The morning activities had just ended.
There was a bustling and restless noise coming from the direction of the sports field.
"It's not good, Tiemu Zha is here."
"It's over, Xiao Han is doomed."
"Xiao Han is definitely dead now."
Whispers could be heard amidst the crowd.
At the entrance to the sports field, a lot of people had gathered together. Tiemu Khan was walking over here with a bunch of his followers.
On the ground of the Finance Department, many people looked over curiously. Zhang Feng looked up, frowned, and then said, "That's odd, why are there so many people?"
"Who knows?" Xiao Han shook his head, his gaze lowered as he continued to fiddle with his fingers.
It hadn't been two minutes before Zhang Dagou came running over with a discus in his arms, in a rush.
"Xiao Han, it's bad," Zhang Dagou quickly said. "Tiemu Zha is here, that damn Tiemu Khan has brought his brother over. You better run."
"Run?" Xiao Han laughed when he heard this: "Why should I run?"
