Zhang Jiayong was simply affected by the fish pond, but with his skills, he would definitely not be hit by these spilled meals, but there was a problem that if he dodged the past, then a mother and daughter in front of him would suffer, and the mother and daughter happened to be on the flight path of the spilled meals.

There is another way, that is, to use spiritual energy to imprison these meals, but once you do this, I am afraid that it will shock the world, and as a last resort, Zhang Jiayong seems to have to bear all this.

The soup, rice grains, vegetables, etc. all fell on Zhang Jiayong's body, and Zhang Jiayong moved his body in advance, so that he would not look too embarrassed after being hit, and the head position was not hit, all of which were concentrated in the right back shoulder.

Zhang Jiayong sighed, a good T-shirt, it's so wasted, wasteful, wasteful.

Within seconds of Zhang Jiayong being hit by the food, another flight attendant immediately ran over, handed over a tissue and helped Zhang Jiayong wipe away some of the food residue left on his body.

"I'm sorry, sir. The flight attendant also kept apologizing.

"It's okay, it's not your fault. Zhang Jiayong said with a smile, the service attitude of this airline is still very good.

At this time, the air police arrived, and they should have been notified by other flight attendants.

"What's going on?" two air police officers came, and when they saw the situation at the scene, they frowned and questioned.

"The passenger was not satisfied with our meal, and then got into an argument with Tingting, and in the course of the argument, he directly smashed the lunch box at Tingting, smashed it on Tingting's shoulder, and the spilled food splashed on the gentleman's body. The flight attendant who helped Zhang Jiayong clean up his clothes said neither humbly nor arrogantly, without the slightest oil and vinegar and omissions.

"Tingting?" One of the younger air guards walked up to the flight attendant, looking at the clothes soiled by the food, his brows suddenly furrowed, and his face was faintly angry.

"Is that what she said?" the young air guard asked.

"Yes. The stewardess named Tingting nodded.

"Didn't I say it, just stay good if you're fine, why do you keep running out. The anger on the young air guard's face disappeared, and turned into helplessness and pity.

Zhang Jiayong rubbed his chin with his index finger, thinking it was very interesting, this flight attendant and the air police seem to have an unusual relationship, is it ...... Little couples?

"I just want to experience it, it's my dream when I was a kid. The stewardess named Tingting whispered, with some grievances in her eyes.

"You, if the food is not delicious, can you splash it in people's faces?" said the air police officer, pointing to the passenger who had spilled the lunch box, his tone full of unkindness.

"Yo he? The food is not delicious, and no one is allowed to say it? I throw hundreds of thousands of dollars into your airline every year, and I am your big customer, so you give me this kind of garbage? Is this for people to eat?" said the passenger with a bad attitude, arrogantly, not realizing that he had said the wrong thing, which had caused public anger.

Some passengers who had eaten half of the lunch box in their hands and were going to continue eating after watching the excitement looked at the lunch box in their hands and looked at the passenger with a bad attitude.

"Hey, I said, how do you talk about this? Why isn't this thing eaten by people? There are rice, meat, vegetables, and soup, and the nutritional balance is very perfect, meeting the daily needs of the human body, such a nutritious meal, why is it rubbish?"

"It's none of your business! The rice is dry, can you swallow it? And this meat, what a strange taste, domestic food, just can't do it!" replied the passenger with a bad attitude.

"What do you mean? What do you mean that domestic food is not good?"

"Where are you from?

"The Chinese food culture is one of the oldest cultures in the world, and you say it can't do it? I think you're afraid that your brain has been drilled by a shell!

The words of this passenger with a bad attitude aroused the accusations of all the passengers, and for a time the crowd was excited, and some of them were already ready to move, and they had the urge to beat him up.

"Everyone be quiet, we will take care of this matter!" The air police stood up in time to maintain order, and the flight attendants also went everywhere to calm everyone's emotions.

"Please apologize to the flight attendant and the gentleman for spilling the soup on your meal. The air police said.

"Apologize, apologize to this little girl, her hair hasn't grown, and that gentleman? He's a fart gentleman, a hairy boy, and the follicles aren't as big as a grain of rice!"

"I'll tell you, I'm Luo Qiusheng, if I don't kill a few of you waste, I won't be surnamed Luo!" The bad-mannered passenger reported his name and insulted the flight attendant named Tingting and Zhang Jiayong in extremely insulting language.

"You!" The flight attendant named Tingting was insulted by Luo Qiusheng like this, and suddenly became red-faced, the girl's family is thin-skinned, where can she withstand such an insult, she shed tears of grievance in an instant, covered her face and turned around and left the scene.

"Tingting!" the young air police officer reached out to grab Tingting, but in the end he didn't.

