"Ah..." Ye Chen was taken aback, but he disdainfully glanced at the traffic cop and said, "Damn, you ride a motorcycle that's actually blocking your path, what the hell are you acting tough for?"
The traffic cop was stunned, thinking, damn, you kid dared to curse at me, you're tough. Immediately, the cop wrote a ticket for the BMW and then called a tow truck through his walkie-talkie. Ye Chen's lips curled slightly with a hint of a smile, internally saying, sorry Bufan, I didn't want this to happen.
Soon, a tow truck arrived at the scene, locked the front wheels of the BMW, lifted it with a crossbar, and slowly moved forward. The cop gave Ye Chen a fierce glare and angrily said, "Hmph, wait for a trip to the traffic police station to get your car back, if I don't rip you off, my last name isn't Liu!"
"What's so special about your last name?" Ye Chen curiously asked.
