Cheering On the Boss

Actually, Lin Yan couldn't manage to understand the men's language fully due to their accent and dialect. However, she believed that she had translated the main gist of their words.

The man's green eyes shone with aloofness. "You want me to drive a bumper car?"

The leader with the short hair gritted his teeth. "Who are you? This… has nothing to do with you!"

One of his men hissed and snarled. "Don't go seeking trouble."

"Translate." The man with the green eyes glanced at Lin Yan.

Lin Yan nodded promptly. "They asked if you bought your driving license… Given your skills, how dare you drive on the road? It's a pity that the car can't speak. If it could…

Oh, yeah. The guy with the short hair mocked you for having a girl's strength. He said you are so fragile and weak… He wondered if your fists belong to a widow."