Overtime

"You're already grown up, yet you're still doing the same thing."

When Xia Qin saw Lu PingAn, she deliberately sighed, drawing snickers from the traffic police officers.

But Lu PingAn could tell that his captain was holding back laughter. It was probably rare for her to see him in such a bedraggled state.

This truly was not the first time, and it probably would not be the last. Even Lu PingAn himself had lost count of how many times he had dealt with the traffic police.

But this time, he really had been a little wronged.

His "External Armor" was rather outrageous. Fully spread out, it was as large as the Silver Knight and could easily crush a small car beneath its feet.

Even if a "Metal Giant" of his size hunched over while walking, taking the sidewalk would still be irresponsible toward pedestrians. He could only use the road. And if he did not want to obstruct the cars ahead and behind him, he had to at least display the mobility of a normal motor vehicle.

Thus, the traffic police were astonished to see an "Iron Bigfoot" sprinting between the vehicles. Well, it could also be called a wheelchair.

Naturally, he was stopped.

With every side of the matter against him, Lu PingAn could only force himself to "explain." Naturally, the more he explained, the stranger it sounded. In the end, he was best off being brought to the Traffic Police Brigade for unlicensed driving, just like the several times before.

The person in charge was quite practiced at this by now and simply called Xia Qin to pick him up. She had arrived smiling and left laughing loudly.

". Stop laughing. I'll be eighteen next year, and then I can take the driving test."

Lu PingAn rubbed his