The immortals stared blankly at the line of large text drifting across the screen, finding it rather amusing. With Shen Shi constantly fanning the flames from the sidelines, more and more bullet comments began floating across the screen.
"Britain's Operator isn't up to much."
"Our own country's Operator is much easier on the eyes."
"Say, is 'Jack the Ripper' really her husband?"
"Get on with it already. We can't wait."
"Are you single, streamer?"
This anonymous way of posting comments seemed to have struck a chord with the immortals. Everyone could speak freely without worrying about their status.
Before long, all sorts of small gifts and tips came pouring in as well, leaving the Voice Transmitters scrambling to keep up. Du Yu had arranged for these Voice Transmitters with special abilities the night before. They kept casting spells to display images and text on the screen, working themselves into a frenzy.
Meanwhile, Du Yu and the others inside the legend knew nothing of this.
The woman named Lizzie stared at Du Yu for a long time, seemingly trying to make sense of what he had said.
"Well? Do we have a deal?" Du Yu asked. "Yes or no, give us a straight answer. We like to keep our business clean and brisk. Don't haggle, and we won't rip you off."
"Well... all right." Lizzie nodded slightly. She had never expected the man in the hat before her to be so persuasive. He had won her over in just a few sentences.
"Done." Du Yu turned to Chada. "Hurry up and tell 'Mrs. Jack' what you know."
"Sir." Chada sounded displeased. "I hope this is the last time. Next time, I won't need your help."
"I don't want to help, either. I'm just worried the audience won't stand you dragging your