”Do you know who I am? You’re courting death!”
”Sir, please step out of the vehicle and show me your license.” I said, suppressing a sigh.
”Heh... he he he he.....” the man laughed arrogantly, sending me a disgusting grin as he moved his gaze towards places of me he had no business looking at. ”You know, you don’t look half bad, for a copper bitch. How about it - I’ll forgive you for wasting my time on your feeble mortal laws, and I’ll even show you a brand new world far beyond your widest imagination.~ How about it sweetheart?”
”Please step out of your vehicle and show me your license, sir.”
”Feh. You’re no fun.” He said and waved his hand through the window, and then leaped out of the vehicle, as gracefully as a pouncing tiger. Quite impressive for someone who wasn’t able to drive straight. Then he grinned at me, a toothy, arrogant smile, drunk with the illusion that he was powerful. People like him showed up all the time - thinking they could boss me around because I was a woman. This shit never happened to my male collegues. I sighed for real this time.
”If you’re gonna blame someone, blame your poor fortune for seeing my face today.” he said and then, almost too quick to be seen, he threw a punch straight into my stomach. The shockwaves rippled through my bones, through my teeth. I spit blood, and collapsed, hanging from his fist. ”Ain’t personal..” he said, coldly. ”But your flimsy mortal speeding laws... it’s laughable to think you could control me.”
I spit the mouthful of blood on the asphalt, and... then I kicked him in the tards. He sunk to the ground with a surprised groan.
”What...? H-h-h-how???? You... should be dead... how could... a common mortal... possibly hurt me??? I’m a level five cultivator...!”
”Get used to it, you pathetic fucking upstart.” I said and fished a pair of handcuffs out of my pocket. ”If you’d just shown me your cultivators license, I would’ve let you go with a warning for recklessly endangering mortal lives. But you just had to go and try to kill someone thinking they were a mortal for the sake of minor convenience, in violation of international cultivator law? You’re in big trouble, mister.”