Chapter 226: Old habits die hard

While Ye Chen was soaking in the hot spring with his wife and Dong Ruolin, Liu Ming, who had the words "Poor Loser" carved on his forehead, and his plastic-surgery-faced girlfriend with a 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 way out of Xiangxieli, and the two 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 extra trouble.

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

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

Liu Ming said unpleasantly: "It's none of your business, just drive your car well, and stop your damn nonsense!"

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 cursed: "Damn poor loser, your piece of junk Wuling Hongguang is only worth forty or fifty thousand yuan even as a new car, and you're still afraid that I'll get your car dirty? You're really a damn poor loser!"

"Poor loser" had long 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 is why the ancestors said, it is easier to change rivers and mountains than a person's nature!

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

Liu Ming was already annoyed to death, and seeing him being relentless, he blurted out: "Damn, you poor loser, are you not convinced? If you keep nagging at me, don't blame me for being impolite to you!"

The driver was relatively timid and afraid of trouble, so seeing Liu Ming being so fierce, 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 plot, talking about the villain planning to use poisoned darts to assassinate the unsuspecting male lead.

Hearing the tense part, the driver couldn't help but slap his thigh and lamented: "Be careful of this bastard's sneak attack!"

Just as he was lamenting, in the audiobook, the male lead turned around, discovered the villain's action, and then grabbed the dart shot by the villain.

Afterward, the male lead threw the dart at the villain, the villain couldn't dodge in time, a big cut was made on his face, and then he died from the poison.

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

As soon as Liu Ming heard that the dart made a big cut on the face, he immediately felt as if his face had been carved again. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and cursed: "Damn poor loser, hurry up and turn off this thing you're listening to!"

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

Liu Ming cursed in desperation: "You poor loser, are you still showing off to me? If you don't turn that thing off, believe it or not, I'll make a call and get someone to kill you? For a poor loser like you, no one will care even if I kill you!"

The van driver was also furious at this time. 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 to the traffic police and stopped, then immediately pushed the door and got out: "Comrade traffic police, a passenger in my car threatened to kill me. I suspect he is carrying a weapon, which has seriously threatened my personal safety!"

Several traffic police officers heard this, immediately got out of the car, surrounded the van, then opened 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 is the 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 would not get out no matter what!

Afterward, 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 to drive and send me home, otherwise, I won't be done 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 with his hands, with blood constantly oozing out, they guessed that he had just participated in a gang fight. Such people basically had criminal records, and most were fugitives. Catching them was a sure thing!

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: "I am 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 according to the law!"

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

The traffic police sneered, "A young master of the Liu Group? You really dare to brag. You're out here riding in a minivan, and you still have the nerve to call yourself a young master of the Liu Group? Does your Liu Group really equip its young masters with a 40, 00-yuan Wuling Hongguang?!"

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: "Damn, a bunch of poor losers pretending here? Believe it or not, I'll call your brigade captain right now?"

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

After saying that, he immediately took out the pepper spray and sprayed it on Liu Ming's face.

Liu Ming instantly felt his eyes were hurting to death, and subconsciously reached out to rub them. This rub didn't matter, the two bloody big characters on his forehead were instantly exposed.

"Damn..." 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 these two words are carved on his own forehead!"

Hearing this, Liu Ming hurriedly tried to cover his forehead, but 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 the big "Poor loser" words on his forehead.

Afterward, the traffic police took him and the plastic-surgery-faced woman to the side of the road, let them squat on the side of the road, and then called the team to send people over to take this guy back for investigation.

This is 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 words on his forehead: Poor loser...

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

However, the traffic police pressed him directly there and said coldly: "Don't move, don't you like to say these two words? It just so happens, let's exhibit them to the citizens here!"

Liu Ming felt like dying...

If he had known this, why would he bother to show off to that van driver? If he had endured it for a while, he would have been home by now.

Just at this moment, an old BMW car 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, Young Master Liu, what happened to you? Oh, what's wrong with your forehead?! Who carved a 'Poor loser' on it for you?"

Liu Ming, who had been desperately lowering his head, suddenly heard someone calling him Young Master Liu, and he felt like dying even more. At this moment, he didn't want to be recognized the most, but he was recognized by someone...

At this moment, 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 questioning: "Who the hell are you?"

The man hurriedly explained diligently: "It's me, Hailong! Xiao Hailong of the Xiao family. We have eaten together before, with Young Master Wang Yunfei of the Wang family. Don't you remember me?"

Liu Ming looked at him with gritted teeth, suddenly spat a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm on his face, and cursed in desperation: "Get lost, you damn poor loser of the Xiao family, daring to come here to watch my joke, believe it or not, I'll kill you later?!"