Harvey York’s Rise to Power

Harvey’S gaze turned cold instantly.
Based on his personality, he wasn’t the type to cause any conflict with others for no reason. However, the man's actions had enraged him completely.
"I bought a business-class seat. Of course I can stay here," he said, glaring at the man.
"You break my things, then tell me to leave?
"You should’ve checked the mirror to see if you even have the right to say that first! I’ll give you a chance right now. Pick up my thingsand apologize, then I’ll let you off the hook."
"You want me to apologize?” The man froze, and was about to slap Harvey in the face. "I told you to leave!”
Slap!
Before the man could swing his palm, Harvey had already slapped him in the face.

A loud slap was heard, and the man stumbled back. A bright red palm print could be seen clearly on his face.
"You bastard! How dare you hit me?!"
The man unbuttoned his top, about to pull out a machete.
"Behave yourself, Benson!" the beautiful woman suddenly exclaimed.
"This is personal business! It’s not right to chase the innocents away!
“Are you planning to hurt someone else because of this?
"This is simply inappropriate! Pick up that man’s things and apologize this instant!”
Benson's expression changed. A gentle expression appeared on his face.
He glared furiously at Harvey, then picked up the luggage and dropped it resentfully beside Harvey.
"I’m sorry!” he said, but he showed Harvey a deathly glare.
His apology wasn't sincere at all...
Had it been sincere, Harvey wasn't going to push the situation further. However, he could tell that this man, Benson, looked close to killing him.
"Kneel before you apologize,” he demanded coldly. "Haven’t your parents taught you any manners? Or is it your nature to behave so terribly in the first place?”
"You bastard! You're telling me to kneel when I'm already apologizing?!”