The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 643: How Can the Gap Be So Big?

"Fall back!" a middle-aged man holding a walkie-talkie shouted.

"Why, Captain? I saw that car, it’s right there in the alley opposite me, no license plate, blue, with brake marks on the ground. It’s definitely them!"

"They’re on a mission, let’s pull out!"

"On a mission? Captain, are you kidding me? That couple hardly looks twenty, on a mission?" The man stared wide-eyed into the alley.

At that moment, Ye Xuan was crouched on the ground, vomiting.

She had felt a little off before, but now, after that wild drive, with drifting and all sorts of maneuvers, her stomach was churning like raging seas!

"Cough cough, Ye Zi, you’ve really got to work on your fitness. Train with me tomorrow," Zhang Fan said, patting Ye Xuan on the back.

"Bullshit, is it my body that’s the problem? Bring someone else here and see if they wouldn’t throw up!" Ye Xuan glared, her chest heaving tumultuously.

"A month ago, my mom was sitting in the passenger seat, and she was fine. You have to admit when your fitness isn’t up to scratch. We’ll work on it tonight!" Zhang Fan smirked mischievously.

"Get lost, go train by yourself!" huffed Ye Xuan.

"But we can’t do the ’joint exercise’ alone, Ye Zi!" Zhang Fan grinned wickedly.

Instantly, Ye Xuan’s face turned as red as a ripe apple!

Watching the two flirt and bicker, the traffic cop on the motorcycle was utterly baffled!

Is this really a mission? Who are they kidding?!

Has the captain lost his mind?

But quickly, his eyes narrowed.

A sleek black car pulled up slowly to the curb. A young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, holding a license plate, walked into the alley.

What amazed him was the white-on-black license plate of the black car.

There were four types of license plates.

The first type, blue with white lettering, the most common for personal cars. The second type, black lettering on yellow, for heavy machinery and motorcycles. The third type, white lettering on black, usually belonged to foreign companies or consulates. However, consulate vehicles had a red ’Consulate’ character on the plate, like Yuan Xiang’s official car.

The third kind was already something you wouldn’t want to mess with.

And the white-on-black license plate in front of him? That was the fourth kind, the most untouchable of all!

It represented a military vehicle!

Fuck, is this really a mission?

"Yo, yo, yo, Zhang Fan, my man, with this act, you’re going to break the hearts of those desperate, single ladies back home. You’ve got a girlfriend now?" Wang Yuan laughed as he looked at the two figures crouched on the ground.

But soon after, Wang Yuan’s gaze fell on the car, which he had nicknamed Ugly. He squatted down and tapped the tire with the license plate in his hand.

"Thud!"

Hearing that hint of a metallic clink, his eyes lit up.

"Holy crap, alloy fusion type tires, no wonder it could spark against the ground. What a car!" Wang Yuan exclaimed.

For a car enthusiast, such tires were top grade!

But with his measly salary, he could never afford tires like that in his lifetime!

"Wang Yuan, cut the chatter and get a move on. Fix the plate and roll back here," Wei Guo scolded laughingly as he watched Wang Yuan on the big screen.

However, the girls back at the command center began to clamor. "Girl, look up, let us have a look. Why are you squatting?!"

"Goodness gracious, sweetie, let your sis take a peek."

It wasn’t until Wang Yuan fixed the license plate that Ye Xuan stood up from the ground.

When they saw Ye Xuan’s stunning face, the girls at the command center were gobsmacked.

"Oh my God, this little sister is so radiant! I’m almost drooling here."

"Heaven’s sake, are you a les?"

The crowd forgot themselves.

"Ah, I’ve been exposed!" The girl, licking her lips, made an extremely seductive gesture.

Instantly, a few single guys spasmed. Can we please have some consideration for those of us who’ve worked hard to get Qilin Arms?

Can’t you stop animal cruelty? Are single dogs not animals? Are we fair game for maltreatment?

"Troublesome guy, Wang!" laughed Zhang Fan.

Wang Yuan shook his head, unconcerned. "I wanted to get you a white plate, but Chief Wei wouldn’t allow it. Said that would be too conspicuous."

"A white plate? That could have been interesting!" Zhang Fan immediately chuckled.

However, the traffic police officer listening to this conversation, his eyes were completely round!

"Fuck, a white license plate? Who the hell is this kid?"

This thing, when driven out, as long as people who understand the meaning of the license plate see it, they absolutely keep their distance!

But his gaze also drifted towards the license plate.

The moment he looked, he almost fell off his motorcycle.

Your uncle?

Capital A666?

Fuck, weren’t A-plates stopped being issued a long time ago? Shit, this is one of the earliest license plates! One could say that A-prefix license plates have been bid up to tens of millions each now!

And it’s even 666, when this thing is driven out, the effect is definitely not worse than a white plate!

"Alright then, I’m off, Wei’s rushing me, come over to my place when you have the time!" Wang Yuan said with a smile.

His place! Naturally, it was July Bamboo!

"Safe travels, I won’t see you out!" Zhang Fan said with a smile, looking at the 666 on the license plate, he felt exceptionally pleased.

This license plate looks so right!

"Let’s go, Ye Zi, we’re heading to the Dong family!" Zhang Fan said, and then waved at the traffic police across the way, "Thanks for the hard work! Goodbye!"

Watching this scene, that traffic cop rolled his eyes fiercely.

Hard work my ass! If you were on a mission, why didn’t you say so earlier? We were like a bunch of idiots eating your dust back there, was that fun?

Meanwhile, the outside world was already boiling over!

"Damn, a good thirty police cars, what the hell happened?"

"Where’s the guy who was street racing, how come he’s disappeared?"

"Haha, he couldn’t have been caught, right?"

"Serves him right, for being so arrogant!"

And for Wood and his group, when they saw the Ugly Eight appear leisurely in the video, their eyes bulged!

"Fuck, he dares to show up at this time?"

"That police car behind him, what’s the situation? Did he really get caught?"

"Impossible! That doesn’t look like he’s being arrested!"

"Wait, when did he get a license plate? Isn’t this the one that just drove off?"

"Fuck, Capital A666?"

"Damn, that’s a badass license plate, where did Zhang Fan get it from? It’s not fake, is it?"

"Just a Capital A prefix on the license plate is worth ten million, plus 666, that’s gotta be at least forty to fifty million!"

"Big shot, the car is awesome, the license plate is awesome, and most importantly, the driver is fucking awesome too! How the hell are we supposed to compete?"

"I feel like I’m going to retire from the street racing scene, I’m too old, I can’t keep up with the pace of these young people anymore!"

The first supercar with a cost of nine hundred million! Speed broke the record of all other sports cars! And now, this license plate!

It’s simply unbearable!

Watching the police cars suddenly turn down another road, Wood’s group rolled their eyes once more.

Fuck, aren’t you supposed to catch the street racers? He’s right in front of your eyes, do you not fucking see him?

Are you blind, or are you blind, or are you blind?

Is this how you let Zhang Fan off?

They couldn’t accept it!

Why can someone recklessly street race in Capital City?

Why can someone get a supercar worth nine hundred million for free?

Why can someone get the Capital A666 license plate?

Why do we have to be constantly on the lookout for the traffic police when we race, even just in the suburbs?

What the hell, aren’t we people too? Let’s talk sense here!

Why is there such a big gap between people!