A Bumpy Road to Power

When the flight attendant grabbed him like that,

the fellow with yellow hair got anxious.

He pushed the flight attendant.

Moreover, he did it on purpose, his hand went straight for the protrusions on the flight attendant's chest.

The flight attendant stumbled slightly and bumped into a chair.

Instead, the yellow-haired fellow flaunted his hands to the other two, implying the flight attendant's "big white rabbits" were not small.

The cabin echoed with laughter.

There was a male flight attendant standing nearby.

Seeing this, he couldn't hold back either and was about to step forward.

The yellow-haired fellow suddenly pointed at the male flight attendant and said in broken Mandarin, "Hey, I, guest, you hit me, get lost!"

Hearing this,

fear appeared on the face of the male flight attendant.

The yellow-haired fellow felt triumphant.

He laughed boastfully with the other two.

The laughter was in full swing.

A smack suddenly rang out on his face.

The yellow-haired fellow, stunned, glanced around and saw Dirk Carter standing in front of him.

"You, what are you doing, hitting me? Go to hell!"

The yellow-haired fellow got angry.

He swung a punch towards Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter tilted his head slightly and easily dodged it.

The punch landed on the airplane seat instead, causing the yellow-haired fellow to grimace in pain.

Another guy in a bright red baseball jacket

started yelling in an unknown language.

His gestures seemed to be asking the flight attendant to call the police.

"Apologize!"

Dirk Carter ignored them completely.

He coldly demanded of the three.

The yellow-haired fellow babbled in his language,

probably realizing Dirk Carter didn't understand,

and continued in broken Mandarin, "I, and Veridian, hit me, you're dead, you Veridians..."

At this point,

he first gave a thumbs-up.

Then,

he turned his fist,

pointing the thumb down to the ground.

Provocation.

This was blatant provocation.

These few foreigners didn't take Veridians seriously at all.

The economy class onlookers were indignant.

They started hurling insults at the three foreigners.

The three foreigners weren't afraid in the least,

still wearing expressions of arrogance.

"I said, apologize!"

Dirk Carter reiterated, pointing at the bullied flight attendant.

The yellow-haired fellow slapped his own cheek and said, "Not apologizing, foreigners don't apologize to Veridians, dream on!"

Seeing his firm attitude,

Dirk Carter nodded slightly.

Suddenly, he moved.

He patted the yellow-haired fellow's shoulder, gripping it as his fingers started to exert force.

The yellow-haired fellow instinctively wanted to strike back,

but suddenly, the strength seemed to drain from his body.

The pain in his shoulder swiftly spread throughout his body.

He went limp like a pile of mud.

His facial expression twisted along with his body.

Seeing this, the other two

quickly moved in on Dirk Carter.

But Dirk was prepared.

One of them threw a punch.

Dirk caught it mid-air,

rendering that person immobile.

Then, with a forceful push, he sent that person into the other one.

The two crashed into each other and stumbled to the ground.

"Apologize!"

Dirk Carter shouted again.

The yellow-haired fellow, whose shoulder was being gripped, finally couldn't hold on any longer, his knees were about to hit the floor when a loud shout erupted: "What are you doing, stop it!"

Everyone turned toward the cabin door.

Three airport police officers had appeared.

The flight crew must have called the police.

The police had arrived.

Dirk Carter released his grip.

One of the police officers rushed over and held up the yellow-haired fellow.

The leading officer

looked at Dirk Carter and said, "You, pack up your things and get off the plane with us."

"What about them?"

Dirk Carter asked.

The officer replied impatiently, "Just do as you're told, why so many questions, you were the one who hit someone, not them."

Upon hearing this,

Dirk Carter was taken aback.

"Is it just because they're foreigners?" he asked.

"Don't bullshit me, hurry up and leave!"

The police officer, clearly incensed,

spoke to Dirk Carter unfriendly.

With police backing him up,

the yellow-haired fellow regained his spirit.

He made a face at Dirk Carter and flipped the middle finger provocatively.

Dirk Carter glanced at him,

then at the police officer.

He nodded slightly and suddenly punched towards the yellow-haired fellow's nose.

A loud smack sounded.

The yellow-haired fellow dropped to the ground,

blood pouring from his nostrils.

Lying on the ground, he felt his bloody, sticky nose, and instantly started wailing loudly.

The police officer was outraged,

never expecting Dirk Carter to punch someone right in front of him.

Pointing at Dirk, he yelled to the other officers, "Cuff him, arrest him immediately, he's out of control."

With a click,

Dirk Carter was handcuffed.

Still unsatisfied,

Dirk Carter, with the handcuffs on his wrists,

kicked the yellow-haired guy, yelling, "Look down on Veridians, I'll beat the crap out of you."

"Take him away, quickly!"

The police officer shouted.

As Dirk Carter was about to be taken away,

all of a sudden,

a passenger from first class shouted, "Officer, wait a minute!"

Everyone turned to see.

It was a middle-aged man in sportswear,

looking very refined and about fifty years old.

"What's the matter?"

The police officer frowned and asked.

The middle-aged man asked, "Aren't you supposed to be protecting the interests of Veridian citizens first? Everyone on the plane saw it, it was these three foreigners bullying our fellow Veridian, how can you get on the plane and arrest our own people without questioning? Justice should not yield to injustice, isn't that a basic principle?"

"Who are you? Stop meddling in things that don't concern you."

The officer pointed at the middle-aged man and shouted.

Unfazed, the middle-aged man

got out of his seat,

walked directly to the officer,

took a document from his pocket, and handed it to the officer.

The officer, skeptical, opened it.

He stood there, as if electrocuted, frozen to the spot.

His hand seemed to rise as if to salute,

before being patted down by the middle-aged man.

Smiling, he asked, "Everyone on the plane can vouch for this young man, he didn't hit anyone, it was just these foreigners who fell and hit the seat, isn't that right, everyone?"

"Yes, we'll testify."

"Yes, we all saw it."

The crowd chimed in.

It was obvious they wanted to protect Dirk Carter.

The police officer looked embarrassed,

since the matter involved foreigners.

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