"No, no. The champion is mine. None of you can take this trophy away." Feng Jianing hugged the trophy tightly and kept retreating.
Angus was a little impatient. He walked towards her and prepared to snatch the trophy back. Although it was only the preliminary round, the champion wasn't someone Feng Jianing could bear.
"Miss Feng, please face the truth. Everyone has to pay the price for their actions, even if you're Feng Yiru's niece. Give me the trophy." As he spoke, Angus reached out to snatch the trophy.
"No, this is my trophy!" Feng Jianing hugged the trophy and refused to let go. Even if she died today, she wouldn't hand the trophy over. How could she return it to them?
"Miss Feng Jianing, you're no longer the champion. It doesn't belong to you," Angus said coldly.
"Ah!" Suddenly, Feng Jianing stepped back and missed a step. She lost her center of gravity and fell off the stage.
