Chapter 432


    The police officer replied coldly, "Okay, then. You are insulting aw enforcement officer now! That


    means that you are tantly resisting thew! Don''t me us for taking actions against you, then!"


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    As soon as he had finished talking, the police officer took out his pepper spray and aimed it directly


    at Marcus''s face before spraying it on thetter’s face. 3


    Marcus could feel the burning pain in his eyes at this time, and he subconsciously reached out his


    hand to rub his eyes,pletely forgetting that as soon as he removed his hands, the two bloodied


    words that were engraved on his forehead would be instantly exposed. 3


    "Oh, my God..." One of the police officers eximed out loud. "Just look at him! He has some words


    engraved o n his forehead!”


    "What kind of tattoo is that? That''s really very hardcore!"


    "Hahaha! It''s no wonder why this young kid likes to call other people a pathetic jerk. It is simply


    because h e has the words ''pathetic jerk'' engraved on his


    forehead!" 3


    When Marcus heard this, he hurriedly raised his hands in an attempt to cover his forehead.


    However, amidst all thismotion, his eyes were so swollen and painful that he did not notice the


    few police


    officers reaching out to him.


    Immediately afterward, Marcus was dragged out of the car before the police officers pressed him to


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    The police officer immediately ced his hands behind his back before they handcuffed him. This


    way, he would not be able to try to escape, and there would be no way he could possibly cover the


    words '' pathetic jerk'' that were engraved on his forehead.


    The police officers then took Marcus and the stic face to the side of the road before telling them


    to squat down there. After that, he made a phone call back to the police station to ask them to


    arrange for a team toe over and bring them back to the police station for further investigation. 2


    As it so happened, this was the most crowded intersection in the city center!


    Almost everyone passing by could see the young man with red, swollen eyes squatting down by the


    side of the road. However, what was most frightening was not the fact that his eyes were red and


    swollen because of the pepper spray. What stood out the most was the two huge words that were


    carved on his forehead:'' pathetic jerk''... 5


    Many people took out their cell phones to take pictures of him, and Marcus could not help but feel


    very embarrassed. He jumped around on the spot as h e tried to turn around so that he could have


    his back facing the people and he would not be facing the


    passersby. 4


    However, the police officer stopped him and held him i n ce before saying coldly, "Don’t move.


    Don''t you like to call everyone a pathetic jerk? Well, we are giving you the opportunity to exhibit


    these words to the public and citizens here!"


    Marcus wanted to die on the spot...


    If he knew that things would turn out like this, he would not have offended the van driver in the first


    ce. If he had simply tolerated and controlled his temper, he would have been home by now. 4


    Just then, an old BMW suddenly parked at the side of the road. A young man stepped out of the car


    before h e approached Marcus and said, "Mr. Lloyd, what is going on here? Ouch! What happened


    to you? Who carved those words on your forehead?"


    Marcus had been desperately trying to hide his face as he kept his head lowered, but he suddenly


    heard someone referring to him as ''Mr. Lloyd''. He truly wanted to die at this time. Thest thing he


    wanted right now was for someone to recognize him, but someone just had to recognize him now...


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    He was so mad and furious that he felt as though he could kill someone!


    He raised his head to look up at the young man who looked a little familiar to him, and he asked him


    immediately, "Who the hell are you?"


    The man hurriedly exined, "I am Harold! Harold from the Wilson family. We enjoyed a meal


    together before this with the young lord of the White family, Gerald. Don’t you remember me?"


    Marcus ground his teeth and looked up at Harold before he spat a mouthful of bloody sputum at him


    and cursed, "F*ck you! You are just someone from the lowly Wilson family and you actually dare to


    come over here to insult me? Are you seeking your death?"