The Son-in-law Dominance

The Mid-air Brawl

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On an international flight.

At an altitude of ten thousand meters.

"You old man, for heaven's sake, why are you bringing ashes on the plane? If you don't want to live, don't drag us into it."

Curses echoed from the first-class cabin, pulling Ken's thoughts back to reality.

Turning his head, he saw the overweight man in the adjacent seat hurling insults.

With a Mediterranean hairstyle and a bulky physique, the man resembled a ball of flesh squeezed into the chair.

The person being insulted was the elderly father of Ken's comrade.

In his twilight years, with white hair, he was on this flight specifically to bring his comrade's ashes back to their hometown.

"You old piece of crap, wandering around with an urn, don't you want to live? Get lost!"

Not only did the overweight man mock and insult, but he also shoved the comrade's father to the ground.

"Sorry, sorry."

The comrade's father nodded apologetically, humbly apologizing while tightly cradling his son's ashes, afraid of any mishap.

"Apologies won't do. Don't you know this is an airplane? Bringing a dead person on board. I'll let you carry him, let you carry him!"

Growing angrier with each insult, the overweight man even started physically assaulting the elderly man.

Passengers, witnessing the arrogance of the overweight man, dared not speak up.

Beside the overweight man was a young woman, old enough to be his daughter.

She wore heavy makeup, exuding extreme allure, and her overpowering perfume filled the entire plane.

At this moment, she pressed her body against the overweight man, cheering him on.

"I heard the Titanic sank because of dead people. This old man carrying ashes on the plane deserves to be beaten. Beat him well, and slap him a couple of times for me!"

The overweight man raised his hand, flaunting a mechanical gold watch on his wrist, arrogantly declaring:

"You old man, utterly ignorant of the rules. Bringing a dead person on a plane. Today, even if I beat you to death, you won't die in vain!"

But just as he was about to swing his hand, a pair of hands firmly gripped his wrist.

"Who's that?"

Enraged, the overweight man turned abruptly, facing a pair of eyes as deadly as a killing machine.

Ken Buckle's eyes were bloodshot, filled with raging fury.

Soldiers risking their lives, defending their homeland, facing the brutality of war, preparing for a peaceful rest in death, should not be subjected to such humiliation.

Ken Buckle, furious, didn't hesitate. He slapped the overweight man hard across the face.

The forceful slap left a bright red imprint, instantly swelling half of the man's face.

The glamorous woman widened her eyes, screaming:

"Why are you hitting people! Who gave you the right to hit people!"

"Hitting people? I'm capable of killing!"

Ken Buckle clenched his fist and struck the overweight man's face again.

"Look down on soldiers, insult their spirits. Can soldiers be insulted by someone like you?"

The glamorous woman was stunned, retreating without daring to intervene.

At this moment, two people suddenly stood up from the adjacent seats, both robust individuals, likely skilled fighters, the overweight man's personal bodyguards.

"Stop!"

Shouting angrily, the two rushed forward. The first one received a direct punch to the face, blood splattering as he fell unconscious.

The other bodyguard, still bewildered, received a powerful kick from Ken Buckle, sending him flying more than ten meters into the economy class, breaking several ribs, and rendering him unconscious.

Ken was ruthless, dealing with the bodyguards before continuing to beat the overweight man, causing chaos on the entire plane.

Taking advantage of the situation, the glamorous woman checked on her boss.

"Daddy, daddy, are you okay?"

The overweight man gasped for breath, rubbing his bruised and swollen face, pointing at Ken's nose as he shouted:

"You bastard, dare to hit me! Do you know who I am? I am Marinopolis' Fat Master. You're dead! I'll kill you!"

The overweight man, a stubborn man who cried to his mother when beaten, couldn't grasp the reality. He displayed an air of invincibility, continuously hurling threats and insults.

"You dare hit me. Have you lived long enough? Wait for me after we land. Don't you dare leave. I'll kill you, you bastard!"

A brawl on an airplane couldn't be ignored by the cabin crew and air marshals. They rushed into the first-class cabin to mediate, but their attempts at diplomacy failed, turning this flight into a chaotic ordeal.

Ken remained silent, knowing that someone might end up dead once they landed.

Insulting an elderly father.

Such scoundrels shouldn't exist in the world.