Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 956 I Am Poor

All the accounts and assets under our name will be cracked just by entering the password of our bank account!

Upon learning that, many passengers on board the plane began to weep.

After all, for many of them, their money was the consequence of a lifetime of savings.

All of their hard work would have been in vain if it were to be taken away just like that.

Roddy did not stop them from crying. On the contrary, he seemed to relish the sight of tears.

He derived pleasure of being the strong preying on the weak.

The computer was passed down the aisles.

Though the process was slow, it was inevitable that everybody on the plane was going to end up penniless.

“Here you go. Enter your password, quickly.”

After a short while, the computer ended up in Donald's hands.

Without a second thought, Donald entered one of his bank account details into the computer.

After his input, the screen indicated that Donald only had one account, which contained a grand total of only fifty.

“D*mn it. Don't play games, kid!”

When he saw the page displayed on the screen, Benson's first reaction was utter disbelief.

How could someone with this amount left in their name possibly afford to fly?

Donald shrugged. “What? I always thought you bandits were all about robbing the rich to help the poor. You guys wouldn't discriminate against the poor, would you?”

Benson was amused by Donald's rhetoric.

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Just as Benson was about to threaten Donald with a gun, intending to give him a taste of what being robbed by a professional was like, Roddy walked over. “That's enough. Move on to the next one. Don't waste time.”

Roddy has always been aware of their priorities during their missions.

As long as they were not intentionally causing trouble, Roddy would not raise a finger against somebody like Donald.

What Roddy found peculiar, however, was just how calm Donald appeared to be.

It's as if hijacking a plane is child's play to him.

Suppressing his doubts, Roddy continued to oversee the transfer of funds.

When the computer was handed to Eileen, she nervously typed in her password several times, but each attempt resulted in an incorrect entry.

Smack!

Benson gave Eileen a vicious slap across the face.

“Stop playing games, you b*tch! You have one last chance. If you input the wrong password again, I'll send you to meet your maker!”

After uttering his threat, Benson pulled out a gun and pressed it against Eileen's temple.

With tears streaming down her face, Eileen pleaded, “Please don't rob me! My mother is still in the hospital undergoing surgery, and the money in my bank account is for the treatment to save her life. She won't stand a chance if you take it.”

The rest of the airline crew knew that Eileen had been working very hard of late.

As long as it was a shift she could take, Eileen would accept it and be off flying.

Even when she could not fly, Eileen would assist the ground crew with basic tasks to earn a little extra money.

Eileen's money was indeed hard-earned, but it did not matter to Benson and his comrades.

Benson grabbed Eileen by the hair. “Listen to me carefully: I don't care what you intended to do with this money, and your mother's fate is none of our concern. You have one last chance. Either enter the correct password, or I will send you to h*ll, where you can wait for your mother to join you.”

Benson pressed the barrel of his gun against Eileen's forehead.

“I'm going to count to three now. Three, two, one...”

The anticipated gunshot never sounded.

That was because when Benson counted down to one, Donald suddenly vanished from his seat before appearing beside the former.

With a deft twist of the robber's hand gripping the pistol, Donald snapped Benson's index finger.