Malicious tripping incidents had happened before, only not everyone would be held accountable for them.
Jiang Beiyu looked at his contestant number 19 with full anticipation, seemingly convinced of his chances of winning.
He watched as the driver of car number 19 climbed into the vehicle, such a fragile little guy.
Jiang Beiyu tapped his fingers on the chair.
The race began.
Contestant number 12 took the lead, closely followed by two or three cars nipping at his heels, including the number 8 driver backed by He Jingchuan. As for Jiang Beiyu's favored number 19, he was currently in a mid-tier position.
Jiang Beiyu glanced over lazily, and He Jingchuan also took a look, "Hey, your number 19 is quite average."
However, the guy only heard the first half, "Hmm, my number 19."
He Jingchuan: "..."
Can't feel comfortable without stirring up some drama for the day, can you?
"Young Master Jiang," Mr. Qin also chimed in, "Your judgment doesn't seem too sharp."
