On the plane.
Fifteen minutes had passed since the criminals demanded a transfer of fifty billion M coins.
In another fifteen minutes, they would kill five passengers.
The air grew heavier, and many people were on the verge of emotional collapse.
Suddenly, a pained moan echoed through the cabin.
The white-haired old man taken as a hostage in the economy class clutched his chest in agony, his body sliding weakly downwards.
"Dad! Dad, what's wrong with you?!" The old man's son rushed to help but was kicked away by one of the criminals.
"My dad's having a heart attack, please let him go! I can be your hostage instead!"
Amid the man's pleading cries, the lips of the white-haired old man turned increasingly purple.
The criminal holding him frowned, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.
He slowly raised his gun, aiming at the old man's head.
"No! Don't kill my dad! Please! I'll kowtow to you!"
