The Strongest Abandoned Master In City

For a man who thinks he's rich, has a luxury car, and has billions of dollars, it's unforgivable not to be taken seriously in first class airplanes.    

    

This middle-aged man must have thought so, so he went crazy.    

    

He was a platinum member of the aviation company, and he had to travel between Shang Hai and Beijing at least twice a week. He was the first to go through the VIP channel, and he was the first to board the plane. Of course, he chose the best seat.    

    

However, he felt that he had been looked down upon today.    

    

For someone of his status, being looked down upon was equivalent to being humiliated, and being insulted was courting death.    

    

The middle-aged man felt that his status and wealth were enough for him to do whatever he wanted, whether it was in the capital or Shang Hai.    

    

Therefore, for someone who could do whatever he wanted, it was a very serious matter to be treated differently on a plane.    

    

He had already taken a fancy to the first-class flight attendant on today's flight. This girl had a big chest, a big waist, and a small butt. She was so tall that she would come and hook up with him for no reason. With his own wealth, how could he not bring her out for fun when he got off the plane?    

    

However, she simply ignored him. Instead, she offered her hospitality to a sickly gigolo beside her.    

    

In this way, the anger and jealousy in the middle-aged man's heart exploded in an instant.    

    

Hearing the middle-aged man scold someone, Yang Qiu only frowned. He wanted strong liquor, not drink it. It was because he was seriously injured and the strong liquor could help him disinfect. He only had a few kinds of pills in his hands, but he did not refine them to treat external injuries. Even if he was an Immortal cultivator, this kind of external injuries would recover ten times faster than ordinary people. However, he would need at least half a month of recuperation before he could recover.    

    

"Sir, I'm really sorry, we don't provide strong liquor. This Sir is in a special situation, please forgive us!"    

    

The stewardess stood in front of the middle-aged man and said with a red face.    

    

"What kind of f * cking special situation? Is her period coming or what? I think you want to date that pretty boy, right? "    

    

The flight attendant's face was flushed red. A trace of anger flashed across her heart, but she did not dare to show it on her face:    

    

"Sir, I'm sorry. Other than strong liquor, if you need anything, I can satisfy you?"    

    

The stewardess was probably confused by the middle-aged man's words. After saying this, she felt that something was wrong.    

    

As expected, a smile flashed across the middle-aged man's face. However, there was a hint of lust in his eyes:    

    

"Hehe, anything can satisfy me? Miss, can you accompany me for a meal after getting off the plane? Don't worry, the price is up to you. "    

    

" You. . . ! "    

    

The stewardess was so angry that her chest heaved up and down. Her originally full chest seemed to be even bigger, causing the middle-aged man's eyeballs to almost fall out.    

    

"Hehe, Miss, how is it? Think about it? I won't treat you unfairly. "    

    

The air stewardess uniform on this flight was similar to a qipao. The air stewardess's police officer was tied up high, making his neck appear especially slender. The uniform tightly wrapped around his body, making him look really plump and perky. The willow leaves were slender waist, drawing a shocking curve on her body. In addition to the air stewardess's attitude, she spoke softly. She also carried an indescribable charm and charm. No wonder this middle-aged man had a lecherous heart.    

    

Yang Qiu turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, then put down the whiskey in his hand. He looked at the flight attendant again and endured the pain in his chest. He coughed and called out to her.    

    

"Miss, come here!"    

    

Tears welled up in the flight attendant's eyes. When she heard Yang Qiu call out to her from behind, she immediately turned around and walked over. She lowered her head and said with a red face,    

    

"Sir, what do you need?"    

    

"Will he stop messing around if I pour him a glass of wine?"    

    

The stewardess lowered her head and seemed to be in a dilemma:    

    

"Maybe. "    

    

"Then pour him a glass. If he makes things difficult for you again, I'll help you deal with him. Don't worry, he won't dare to cause trouble for you. "    

    

The stewardess was delighted. This sickly big shot's words were really interesting. She almost burst out laughing.    

    

"Got it. "    

    

She turned around with a red face and said something to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man instantly became angry. He directly stood up from his seat and said angrily:    

    

"Do I need charity when I drink? Get lost. Get your chief flight attendant here. I want to file a complaint against you! "    

    

Sister Kong was so angry that tears streamed down her face. At this moment, the chief flight attendant, who had been watching from behind, immediately walked over and consoled her.    

    

"Sir, please take your seat back. If you need anything, we will try our best to satisfy you. "    

    

"Satisfy your mother? Do you know who I am? The CEO of your aviation company has to be polite when he sees me. Who do you think you are? Get lost. "    

    

Yang Qiu could not stand it any longer. He turned his head to look at the middle-aged man and said lightly:    

    

"This one, don't be so impetuous. You can easily offend others. "    

    

The middle-aged man was waiting for him. He sneered and looked at him coldly.    

    

"Who the hell are you? It's not that there's someone at home? "    

    

"Someone?"    

    

Yang Qiu thought for a moment and said with certainty.    

    

"Of course there is someone. Otherwise, can I sit in first class?"    

    

"Hehe, kid, don't cause trouble for your family, okay? In front of me, your backer, can he still be considered a person? Look at your short-lived life, I think you must be tired of living, right?"    

    

No matter what he said, this sentence had infuriated Yang Qiu.    

    

An obscure killing intent flashed across his body. He glanced at the reckless guy and said in an indifferent tone.    

    

"Words of virtue. "    

    

"What the f * ck does my accumulation of virtue have to do with you? Accumulating virtue or not, what the f * ck does it have to do with you? Who the f * ck do you think you are?"    

    

The middle-aged man was furious and rushed towards Yang Qiu. The stewardess and the chief flight attendant were so scared that they hurriedly covered their chests and took two steps back. The two air police behind them were also alarmed. The entire flight knew that the pale-faced young man on the plane today was a very important person. If he was hurt by any accident, then something big would happen.    

    

The middle-aged man who pounced in front of Yang Qiu raised his palm and waved it at Yang Qiu's face. Everyone was shocked, but the man's hand was only halfway up when it was put down again.    

    

The moment he made his move, he seemed to have felt a cold chill. The cold qi seemed to have come from hell, causing his entire body to tremble.    

    

"Don't be so angry. Go back and sit down obediently. Don't use your sense of superiority and identity to belittle others. Otherwise, I don't know if you can keep your identity, status, and wealth. "    

    

Yang Qiu's words were very calm, but everyone in the first class cabin heard it clearly. That kind of confident tone and attitude was even more shocking.    

    

The stewardess with an excellent figure suddenly thought of something and her face suddenly turned red. She lowered her head and stole a glance at Yang Qiu, but quickly buried her head in her chest.