C162 Back Manipulation

Mo Fengya tapped his fingers on the white table in front of him, while his thin lips curled up in a faint ridicule.

"So what if she's an international professional racer? What if she doesn't even have a chance? Then on what basis do you think the Saionji is able to defeat us? "

Even if he didn't win the championship this time, he wouldn't allow those who provoked him to win