At the crossroads ahead, four traffic policemen were intercepting past motorcycle checks. Among them, a handsome policewoman stood up against the wind, and a breeze blew on her bright forehead. The bangs in front of her forehead drifted to both sides. She stood upright and politely asked the motorcycle driver what she was doing.

Zeng Xiaoqian had a cluck in his heart. He subconsciously glanced at the front wheel of his motorcycle. There was no license hanging in front of him. Even if it was suspended, he did not have a driver's license. He saw the ambulance passing by. He bit his teeth, pinched the accelerator, and the car flew...