Chapter ninety two

Adrian connected the heel of his palm, against his face, and dragged it to his chin. Sometimes, the system gave him ridiculous tasks. He was certain that the system didn’t mean for him to pick anybody to credit that amount.

It was certainly someone who was in need of it. How was he going to know anyone who was in need of it? Even the wealthy who was going bankrupt, but still dressed well, could be in need of it.

“Damn! I hope this won’t be the death of me.” He uttered under his breath.

Then he started the car, and drove off to the nearest bank. On getting to that bank, he looked around. Everyone was busy with different activities, and he had to place both hands on his waist.

He had to go close to the attendants who were attending to customers, to know if there was anyone in need, or in problem, but all he could see and hear were big deals.

“There’s literally no one with a visible problem, here. How do I find that one person who would be in need of money?” he spoke, almost feeling frus