Inheritance of Two Trillion

Chapter 1555: Chapter 1324: The Nearly Furious Milos

Milos was gnashing her teeth, fierce and glaring at the curtain before her.

She desperately wanted to drag the man inside out and beat him up, or fetch a bucket of scalding hot water and splash it inside, making him grimace in pain, hop around screaming, and turn into a drenched chicken with burnt feathers!

Unfortunately, she couldn’t do the former, and the latter was even less feasible. noveldrama

On Milos’s smooth forehead, there remained a fingernail-sized red mark that hadn’t faded, burning with pain, which pulled her unrealistic fantasy back to reality, reminding her that the man inside was no easy adversary.

If she wasn’t careful, failing in retaliation was a small thing, she might truly get hurt.

Milos glanced at the black man sitting slumped to the side and got even angrier, stomping on him with her high heel without moderation, "Harrison! You useless trash, get up for me!"

The flight attendants on this plane had naturally long since seen that big man slumped in the aisle. Although unclear of the reason, under normal circumstances, they would have promptly come over to ask if anything was wrong and if assistance was needed. They would also stop the "rude behavior" of stomping other passengers.

After all, this was first class; the passenger is God.

But seeing it was Milos, they immediately cowered. Without being summoned, they dared not approach to provoke that woman.

Yes, the customer is God.

But this woman, she is the devil.

That black man, Harrison, was stomped hard twice by the high heel. Although not on vital spots, it still hurt, and after resting a while, he regained some composure and struggled to climb up.

Looking at the curtain before him, this black man’s eyes were full of apprehension.

Even a hint of barely noticeable trepidation.

What happened just now behind the curtain, only he knew.

In his view, that seemingly weak Asian was supposed to be dragged out by him and given a harsh lesson, but when the other person opened his eyes at the moment of being grabbed, he saw two sharp and bright eyes like blades.

Resembling some ancient fierce beast!

Immediately following that, even as a high-speed professional boxer, he felt dizzy, not even having time to defend.

The opponent’s attacks landed behind his ear and on his throat, all fragile areas, causing him to instantly lose combat power, and who knew what spot on his arm was struck, making his iron-like arms limp and powerless, turning noodle-like.

Finally, the opponent pressed his face and pushed him back.

Through blurred vision and ringing ears, Harrison clearly heard the opponent’s warning, that ethereal and cold voice sent chills down his spine—"Next time, it won’t be this cheap!"

Harrison once felt that he had never known what fear was.

But this time, he was truly afraid from the depths of his heart.

The opponent’s instantaneous strength was nearly crushing to him.

In Harrison’s mind, he couldn’t help but recall what his first coach, a very old man, once said to him—

"Never underestimate Asians, especially Huaxia people, never provoke them! Perhaps you’ll encounter a hundred weak individuals, but eventually, you’ll meet the one hundred and first strong man! He will teach you what Chinese Kung Fu means! Therefore, maintain your humility, especially towards Huaxia people!"

After Harrison’s fists "hardened," he had long tossed those words to the back of his mind, but today, at this moment, they resurfaced in his heart.

Now, Harrison cautiously looked at that curtain, eyes filled with reverence, and whispered to Milos in a tense voice, "Miss Milos, I think we better not provoke him lightly; this person knows Chinese Kung Fu!"

Knows Kung Fu? Milos was stunned at first, then became angrier.

I spent a fortune hiring you as my bodyguard only for you to tell me at such a crucial moment that he knows Kung Fu?

Milos angrily glared at Harrison and cursed in a low voice, "Trash! You embarrassed me! Quickly, go call two more people; I don’t believe he can fight three unless you’re all weak-handed women!"

"This isn’t good, we’re on a plane." Harrison looked troubled, unable to resist glancing at the distant flight crew.

"I know the owner of this airline; if anything happens, I’ll take responsibility!" Milos roared angrily.

Only then did Harrison nod in difficulty and prepare to call for help.

However, before he could leave, a big man stood up from a seat in front.

The man was very tall, very large, his gaze indifferent, and his expression icy.

He walked straight over, standing beside Bai Xiaosheng’s seat, also blocking Harrison’s path.

He was, of course, Lei Ying.

Lei Ying was close enough to clearly understand everything happening here.

"What do you intend to do to my boss?" Lei Ying’s voice was low, as if afraid of disturbing Bai Xiaosheng, but his tone was unapologetic, "I advise you to abandon your plans!"

Milos saw this big man was that hateful man’s subordinate, and he even dared to use a commanding tone to threaten her, she immediately became incredibly furious.

Harrison’s face also turned dark.

What, he’s being threatened by an Asian peer?

That one earlier was a Kung Fu master, and is this big guy one too?

When did Huaxia people all start knowing Kung Fu?!

This big guy, with these muscles, the possibility of him being a trained boxer is high!

Thinking of the boxing profession, Harrison’s confidence reignited, seeing this as a chance to restore his face for Miss Milos.