation; and that is what shocked him most, the fact that there was the lack of hesitation on Mystic’s face.

“O’Neal.” Don ID raised his right hand, as the guard froze at once, the Don never even broke eye contact with Mystic, which just showed how much control he wielded over his guard.

“I’ve heard you,” Don ID said.

“It sounds far-fetched to push this team to Silver on your own, given your current finances, its like a dream without a chance to materialize, if you ask me. And yet... I can’t help being interested.”

“That’s the thing about me—I’m very interested in what you’ve got going on here, best believe you’ve got yourself a minor fan. I’ll be watching your team’s progress, and I’ll be waiting for your next match at the underground stadium,” Don ID said, rising to leave, his calmness about everything that had happened today left Viper stunned.

“Oh, and before I go, if in the future you feel your plan isn’t working and you need the helping hand I offered, know that my deal still stands, but this time, I want 60% ownership of your club.” Don ID smiled as if joking, but even Mystic could tell the Don was trying to box him in with charisma and a little pressure, an unspoken warning that accepting now might be wiser, because if Mystic ever came begging later, the Don wouldn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into the club.

“I doubt that will happen, Don,” Mystic replied humbly.

Despite his resolve and his anger about how ID was talking down on his goals, he wasn’t about to provoke a Don. He was, after all, just an eighteen-year-old club owner, who is coaching players his own age , though he knew it might look childish from the outside to many but anyone who met him in person and really knew him would do well not to underestimate him.

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Eventually, Mystic escorted the Don to his car and wished him farewell, then returned to drilling his players into shape after they seemed to have received extra energy after taking water.

The Street Championship would start soon. Luckily, his uncle still had a few connections; after paying the right people, Mystic was lucky to secure a proper slot without having to play in the preliminaries; he had done this to have more time to prepare his team.

With two weeks left, Mystic arranged two more underground matches, on top of their once-a-week simulation match in the pod room.

The first simulation ended 0–0 after Mystic raised the difficulty again, and the second finished 1–0, with Jezzy Vingz scoring a beautiful golazo from outside the box after they got used to the difficulty of the match.

In their first underground match, they faced a team that played tiki-taka.

It unsettled them for a few minutes as they were toyed with and couldn’t wrestle possession from their hands; however, Jezzy Vingz swiftly rose to the occasion and started reading their pattern.

After that, he began breaking their moves before they crossed midfield, sending long-range passes straight to the wings, and they took advantage of this opening to score two quick goals, with Mojo dictating the play both times.

When the first long-range ball reached him, he chested it and lofted an early ball into the penalty area, where Tasty was already making his run towards; though the keeper did rush out to stop him, but Tasty calmly chipped it over the onrushing keeper’s reach.

Composed, calm, and collected, he slid toward the corner stand to celebrate his goal, before saluting to the crowd of wild fans, as the whole stadium celebrated his beautiful goal.

The second ball arrived onto Mojo’s boot; this time he didn’t even bother to pass, as he cut inside onto his right before firing a curler that swerved in mid-air.

The keeper stretched, and was lucky to get his fingertips to it, and the ball crashed against the post and bounced back into play, unfortunately for the keeper his efforts went in vain when Tasty became the first player to reach and tap it in.

And again he hit his sliding celebration again towards the corner flag position; by the time the 45 minutes were up, the Dark Elites were no longer strangers to the underground crowd, who cheered loudly for the team, especially Tasty, who had cemented himself in their hearts as a calm and effective striker.

Just like that, the Dark Elites were gaining their first real fans without even realizing it.

The second game was much tougher, as the Don had took it upon himself to arrange a stronger side to test their resolve after watching how easily they won the last match, to him underground games aren’t meant to be easy or to hand one team a lopsided edge as that would hurt the house’s betting, but even so, it has ended 3–2 to the Dark Elites, who were growing steadily.

The goals came from Mojo first, then the other team equalised; then Bhola put them back in the lead, but it didn’t take long to be level again, and the last goal came from Tasty, who slammed a volley into the net in the dying minute of the match.

That brought the Dark Elitez’ winning run in the underground to three matches; the whole stadium was shaking, as dying-minutes goals like that have a certain way of riling up the fans.

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Right now, Mystic was reviewing his players’ improvements before they participated in their first official tournament.