Chapter 226: Old habits die hard

While Ye Chen was soaking in the hot spring with his wife and Dong Dong Ruolin, Liu Ming, who had the words "Poor Loser" carved on his forehead, and his plastic-surgery-faced girlfriend with the crooked nose, were sitting in a dilapidated van, bumping all the way back to Jin Ling city.

Liu Ming, sitting in the car, kept covering his blood-stained forehead, afraid of being seen by the van driver.

He had hailed this van on the road leaving Champs-Élysées, and both sides had agreed on a price of 200 yuan to take him home, so he just wanted to get home quickly now and didn't want any complications.

However, the driver saw from the rearview mirror that Liu Ming's forehead was constantly oozing fresh blood.

He observed for a long time and couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Young man, are you injured?"

Liu Ming said unpleasantly, "It has nothing to do with you. Just drive your car well and cut the crap!"

The driver was a bit unhappy and said, "I'm just showing concern, aren't I? Besides, your forehead keeps oozing blood; don't get the interior seats of my car dirty!"

When Liu Ming heard this, he exploded instantly and blurted out, "Damn poor loser, your broken piece-of-trash Wuling Hongguang is only worth forty or fifty thousand yuan new, and you're still afraid I'll get your car dirty? You really are a poor loser!"

"Poor loser" had long since become Liu Ming's catchphrase. Even though the words "Poor Loser" had already been carved on his forehead, he couldn't change his habit for a while. This was why the ancestors said, "Rivers and mountains are easy to change, but old habits die hard!"

The driver didn't expect this guy to actually curse, so he got angry immediately and blurted out, "You are too ill-bred, aren't you? How can you speak so filthily?"

Liu Ming was annoyed to death. Seeing that he wouldn't let it go, he blurted out, "Grass, you poor loser, you're not convinced, are you? If you keep nagging at me, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The driver was relatively timid and afraid of trouble, so seeing Liu Ming being so aggressive, he didn't dare to say anything more.

The audio system of his van had been playing a martial arts audiobook, and the story had just entered a tense segment where the villain planned to use poisoned darts to assassinate the unsuspecting protagonist.

Hearing the tense part, the driver couldn't help but slap his thigh and lament, "Watch out for that bastard's sneak attack!"

Just as he was lamenting, in the audiobook, the protagonist turned around, discovered the villain's move, and then grabbed the dart the villain had secretly fired.

Subsequently, the protagonist threw the dart at the villain. The villain couldn't dodge in time, a large gash was cut on his face, and he died from the poison immediately after.

The driver echoed excitedly in a low voice, "Oh! Well done! That damn bastard should have died long ago!"

As soon as Liu Ming heard that a dart had cut a large gash on a face, he immediately felt as if his own face had been carved again. He gritted his teeth in anger and cursed, "Damn poor loser, hurry up and turn off this thing you're listening to!"

The driver was listening excitedly and said with dissatisfaction, "Why? This is my car! I listen to whatever I want!"

Liu Ming cursed in a rage, "You poor loser, you're still showing off to me, aren't you? If you don't turn that thing off, believe it or not, I'll make a call and have someone come and kill you? For a poor loser like you, no one would care if I killed you!"

The van driver was also furious at this moment. Just as he was driving through an intersection in the city center, seeing a traffic police car parked at the corner of the intersection on duty, he drove the car directly in front of the traffic police and stopped, then immediately pushed the door and got out, "Comrade traffic police, I have a passenger in my car who is threatening to kill me. I suspect he is carrying a weapon, and it has seriously threatened my personal safety!"

Hearing this, several traffic police officers immediately got out of the car, surrounded the van, then pulled open the door and shouted at Liu Ming and the plastic-surgery-faced woman sitting inside, "Hands on your heads, get out of the car!"

Liu Ming realized he had caused trouble.

This was a busy downtown area!

If he had to put his hands on his head and get out of the car, wouldn't the words "Poor Loser" on his forehead be impossible to hide?!

So, he made up his mind that he wouldn't get out no matter what!

Subsequently, he blurted out to the traffic police, "What are you doing? I'm just taking a taxi. Did I provoke you or annoy you? Hurry up and let that driver come back and drive me home, otherwise, I won't be finished with him!"

