They had all seen Jiang Zeyu's fighting strength. He was an absolute beast when fighting that he could knock them all down.
If Jiang Zeyu really made a move, they really wouldn't be able to stop him.
Someone silently counted the number of people at the scene and came to a conclusion.
They did not have enough people.
Jiang Zeyu could take on ten people by himself and there were only five people here today.
Someone mocked, "Pretty, you can't win so you want your boyfriend to fight us and shut everyone up? Why are we measuring our abilities through fighting? This is a racing club! If you want to compete, then race!"
"That's right, pretty. What's there to like about a fighter? Come to Big Brother. Big Brother will dote on you."
The few of them laughed sarcastically again.
The impatience on Jiang Yu's face grew stronger.
She said coldly, "Who said he would be doing the fighting? I'm talking about me."
