Song Wei squinted his eyes upon hearing, "Since he's so aggressive, wouldn't it be more in his nature to just stay home? Why does he still come to the Imperial College?"
"That, I am not sure about."
As the two spoke, they walked forward.
Soon, they saw the scene that Wen Wan had anticipated—
Five or six lackeys surrounded a luxuriously dressed youth, who had a new entrant into the college pinned to the ground. The youth extended a foot and mercilessly stepped on the back of the student's hand, grinding it as if scrubbing off mud.
There was a bit of mud on his deer leather boots. He looked down at the student with an arrogant and mocking gaze, "Lick the mud off my boots, and I'll let you go."
Throughout the entire Imperial College, only this rebellious scion refused to wear the uniform. From afar, even without seeing his face, one could identify him.
