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."
