As a VIP cabin of a Hong Kong flight, generally speaking, people with status and status are boarded here, and they will definitely not yell in such a public place, but the voice in front of me is a little different, a little harsh, and there is a sense of alcohol---

"Hurry up, you apologize to me quickly!"

"Do you know who I am? All the police in Hong Kong are under my control!"

"Oh my God, you damn woman how dare you frame me--- are you that pretty? I'm going to harass you?

Song Zhichao and the others went to see a burly and tall white man in disheveled clothes, to be precise, the white shirt was half tucked at the waist, half exposed, with his chest hair and belly exposed, and his face dripping with wine, was angry at a flight attendant.

The stewardess was very beautiful, with black hair and black eyes, she should be Chinese, her face was full of grievances at the moment, she gritted her teeth, and tears were rolling in her eyes.

"What kind of VIP cabin are you, huh? I think it's shit! yes, it's all shit! I'll never fly on your plane again!" the white man wiped the wine off his face, snorted the wine, and continued to yell at the stewardess.

Song Zhichao wiped his nose with his hand and looked at the scene in front of him.

The passenger next to him muttered quietly, and soon Song Zhichao understood what happened.

It turned out that the white man had drunk a lot of liquor before, probably because he had drunk too much, and he was inevitably obsessed, and when the stewardess passed by him, he pretended to let the other party refill his glass, deliberately spilled the wine on his body--- to be precise, and then framed that it was the stewardess who spilled it, and he had to let the other party bend over and pout his ass to wipe himself.

The stewardess refused at first, but the white man insisted that she had spilled it on him. Helpless, the stewardess had no choice but to swallow her anger and take a towel to wipe the white man. During this time, the white man lifted shamefully underneath and reached out to touch the stewardess's buttocks, making filthy noises from his mouth.

Now the stewardess didn't do it, and directly poured the remaining liquor on this guy's face.

At this time, the staff on the plane had already come over and kept dissuading the drunk man.

However, in the face of such a burly man who is drunk and crazy and plays hooligan, these people can't stop each other at all.

After Song Zhichao understood the whole situation, he glanced at the burly white man again, and suddenly, he smiled.

……

Generally speaking, people who are drunk and like to play drunken will have a strong "desire to perform", like to shout, like to jump up and down, and some sing and dance.

Obviously, this white man falls into the first category.

Seeing the staff pushing and shoving with him, he became more and more excited, and finally directly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his black chest hair, and scolded the staff: "Don't provoke me, provoke me, you don't have good fruit to eat!"

"Yes, when you get to Hong Kong, I'll have people arrest you!

"What are you pushing me for? God, you dare to use violence against me, and don't look at who I am!" the white man became more and more arrogant, rolled up his sleeves, shook his chest hair, and tried to beat the staff.

At this moment, a voice said, "I'm sorry, are you Commissioner Grant of the Hong Kong Police Force?"

"Uh-huh--- who are you?" was called, and the white man who was originally angry and rolled up his sleeves to fight paused, and when he looked back, he saw a young man looking at him with a smile.

"Oh, it turned out to be really you--- my name is Song Zhichao, it's an honor to meet you here!" the other party stretched out his hand.

"Damn! What if you see me? Are you from Hong Kong, Hong Kong people are second-class citizens of our British Empire! Yes, you are just a character in my eyes, trying to dissuade me from being a hero?

With a snap, the white man Grant knocked Song Zhichao's outstretched hand aside, and drunkenly sneered at Song Zhichao.

"You are right, dear Mr. Grant, I do want to dissuade you. Yes, you have ruined the atmosphere here, and even more humiliated the beautiful Hong Kong with you, so I hope you can sit down and stop making trouble!" Song Zhichao shook his sore hand and said to Grant in a sincere tone.

Grant laughed, smiling contemptuously, shaking his bewildered head, "You're trying to dissuade me like that?"

Song Zhichao also smiled, he slowly leaned over, and then said in Grant's ear: "No, I don't rely on my mouth." ”

"What is that?" Grant snorted with wine in his mouth and disdainful eyes in his eyes.

"Rely on this!" Song Zhichao punched out, smacked, and hit Grant directly on the temple.

With a "whoosh", Grant didn't expect Song Zhichao to dare to shoot at him, and he was caught off guard, and fainted directly on the ground, like a dead pig, with bubbles in his mouth.

Song Zhichao rubbed his sore fists, pointed at Grant, who collapsed on the ground, and said to the staff who were still staring at him dumbfounded: "Trouble, carry this pig back to his seat." ”

……

When Mr. Grant woke up from his coma, he rubbed his head, which he didn't know if he had drunk too much or had been beaten.

Immediately afterwards, he asked three questions about his life---

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Soon, he really sobered up, and then remembered that his name was "Grant", a bigwig of the Royal Hong Kong Police Force--- Commissioner of Police, commonly known as "Brother Yi".

The Hong Kong Police Force was established on 1 May 1844 as the Hong Kong Police Force. In recognition of the 1967 riots in Hong Kong, the Queen of England gave the word "Royal" to the Force in 1969 in recognition of its contributions. The Commissioner of Police of Hong Kong, who was directly ordered by the Governor before the return to the motherland, is also the highest-ranking person in the Hong Kong police, because the license plate of the government car only has one number "1", plus he is the leader of the police force, so he is respectfully called "Brother Yi".

However, it is obvious that the "first brother" Grant in front of him does not have the posture of being a big man at all, on the contrary, his hair is unkempt, his clothes are disheveled--- to be precise, he also shows his black chest hair and white belly, and he looks very embarrassed.

Rubbing his head, Grant thought hard, and suddenly his eyes lit up, remembering what had happened and who had beaten him.

"Damn, I'm going to get my revenge!" Grant sat in his seat, shaking his fists and gritting his teeth.

"What revenge?" a handsome face suddenly appeared in front of Grant's eyes.

"Oh, SHIT!" Grant sprang up as if he had seen a ghost.

Look at that person again, if it's not Song Zhichao, who else will it be?