"We will now detain you in accordance with the law, and we will take you to the police station when we get off the plane. The young air police officer said angrily.

"Detain your mother, get off the plane, and Lao Tzu will let people kill you!" Luo Qiusheng threatened.

Zhang Jiayong slowly stood up, sometimes, there are some things that don't mean that you won't do it if you break the law, once you touch the basic bottom line, the provisions of the law seem to be inapplicable.

"Luo Qiusheng, right? How old are you this year?" Zhang Jiayong came to Luo Qiusheng and asked directly.

The two air policemen standing on the side looked at Zhang Jiayong who suddenly appeared, a little confused, and Luo Qiusheng was also stunned for a while.

"Lao Tzu is twenty-nine this year, you calf, what do you want to do?" Luo Qiusheng said unceremoniously.

"Nine years of basic education, plus twenty years of social experience, haven't taught you what respect and politeness are, right?" Zhang Jiayong said with a cold face.

"You little calf, are you preaching to Lao Tzu?" Luo Qiusheng also stood up, half a head taller than Zhang Jiayong, and looked down at Zhang Jiayong.

With a snap, everyone present was stunned, Luo Qiusheng himself couldn't believe it, but the hot feeling on his face told him that he was beaten by the young man in front of him!

"Good!

"It's really relieving, this kind of person should be taught a lesson!"

After a short silence, cheers erupted at the scene, exaggerating Jia Yong's beautiful slap, which was too relieving.

"You! You dare to hit me, do you know who I am!" Luo Qiusheng glared, pointed at Zhang Jiayong and roared.

"Who are you? Tell me, I'd like to know. Zhang Jiayong said lightly, judging from what Luo Qiusheng just said, his nationality must be foreign.

"I'm a Chinese-American, if you dare to beat me, you are beating an American citizen, let me tell you, you're in trouble!" Luo Qiusheng glared at Zhang Jiayong viciously.

Zhang Jiayong sighed disdainfully, sure enough, he is a foreign national, Zhang Jiayong has no prejudice against those foreign Chinese, but if he relies on this identity and prides himself on being high, it is not something that Zhang Jiayong can tolerate.

"Chinese-Americans, aren't they, they're amazing?" Zhang Jiayong teased.

"You little calf!" Luo Qiusheng scolded and did it directly.

Zhang Jiayong smiled lightly, although Luo Qiusheng was much stronger than him physically, he would not be Zhang Jiayong's opponent. After Luo Qiushi punched, his arms were grabbed by Zhang Jiayong, and he was shocked to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help Zhang Jiayong's grab.

How is this possible? I can't get a teenager myself? Luo Qiusheng was a little unacceptable.

"Luo Qiusheng, right? Chinese-American, right? Twenty-nine years old, right? No manners, right? No morality, right? No ......" Zhang Jiayong didn't say a word, so he rewarded Luo Qiusheng with a big mouth, and Luo Qiusheng was about to cry when he beat him.

"Comrade policeman, he started beating people, you guys catch him quickly!" Luo Qiusheng actually asked the two air police for help.

For Luo Qiusheng's strange move, Zhang Jiayong said, and the passengers at the scene also laughed.

"Hit someone, but I saw that you hit him first? He was defending himself. Moreover, are you a citizen of our country? I am not a foreign affairs policeman, so I don't seem to have to help you, do I? It is my duty to help you, and it is my duty not to help you. The air police said lightly, especially the young air policeman, who felt very relieved.

Luo Qiusheng was said that he couldn't talk back, the air police said it well, if they were foreign affairs police, then they really had to help Luo Qiusheng, this was their duty, but unfortunately they weren't.

"Alright, little brother, it's almost done, let's leave it to us. The air police felt that this was almost the case, and all the lessons should be learned, so they dissuaded Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong nodded and withdrew his palm, for this kind of social scum, if you don't care about yourself, you will always suffer in society.

This time the matter came to an end, Luo Qiusheng was also taken away, taken to other places for temporary guarding, and after getting off the plane, he would be handed over to the police station and punished accordingly for his behavior.

When he was about to arrive at his destination, Zhang Jiayong went to the two bathrooms and happened to meet the air police officer to comfort the flight attendant named Tingting, it seems that the relationship between the two is really not ordinary.

After getting off the plane, as soon as Zhang Jiayong turned on the phone, the mobile phone shook non-stop, and when he looked closely, there were dozens of text messages and dozens of missed calls, all of which were from Zuo Xiong, how anxious was this goods?

At this time, the mobile phone rang again, it was Zuo Xiong who called, Zhang Jiayong reluctantly picked up the phone, and heard Zuo Xiong's complaints, Zhang Jiayong hurriedly said that he had gotten off the plane and rushed to meet him immediately.