Although this street is rather narrow, it only becomes narrow after a turn. However, this time, the police came with such force that they caught up before Chen Mo even had a chance to make the turn.
They directly parked the car in front of the tricycle.
"We're doomed, what do we do!" The pancake uncle was a bit stupefied, his mind occupied with how to handle the fine distribution.
The bubble tea guy was also taken aback. However, as long as he didn't take out that fake license, the most it would cost him was a few hundred yuan. Being a street vendor, he had long prepared for the worst.
As for Chen Mo, he felt rather relaxed.
After all, Chen Mo was not short of money now. If he could keep vending as long as he paid the fines every day on time, he thought... it's not a bad deal.
So, the fine was a minor concern. Chen Mo just felt embarrassed about being caught vending.
Two uniformed police officers got out of the car, one male, one female.
"Why were you running?"
