"What's going on with you guys? Hurry up and fine him, revoke his driver's license," Young Master Qin shouted loudly.
The traffic police leader turned his head and snapped, "Stop the nonsense. Hand over your driver's licenses."
Qin Shaodong readily took out his driver's license, and the other guy driving the Porsche also surrendered his license. They weren't worried at all because they knew they could get their licenses back the next day. They had that kind of influence.
"Look at this, this is the consequence of speeding," Li Yifei shook his head and sighed, then said to the traffic police, "Officer, I've finished my cigarette. Can I leave now?"
The policeman frowned slightly, nodded, and said, "Go ahead."
Qin Shaodong was stunned for a moment, then shouted loudly, "Officer, why don't you confiscate his license?"
The policeman replied impatiently, "We don't need you to teach us how to handle cases."