Liu Zhizhong nodded, looking up calmly at the other man's angry and arrogant face.

"I understand. Do you have anything else to say? If not, please leave immediately. Don't disturb my flight, or else you are causing harassment."

There was no doubt, his calm tone and composed demeanor made those around him secretly admire him.

This guy is steady!

But the two thugs became even more furious because Liu Zhizhong seemed unfazed. To them, it seemed as if he was disregarding their words, showing no fear or respect.

"Harassment?"

The fat thug was angry, exchanged a glance with the skinny thug, and then sneered.

The fat thug leaned sideways, resting against the seat in front of Liu Zhizhong's row, holding a red wine glass, "We're not leaving, so what are you going to do? You harmed us, apologize, and then we'll consider leaving."

The skinny thug also leaned sideways, holding a red wine glass, resting against Liu Zhizhong's seat, and said coldly, "Apologize immediately, you little yellow bastard!"

This time, the two thugs created a situation of flanking Liu Zhizhong, being overwhelmingly aggressive.

Many people couldn't stand it. Bullying a fellow countryman like this? And they dare to shout "little yellow bastard"?

Liu Zhizhong nodded, "Apologize, is it?"

"Yes!" The two thugs nodded simultaneously, then raised their glasses together, each drinking their wine.

But just in the next second, Liu Zhizhong drew his gun, safety off, with a very clear sound.

His draw was so fast that the muzzle was immediately pressed against the fat thug's belly diagonally in front of him.

Instantly, the whole place was stunned, and someone exclaimed.

Even the two flight attendants were dumbfounded in shock.

The fat thug and skinny thug shuddered with fear, spraying wine everywhere, their black faces turning pale with fright.

Liu Zhizhong was now standing, the gun against the fat thug, "Will this apology work for you?"

"Y-you... don't shoot! Don't shoot!" The fat thug's wine glass fell to the floor, trembling and shouting, sweat breaking out on his face. He raised his hands high like a surrendering gorilla, his previous arrogance gone, looking utterly pitiable.

The skinny thug moved away from Liu Zhizhong's seat in fear, shouting, "Don't do anything crazy! How does your country's airline manage things? How dare you bring a gun onto the plane? You're a terrorist! A terrorist!!!"

Pa!

Liu Zhizhong grabbed a cup of plain water and splashed it on the skinny thug's face, saying sternly, "Shut up, you stupid thug!"

The plain water had cooled but was still hot enough, making the guy drop his wine glass to the floor, covering his face, exaggerating his cries, whining like he was going to die.

The whole place gasped, causing a small commotion.

The armed countryman had retaliated!

He was domineering!

The two thugs were scared to death, practically dead with fright!

Scalded by hot water, they looked pitiable to the point of humor, haha... so satisfying!

Next, it was Liu Zhizhong's time to shine.

He turned the muzzle to the skinny thug's forehead, said sternly, "Stop wailing like that! Even if your parents died, it wouldn't warrant such behavior! Shut up!"

The skinny thug immediately stopped wailing, removing his hands from his face, raising them high, fearing Liu Zhizhong might fire.

Liu Zhizhong said coldly, "You two bastards, I tried speaking to you in human terms, but you didn't listen, so I had no choice but to do this. If I dare draw a gun, I have a reason to carry it! Once the plane lands, I'll deal with you two spies!"