Zhang Jiayong was simply affected by the fish pond, but with his skills, he would definitely not be hit by these sprinkled foods. But one problem is that if he avoided it, the mother and daughter in front of him would suffer. The mother and daughter were on the flight route of the sprinkled foods.

There is another way, that is, to use spiritual energy to imprison these foods, but once you do this, it will probably be shocking. As a last resort, Zhang Jiayong seems to have to bear all this.

The soup, rice grains, vegetables and other dishes all fell on Zhang Jiayong. Zhang Jiayong moved his body in advance so that he would not look too embarrassed after being hit. He was not hit on his head, but was all concentrated on the right back shoulder position.

Zhang Jiayong sighed. A good T-shirt was just useless, it was wasted.

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

"Sir, I'm really embarrassed." The flight attendant continued to apologize.

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

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

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

"This passenger was not satisfied with our meals, and then had an argument with Tingting. During the dispute, he directly smashed the lunch box at Tingting and hit Tingting's shoulder. The spilled food splashed on the gentleman's body." The flight attendant who helped Zhang Jiayong clean his clothes said without being humble and arrogant, without any added fuel or omissions in the content.

"Tingting?" One of the younger air stewards walked to the flight attendant. Looking at the clothes stained by the food, he frowned and felt a little angry on his face.

"Is it what she said?" asked the young air policeman.

"Yes." The flight attendant who called Tingting nodded.

"Didn't I say that, just stay well if you have nothing to do. Why do you always run out?" The anger on the young air policeman's face disappeared, and turned into helplessness and care.

Zhang Jiayong rubbed his chin with his index finger and thought it was quite interesting. The flight attendant and the air policeman seemed to have a different relationship. Could it be... a young couple?

"I just want to experience it. This is my childhood dream." The flight attendant named Tingting whispered, with a little grievance in her eyes.

"You, can you splash it on people's faces if the food is not delicious?" The air policeman pointed to the passenger who was splashing the lunch box and said, his tone full of badness.

"Oh? The food is not delicious, so people are not allowed to say it? I spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on your airline every year. It is your big customer. Do you give me this kind of garbage? Is this for people to eat?" The passenger with a bad attitude said arrogantly, not realizing that he had said the wrong thing at all, which has aroused public anger.

Some passengers who were holding lunch boxes in their hands and eating halfway and were planning to continue eating after watching the fun, looked at the lunch boxes in their hands, and looked at the passenger with a bad attitude. What is garbage? Isn’t it for people to eat? Isn’t this calling them garbage people?

"Hey, I said, how did you say this? Why is this thing not something that people eat? There is rice, meat, and vegetables

The dishes and soups are also very complete in nutritional combinations, which meet the daily needs of the human body. Why is such a nutritious meal? "A passenger was unhappy and stood up and said directly.

"It's all your business! The rice is dry, can you swallow it? And the meat, what kind of strange taste, domestic food, just not!" The passenger with a bad attitude retorted.

"What do you mean? What does domestic food mean?"

"Where are you from? Who are you?"

"The food culture of China is one of the oldest cultures in the world. Do you think it doesn't work? I think your brain is getting drilled by a dung beetle! It's full of shit!"

The words of this passenger with a bad attitude aroused all the passengers' accusations. For a moment, the crowd was excited. Some people were already ready to go and had the urge to beat him up.

"Everyone is quiet, we will handle this matter well!" The air police stood up at the right time to maintain order, and the flight attendants also walked everywhere to comfort everyone's emotions.

"Please apologize to the flight attendant now and the gentleman who sprinkled the soup with food by you." The air police officer said.

"Apologize? Apologize to this little girl? She doesn't have hair! And that gentleman? He is a nonsense gentleman, a young boy, his follicles are not as big as rice grains!"

"Let me tell you, Luo Qiusheng, if I don't kill you a few trash, I won't be named Luo!" The passenger with a bad attitude reported his name and insulted the flight attendant named Tingting and Zhang Jiayong in extremely insulting words.

"You!" The flight attendant named Tingting suddenly turned red by Luo Qiusheng's insults. The girl's face was thin and she could not withstand such insults. In an instant, she shed tears of grievance, covered her face and turned around and left the scene.

"Tingting!" The young air policeman stretched out his hand to hold Tingting, but in the end it was not.

