On the street, a cool assembled motorcycle passed by like the wind. The young man on the car had an uninhibited smile on his face and waved to the traffic policeman on the roadside: "Hello, uncle traffic police~"
This frivolous greeting instantly ignited the serious anger of the traffic policeman. Unlicensed car, illegal modification, and dare to openly provoke?
With serious brows furrowed and veins popping out, he turned around and mounted the police motorcycle, determined to teach this arrogant little gangster a lesson.
"Brother, I was wrong, don't chase me! I'll make a sticker when I get back. I love you~" The young man accelerated and shouted back with a playful smile.
"Ticket." He responded solemnly and coldly, his voice as solid as iron.
"Oh, brother, I'm leaving as soon as I leave, so I don't need you to write an order for me. You'll see more people." The young man was still reluctant, his tone full of ridicule.
He rubbed his temples that were throbbing seriously, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Don't get too close. Either take the ticket away, or come with me."
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A few months later, I looked at the haunting little gangster in front of me with a serious headache - and his still cool motorcycle.
"Give you three seconds, get this car away from me, or you'll take away all the tickets I issued here!" Serious said in a stern tone, but couldn't hide the helplessness in his eyes.
The young man blinked and smiled slyly: "Brother, do you want any money? Can you use me to offset it?"
Intention: There is a ticket waiting to be signed