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Chapter 957 Does Anybody Have Any Objections
Chapter 957 Does Anybody Have Any Objections
Though a person armed with a gun possessed a great advantage in combat, they were also vulnerable from a certain perspective.
As he faced Benson, it looked as if Donald was not the least bit concerned about any threat posed to him.
Armed with a gun, a man's first instinct was to hold on to it at all costs. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
That meant that Benson's right hand would be clenched around his weapon and was thus prevented from forming a fist or anything else to strike Donald.
“She already told you that money is for her mother's medical treatment. How could you be so heartless? Do you not have a mother?”
D*mn, has this kid lost his mind? Not only did he snatch my gun, but he also dared claim that I don't have a mother!
Benson gritted his teeth. “You'd better not meddle in things that don't concern you, kid. Do you have any idea what happened to the last person who did?”
Donald looked at Benson, his lips spreading into a grin. “Do you know what happened to the last person who spoke to me like this?”
Benson was just about to show Donald a thing or two to establish dominance when out of nowhere, Donald swung his right foot lightly, and Benson felt as if his calf had been struck by a sledgehammer.
Crack!
It snapped with a sickening crunch.
Bang!
Castiel fired a shot at Donald.
At the moment Castiel fired his gun, Donald tilted his head just in time to dodge the bullet.
Before Castiel could fire a second shot, Donald pulled Benson in front of him, effectively blocking Castiel's line of fire.
The sequence was so smooth that it left Castiel completely astounded.
Suddenly, Roddy realized that Donald was not as simple as he first appeared.
“We can talk this through, sir. I'm sure there's no need to resort to violence.”
With a gentlemanly demeanor, Roddy addressed Donald, “You offered me your drink, and I am very grateful for that. So, in consideration of that gesture, we can forgo this lady's money.”
Everybody else on the plane was outraged upon hearing Roddy's proclamation.
“Why does she get to keep her money so easily? We've worked hard for our money, too.”
“Exactly. Are you letting her keep her money just because she's a flight attendant?”
The other passengers on the plane had only been silent because Roddy had a gun in his hand, and fear of it had suppressed their anger.
Roddy's offer to let Eileen keep her money effectively stirred up a hornet's nest, further complicating the entire situation.
With a grim scowl, Roddy turned and shot the person sitting next to him.
The sight of fresh blood snapped them back to reality and reminded them who was in control.
Roddy turned to the other passengers. “I've decided not to rob this gentleman and this lady. Does anybody have any objections?”
A dead silence rang through the cabin following Roddy's question.
“It seems everyone agrees with my approach. Excellent.”
Then, Roddy turned back to Donald. “Could you please let my man go now, sir?”
Surprisingly, Donald obliged and released his hostage.
Benson, with his broken finger, broke free and immediately raised his gun.
No sooner had he lifted his right hand than Roddy strode over and slapped him hard across the face.
“Captain—”
Roddy grabbed Benson by the collar. “You imbecile! Die alone if you want, but don't drag the rest of us down with you. This is not someone you can mess with. Do you understand? Give him a wide berth, or you'll be the first one I shoot!”
Benson could not comprehend why Roddy was suddenly so enraged.
However, he was well aware of what Roddy was capable of, so despite his resentment toward Donald, he clenched his jaw and swallowed his anger.
“Are you all right?”
As soon as Donald helped Eileen up, she grabbed hold of him.
She was visibly shaken, and only Donald made her feel safe.