Soon, the three sets of matches concluded, leaving only the final group stage.
As the camera switched, it scanned over the four motorcyclists poised for action.
When one particular figure came into view, John's usually icy gaze faltered for a moment.
Frank stared at the names of the participants above, his thoughts filled with doubts.
Is the third one that Red Rose?
Her physique seemed quite impressive, but compared to the several burly contestants beside her, she appeared lacking in strength. How could John have chosen her?
Could it be that John has also become shallow, picking based on figure alone?!
At this moment, a gunshot from the referees on the field resounded.
The four motorcycles on the field shot forward like arrows released from a bow.
This was the last spot for the ch
