"No. 5 is too powerful! This is a skill that only professional players dare to do! She rushed over!"
The male commentator's tone was filled with disbelief and admiration, his voice echoing through the stadium. The crowd buzzed with excitement and anticipation.
No. 3 and No. 4 were equally astonished. They could only watch as Kendall's car disappeared in the rearview mirror, her taillights glowing like a beacon of defiance. The staff swiftly escorted them off the track, their disqualification inevitable.
In the packed auditorium, whispers and murmurs began to circulate among the spectators. Many had started to piece together the underlying plot of the race.
"Tonight's game seems suspicious. Are these men deliberately targeting a woman?" a concerned spectator wondered aloud.