Seeing his arrogant and domineering appearance, the traffic police knew that this person was definitely not a good person. And seeing him covering his forehead while blood kept oozing out, they guessed he had just participated in a gang fight. Such people basically had criminal records, and most were fugitives—they were sure to catch them!

So, several traffic police officers exchanged glances. One of them took out the pepper spray used by the traffic police and said to Liu Ming, "We are warning you now: immediately put your hands on your head and get out of the car for inspection. Otherwise, we will take compulsory measures against you in accordance with the law!"

Liu Ming was extremely annoyed and blurted out, "In accordance with your grandfather! I know your traffic brigade captain, Xue Wei. He is a good friend of my father. If you aren't convinced, make a call and ask him if he knows Liu Ming, the young master of the Liu Group!"

The traffic police sneered, "The young master of the Liu Group? You are too bold to brag. You are taking a van when you go out, and you still have the nerve to say you are the young master of the Liu Group? Does your Liu Group provide a forty-thousand-yuan Wuling Hongguang for its own young master?!"

Liu Ming hated others doubting his strength the most, and he also hated others mocking him. Seeing that a few traffic police officers dared to mock him, he immediately blurted out, "Grass, a bunch of poor losers acting tough in front of me? Believe it or not, I'll call your brigade captain right now?"

The traffic police said coldly, "Alright, insulting law enforcement officers! This is already public resistance to the law! Then don't blame us for being impolite!"

After speaking, he immediately took out the pepper spray and sprayed it at Liu Ming's face.

Liu Ming instantly felt his eyes stinging so much they were about to hurt to death. He subconsciously reached out to rub them. This rub didn't matter, but the two bloody characters on his forehead were instantly exposed.

"I go..." one of the traffic police officers exclaimed, "Look at his forehead, he actually carved 'Poor Loser'!"

"What kind of tattoo is this? It's really hardcore!"

"Hahaha, no wonder this kid likes to call others poor losers so much. It turns out he has these two words carved on his own forehead!"

Hearing this, Liu Ming hurriedly tried to cover his forehead, but just at this moment, his eyes were swollen and painful, and he didn't see that several traffic police officers had already reached out!

Immediately after, Liu Ming was dragged out of the car and then pressed to the ground.

The traffic police immediately put his hands behind his back and handcuffed him. In this way, he had no way to bring them to the front, and it was even more impossible to cover up the big "Poor Loser" words on his forehead.

Subsequently, the traffic police took him and the plastic-surgery-faced woman to the side of the road, made them squat there, and then called the brigade to send people over to take this guy back for investigation.

This was the city center, the intersection with the largest flow of people!

Almost everyone passing by could see a young man with red and swollen eyes squatting on the side of the road. The most terrible thing was not his eyes sprayed with pepper spray, but the two huge characters on his forehead: "Poor Loser"...

Many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures. Liu Ming was ashamed and angry. He squatted on the spot and did frog jumps, trying to turn around and face the passersby with his butt.

However, the traffic police pressed him right there and said coldly, "Don't move. Don't you like saying these two words? Just right, let's exhibit them to the citizens here!"

Liu Ming wanted to die...

If he had known this, why would he have bothered to act tough with that van driver? If he had endured it for a moment, he would have been home by now.

Just at this moment, an old-model BMW stopped on the side of the road. A young man got out of the car, ran over with a bit of flattery, and asked, "Oh, Liu Shao, what happened to you? Oh, what's wrong with your forehead?! Who carved 'Poor Loser' on it for you?"

Liu Ming, who had been desperately lowering his head, suddenly heard someone call him Liu Shao, and he wanted to die even more. What he didn't want most at this moment was to be recognized, but he ended up being recognized...

In this instant, he was so angry he wanted to kill!

He looked up and saw that the person speaking looked a bit familiar, and couldn't help but question, "Who the hell are you?"

That person hurriedly explained diligently, "I'm Xiao Hailong! Xiao Xiao Hailong of the Xiao family. We've eaten together before, with Young Master Wang Wang Yunfei of the Wang family. Don't you remember me?"

Liu Ming looked at him gritting his teeth, suddenly spat a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm on his face, and cursed in a rage, "Get lost, you Xiao family poor loser. You dare to come here and watch me make a fool of myself? Believe it or not, I'll kill you later?!" ===== CHAPTER 227 =====