They're all knocked to the ground by her.
Some of these people are holding their legs, some are covering their arms, and others are covering their noses and eyes, or rubbing their bent legs, all wailing incessantly on the ground.
Lawrence Winters' face darkened, his gaze sharp as lightning, and he looked toward the people on the round high platform, coldly saying, "…Is this the attitude of your organizing committee? Can't solve the problem, so solve the people who point it out instead?"
Evan Stetford then walked over and said into the microphone in a calm voice, "What's going on down there? Our organizing committee did not instruct anyone to deal with this female contestant."
"If not you, then who?" Lawrence asked unceremoniously, stepping on the person who fell flat on their face, pointing at these people, "Four big men attacking a weak woman, do you have no shame?"
A weak woman fighting four men?
Everyone: …
