As Jiang Chen came closer, some people in the square noticed him.
The formal disciples looked weird. It seemed like they were afraid of him. Most of the disciples had been laughing at Jiang Chen behind his back. Only few had the nerve to provoke him face to face.
The disciples of the east courtyard could still recall the day when Su Li had been beaten up.
The short-term disciple also reacted strangely. He had apparently recognized Jiang Chen. His hands were gripping the broom tightly. The veins on them had popped out.
"You won't allow him to take part in the competition?" Jiang Chen went straight to the point.
"He… he hasn't finished his task yet." A bully is always a coward. The leader of those formal disciples had intended to show he wasn't afraid of Jiang Chen, but his tone had sold him out.
"Sweeping? If you keep talking bullsh*t like this, I'll use you as a broom!" Jiang Chen shouted.
"What? How dare you!" The formal disciples were irritated by him.
"See there?"