Liu Zhizhong was reading a newspaper, pretending not to see those two black fellows.

The flight attendant came over to ask Liu Zhizhong if he'd like something to drink, and Liu Zhizhong politely requested a glass of plain boiled water, the real hot kind.

After the flight attendant left, she continued to serve the passengers behind.

Those two black fellows walked with a natural rhythm, swaying elegantly, full of affectation. Clearly here to make a living, yet who knows why they act so high and mighty all day long?

Liu Zhizhong didn't even look at them; the steam rose from the plain water on his small tray table, and he kept reading his newspaper.

Soon, the two black fellows arrived, carrying red wine, swaying with an incredible air of arrogance.

All around Liu Zhizhong were compatriots, all gawking in amazement, anticipating what might happen next. Of course, there were also quite a few people feeling genuine fear and unable to provoke the black fellows.

After all, their blackness was part of their superiority.

After all, those two, each over six feet tall, one robust and heavy, black and thick; the other slim and sturdy, black and tough! Purely in terms of physical prowess, the man reading the newspaper with plain water didn't stand a chance, right?

The more cowardly a race is at its core, the more it leans toward the law of the jungle, preferring to see whose fists are harder, to see who can beat whom!

The two black fellows clinked their glasses of red wine and then looked at Liu Zhizhong.

The fat black fellow sneered coldly, using a crude form of Mandarin that everyone could understand, saying, "Hey, you little bastard, you're done for, you've got trouble coming, heh..."

The thin black fellow remained silent, merely giving Liu Zhizhong a cold glare, as if he was gazing at an ant.

Their display made the whole crowd even more excited; they kept watching, you must see the show! The black dogs are trying to bully our compatriot, gotta watch this spectacle!

Liu Zhizhong didn't lift his head, remained absorbed in his newspaper, and ignored the two black fellows.

This time, the two black fellows were annoyed. The fat black fellow tapped Liu Zhizhong's small tray table, "Hey, we're talking to you, didn't you hear? Are you deaf?"

Liu Zhizhong finally raised his head, looked at them, and said calmly, "Who are you? Do we know each other? Is there something you want? What did you say?"

Many in the audience giggled at these words, how interesting!

Even the flight attendant glanced back but didn't intervene, continuing to serve others.

The two black fellows got even angrier, and the fat black fellow pointed at Liu Zhizhong's nose, shouting coldly, "You insulted us, you hurt us, you damaged international relations, you need to apologize, immediately, at once!"

Liu Zhizhong replied calmly, "I don't know what insults and harm you're talking about, I'm unaware and unclear. Please leave this place and don't disturb me while I read the newspaper and study. It's very impolite to bother others; I believe your parents should have taught you this. Otherwise, you have no right to study or travel here, do you? Our great nation, the land of etiquette, does not welcome international friends who lack education and manners!"

Beautifully said!

Moreover, it seemed to place them well ahead, eliciting quite a bit of empathy, with that sense of national pride written on people's faces, they were just shy of applauding Liu Zhizhong.

The fat black fellow was so furious his eyes widened, and his foul smell seemed even stronger, pointing at Liu Zhizhong's nose, "You bastard! So disgusting! You're finished, you're definitely finished! We've already called the police earlier! The plane just took off, so you're still free for now! But when the plane lands, the police will talk to you, hmm hmm..."