As a VIP cabin for flights in Hong Kong, people who are generally traveling here with status and status will definitely not yell in such public places, but the voice in front of you is a little different, a little harsh, and also has a sense of drunkenness.

"Hurry up, apologize to me!"

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

"God, you damn woman dare to frame me - are you that pretty? Will I harass you? Damn!"

When Song Zhichao and others heard the sound, they saw a tall and burly white man in disheveled clothes. To be precise, half of the white shirt was tucked around his waist, half exposed, with his chest hair and belly exposed, and wine was dripping on his face, and he was getting angry at a stewardess.

The stewardess was very beautiful, with dark hair and dark eyes. He should be a Chinese. He was full of grievances on his face at this moment, gritting his teeth, and tears rolled in his eyes.

"What are you VIP cabins? Well? I think it's shit! Yes, it's all shit! I will never take your plane again!" The white man wiped the wine from his face, squirted the alcoholic smell, and continued to yell at the stewardess.

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

There was a passenger next to him muttering in a low voice, and soon Song Zhichao understood what happened.

It turned out that the white man had drunk a lot of strong liquor before. Maybe he had drunk too much, so he was inevitably fascinated. When the stewardess passed by him, he pretended to ask the other party to refill him, and deliberately spilled the wine on his body - to be precise, the crotch, and then falsely accused him of the stewardess, and he had to bend over and stick his butt to wipe him.

The stewardess refused at first, but the white man insisted that she was spilling it on her body. Helplessly, the stewardess had to swallow his anger and wipe it with a towel. During this period, the white man raised it shamelessly, and reached out to touch the stewardess' butt, making a dirty sound from his mouth.

The stewardess stopped doing it and poured the remaining white wine on the guy's face.

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

However, facing such a burly man who is drunk and 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 like to be drunk and like to be crazy will have a strong desire to perform, like to shout, like to jump up and down, and some also sing and dance.

Obviously, this white man belongs to the first type.

Seeing the staff pushing and shoving him, he became more and more excited. Finally, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his black breasts, and scolded the staff: "Don't irritate me, irritate me, there is no good result for you!"

"Yes, when I arrive in Hong Kong, I will have someone arrest you! All of them are arrested!"

"What are you pushing me? God, you dare to use violence against me? Don't look at who I am!" The white man became more and more arrogant. He rolled up his sleeves and shook his chest hair, and wanted to beat those staff members.

At this moment, a voice said, "Sorry, are you Director Grant of the Hong Kong Police Force?"

"Hmm - who are you?" The white man who was called out was stunned for a moment when he was angry and rolled up his sleeves to fight. When he looked back, he saw a young man looking at him with a smile.

"Oh, it turns out it's really you - my name is Song Zhichao, I'm honored to see you here!" The other party stretched out his hand.

"Damn it! So what if you see me? Are you a Hong Konger? Hong Kong people are all second-class citizens of our British Empire! Yes, you are just a poor character in my eyes. Do you want to dissuade me from being a hero? Dream!"

With a snap, the white man Grant hit Song Zhichao's stretched out hand aside and sneered at Song Zhichao drunk.

"You guessed it right. Dear Mr. Grant, I really want to dissuade you. Yes, you have ruined the atmosphere here and made the beautiful Hong Kong suffer humiliation with you. So I hope you can sit down and stop making trouble!" Song Zhichao shook his hand that was beaten and said to Grant sincerely.

Grant smiled, smiling contemptuously, shaking his dizzy head: "You're just trying to dissuade me like this? With a mouth?"

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

"What's the point?" Grant's mouth was filled with alcohol, his eyes were disdainful.

"Don't do this!" Song Zhichao punched him out, and hit Grant's temple directly.

With a "ah" sound, Grant never expected that Song Zhichao would dare to attack him. He was caught off guard and fainted directly on the ground, like a dead pig, and there were bubbles in his mouth.

Song Zhichao rubbed his painful fist and pointed at Grant who was lying on the ground. He said to the staff who were still staring at him: "Please carry this pig back to his seat."

...

When Mr. Grant woke up from his coma, he rubbed his head, which was not sure whether it was excessive drinking or being beaten.

Immediately afterwards, he asked three questions about life—

who I am?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

Soon, he really woke up, and then he remembered that he was called "Grant", a big boss of the Hong Kong Royal Police Force - the Chief of Police, commonly known as "the No. 1 Brother".

The Hong Kong Police Department was established on May 1, 1844 and was initially called the Hong Kong Police Force. After the riots in Hong Kong in 1967, the Queen of England gave the word "Royal" in 1969 to commend the police force and became the Royal Hong Kong Police Force. The Chief of the Hong Kong Police Department was directly appointed as the governor before his return and was also the person with the highest position in Hong Kong police. Because he had only a number "1" when riding in a government car, and was also the top leader of the police force, he was respected as the "No. 1".

But it is obvious that the "No. 1" Grant, in front of him, did not act like a top boss at all. On the contrary, his hair was messy and his clothes were not in order to be precise. He also showed off his black and evil chest hair and white belly, and looked very embarrassed.

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

"Damn it, I must take revenge!" Grant sat in his seat, waving his fists, gritting his teeth.

"What kind of revenge?" A handsome face suddenly appeared in front of Grant.

"Oh, SHIT!" Grant jumped up like a ghost.
Chapter completed!