After Becoming the Vicious Supporting Female Character, I Snatched the Group Pet Script

Jing Li died and transmigrated into an entertainment industry group pet novel, becoming the vicious supporting female character whose position was usurped by the fake rich daughter.

The wealt...

Chapter 21 I said I wouldn't lose

There are quite a few people here today, nearly 50 people in total from both sides.

Jing Li is a public figure. If she loses and actually performs that so-called striptease, will she still be able to work in the entertainment industry for the rest of her life?

Heng Yan and Xue Xuran frowned. If she lost, it would be a slap in the face to Brother Mo.

It wasn't that they looked down on Jing Li, but they knew better than anyone how skilled Xiao Qi was. Even they themselves might not be able to win a complete victory, let alone a woman who had never even touched a car before.

"Isn't this bullying? What level is Xiao Qi at? What level is she at? Even if she wins, it's an unfair victory."

"So, Xiao Qi, can you be any more despicable? Besides bullying women, what else can you do?"

"Exactly, to show fairness, shouldn't you also send a woman to fight?"

...

As soon as the two spoke, the people below echoed their sentiments.

"Alright, I'll send a woman to compete against her, the rules remain the same!"

With a sneer, Xiao Qi clapped his hands, and a female motorcyclist dressed in professional racing gear stepped out from the crowd.

Holy crap!

Damn, he could be even more shameless.

The people on Hengyan's side changed their expressions drastically. Damn, that woman is a professional-level player!

"Jingli..."

Qian Xuan tugged at her sleeve worriedly.

"It's alright, which car is yours?"

Jing Li smiled faintly and shook her head to indicate that she didn't care, then asked Xue Xuran.

It makes no difference to her who she compares herself to or how she compares herself to them.

"Are you crazy...? This woman is a professional driver who has participated in the Isle of Man TT!"

With a furrowed brow, Heng Yan spoke in a low voice.

"So what? I told you, I won't lose."

With a cold expression, Jing Li couldn't stand repetition.

"Arrogance and self-destruction!"

Shaking his head, Heng Yan's face was filled with disappointment. He tossed her the motorcycle keys and decided to stop meddling in other people's business.

"So...we're just going to leave it at that, bro!"

Xue Xuran was dumbfounded.

"What's it to you? It's none of your business. Maybe she's just eager to dance strippers to help her become famous?"

With a sneer, Heng Yan said disparagingly.

"So what if she dies? At worst, I'll jump in her place if she loses!"

Gritting his teeth, Xue Xuran took the knee pads, elbow pads, gloves, and other tools specially designed for traffic jams and walked towards Jing Li, giving her a series of instructions as he handed them over.

"That woman rides her bike very recklessly. You absolutely must not confront her head-on. Winning or losing doesn't matter, just make sure you're safe. This thing isn't like a race bike; if you crash, you might never come back!"

"Thank you, I will be careful."

Jing Li listened attentively to the other party's kind reminder and nodded with a slight smile.

After skillfully putting on her protective gear and helmet, she walked towards the bright red Ducati Desmosedici D16RRNCRM16.

This motorcycle is very beautiful, with smooth body lines and a main body made of titanium, which undoubtedly makes the frame look very gorgeous and elegant. The key is that this motorcycle has a powerful engine, giving it 225 horsepower.

It is the dream of many motorcycle enthusiasts, but its price of $300,000 makes it unattainable for most.

With a dashing strut, Jingli inserted the key, then revved the engine, closed her eyes to feel the roar of the engine, and maintained a pleasant smile on her face throughout, clearly in a very good mood.

"Do you need to familiarize yourself with the road conditions first, so that if we lose they won't say I'm bullying them?"

Xiao Qi's tone was full of disdain.

"Need not."

Jing Li waved her hand, indicating that they could start at any time; her voice was muffled because she was wearing a helmet.

"Jing Li, be careful..."

With a worried expression, Qian Xuan clasped her hands together and shouted.