Although they seemed inconspicuous, not long after entering the group of stewards, someone approached Ye Shan and Yang Chen.
Yang Chen naturally noticed the two people coming towards them and took a quick look, seeing a horse-faced man and an elder with a figure-eight mustache.
When these two people arrived, they both looked at Ye Shan with odd expressions, seemingly having some conflict with him.
Seeing the two coming, Ye Shan's expression immediately darkened, "Zhao Tong, Zhou Heng, what do you two want to do?"
The horse-faced man named Zhao Tong sneered and mocked, "Ye Shan, I'm surprised you still dare to participate in this steward competition. Well, I've been looking for a opponent to bully. Since you're here, I'll pick you. Haha, I hope you won't be too wimpy on stage later and won't even have a chance to fight back against me."
"Zhao Tong, don't be so aggressive. I've already endured you enough, do you really want to push me to death?" Ye Shan said fiercely.
