Liu Zhizhong wore sunglasses throughout, his clothes were simple, but the handgun was a symbol of identity and power.

After the two gorillas left, amidst the cheers and applause of the people, he quickly holstered his gun so fast that everyone was stunned.

Then Liu Zhizhong sat down, raised his empty glass, gave a dismissive smile to the flight attendant, and said, "Another glass, please?"

A flight attendant knowingly smiled, quickly came over to serve, with a smile that was more professional and subdued.

Others were even happier, as if their own spines had been straightened.

After water was poured for him, Liu Zhizhong sat back down, read the newspaper, and continued to study, haha...

The whole flight was two hours long, and eerily quiet. Whether it was the civilian cabin or the front first-class business cabin, there was hardly any noise.

Even the flight attendants felt this was one of the rare flights where the passengers were not troublesome. In the past, passengers asked for this and that, requested this thing and that thing, always busy. But this time, there weren't many follow-up services; even the requests for more water were much more gentle.

It seemed that with Liu Zhizhong's presence, everyone became polite, haha...

Facts prove that the gun is the real master. It works well no matter if you're dealing with black skin, white skin, or yellow skin!

With a gun in hand, I indeed own the world!

Meanwhile, the two guys in business class, their heads hung low, dejected and sitting awkwardly, feeling that tough days were coming!

Usually, they're pretty arrogant, playing with one girl after another in college, even making girls pregnant and then paying for abortions! When angered, they directly call these women bitches, really cheap, but really easy to deal with!

This time, their arrogance was crushed, they hit a steel wall.

During the flight, even the captain personally came over to invite Liu Zhizhong to chat in the front.

Liu Zhizhong knew what the captain wanted to do and was very cooperative.

Upon reaching the front, he passed by the business class. The two black guys saw Liu Zhizhong coming, and their heads dropped so low they almost touched their knees, unable to lift them, not daring to look or face him!

Facing the captain, Liu Zhizhong happily took out his gun permit, handed it over, welcoming the captain to take photos and send them to the ground for verification.

His calmness naturally conquered the captain's heart. Yet the captain still went through the procedure, truly sent the information back to the ground for confirmation.

After confirmation, the captain was even more assured, gave Liu Zhizhong a thumbs-up, and said, "Comrade, you've worked hard, you've made the country proud!"

"You're too kind, it's my duty."

"Ah... speaking of these foreigners, well... relatively speaking, black guys are even worse, sometimes really making people's lives miserable. Before, just these two, I remember they harassed the flight attendants, got drunk and hit the air marshals, well... but their father's status made some things left unsettled. Today, good thing we met you, National Security Special Action Team Member, call him a spy, and he is, haha..."

The captain was quite excited, happily spilling bitterness! After all, the feedback from the ground was that no matter what issues this comrade dealt with on the plane, he was correct, and the National Security Southwest Region Headquarters was fully responsible for his actions.

With such assurance, the captain naturally talked like an ordinary person, quite interesting, haha...

Liu Zhizhong listened, chimed in, as long as it's joyful!

He was happy too, because he truly experienced the benefits of having a gun, haha...