Upon seeing Zhang San enter the field, everyone began to feel uneasy.
At this moment, those nobles who had placed bets were genuinely worried that Zhang San would affect the game, especially since he had killed the Grand Preceptor on his first day at the Imperial College!
In particular, Preceptor Situ, when he thought of the Grand Preceptor's head rolling to his feet, felt his own feet ache as if afflicted by athlete's foot.
And at this moment, Han Baiwen's face was pale as well.
Brother San, just thrash them hard, but please don't kill anyone!
Although Han Baiwen wished those troublesome nobles would lose this round.
But their losing and someone dying on his polo field were completely different concepts!
At this moment, Zhang San, mounted on his horse and shaking the polo mallet in his hand, smiled at everyone watching the game.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today the Imperial College hosts this polo match here!"
"Not for victory or defeat! Not for glory or disgrace!"