"We are going to detain you according to law now. After getting off the plane, you will be sent to the police station." The young air policeman said angrily.

"I'll kill you, and if you get off the plane, I'll let you kill you!" Luo Qiusheng swears and threatened.

Zhang Jiayong slowly stood up. Sometimes, you would not do something that is illegal. Once you touch the basic bottom line, the legal provisions will become inapplicable.

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

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

"I'm 29 this year. You guys, what do you want to do?" Luo Qiusheng said bluntly.

"Nine years of basic education, plus twenty years of social experience, have not taught you what respect is, politeness is right?" Zhang Jiayong said with a cold face.

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

With a bang, everyone present was stunned. Luo Qiusheng himself couldn't believe it, but the burning feeling on his face told him that he was beaten by the boy in front of him!

"Okay! Good fight!"

"It's really a relief, such a person should be taught a lesson!"

After a brief silence, cheers erupted in the scene, exaggerating Jiayong's slap in the face

The beating was beautiful, so relieved.

"You! Do you dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?" Luo Qiusheng stared at Zhang Jiayong and roared.

"Who are you? Let me tell you, I want to know too." Zhang Jiayong said lightly. Judging from what Luo Qiusheng just said, his nationality must be from abroad.

"I am a Chinese American. If you dare to hit me, you are beaten an American citizen. Let me tell you, you are in trouble!" Luo Qiusheng glared at Zhang Jiayong fiercely.

Zhang Jiayong said disdainfully. He was indeed a foreign nationality. Zhang Jiayong had no prejudice against those foreign Chinese, but if he relied on his identity and claimed to be noble, it would not be something Zhang Jiayong could tolerate.

"A Chinese Americans aren't they? Are they very powerful?" Zhang Jiayong teased.

"You little bastard!" Luo Qiusheng cursed and took action directly.

Zhang Jiayong smiled softly. Although Luo Qiusheng was much stronger than him in physical condition, he would never be Zhang Jiayong's opponent. After Luo Qiushi punched, his arms were captured by Zhang Jiayong, and he was shocked to find that no matter how hard he tried, he could not ask Zhang Jiayong for the capture.

How is this possible? I can’t beat a young man by myself? Luo Qiusheng was a little unacceptable.

"Luo Qiusheng, right? Chinese Americans, right? He is twenty-nine years old, right? He is rude, right? He is unethical, right? No..." Zhang Jiayong gave Luo Qiusheng a big mouth without saying a word, and it made Luo Qiusheng almost cry.

"Comrade Police, he will hit someone, you guys quickly catch him!" Luo Qiusheng actually asked the two air police officers for help.

Zhang Jiayong smiled at Luo Qiusheng's strange behavior, and the passengers at the scene burst into laughter.

"Beat 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, I don't seem to have to help you? Helping you is a love affair, and not helping you is a duty." The air policeman said lightly, especially the young air policeman, who felt very relieved.

Luo Qiusheng was so unwilling to say that he could not help but the air police said it well. If they were foreign affairs police, then they really had to help Luo Qiusheng. This is their duty, but unfortunately they are not.

"Okay, little brother, it's almost OK. Let's leave it to us next." The air police felt that it was almost done. All the lessons should be taught, so they should not be too much, so they dissuaded Zhang Jiayong.

Zhang Jiayong nodded and withdrew his palm. For such a social scum, if he doesn't care about himself well, he will always suffer in society.

This time the matter came to an end. Luo Qiusheng was taken away and taken to other places for temporary guarding. After getting off the plane, he would hand it over to the police station to punish his behavior accordingly.

When they were about to arrive at their destination, Zhang Jiayong went to two bathrooms and accidentally met the air guard who comforted the flight attendant named Tingting. It seemed that their relationship was indeed different.

After getting off the plane, Zhang Jiayong just turned on the phone and kept shaking his phone. When he looked closely, he found dozens of text messages and dozens of missed calls, all of which were called by Zuo Xiong. How anxious is this guy?

At this time, the phone rang again. It was Zuo Xiong's call. Zhang Jiayong answered the phone helplessly and heard Zuo Xiong's complaints. Zhang Jiayong hurriedly said that he had gotten off the plane and rushed to meet him immediately.
Chapter completed!