The immortals in front of the screen froze for a moment. Was he talking to them?
"I've already sent your Controller to London in 1993. I know he speaks neither English nor the language of magic. In theory, only I can help him return. If you want him back in China, I'll need a good price."
Dong Qianqiu inwardly cried out in alarm. She had felt something was strange from the start. Had Chada really been putting on an act all along?
The immortals had no idea what to do either. They silently looked toward the Queen Mother of the West in the front row. Her face showed a trace of anger, as though she had suffered an unspeakable humiliation, while the Weaver Girl beside her kept trying to soothe her.
"This Dowager wishes to speak to her," the Queen Mother of the West said.
Dong Qianqiu immediately said something to a Voice Transmitter, who came over to the Queen Mother of the West and said:
"Your Majesty, take my hand, and you'll be able to speak to the person inside the legend."
The Queen Mother of the West nodded slightly and took the Voice Transmitter's wrist, then said coolly, "Operator from Britain, what do you want?"
"Oh? You must be the esteemed Queen Mother of the West. Someone paid me to kill your country's Controller. If you can offer me more money, I'll discuss this business with you."
"Hmph." The Queen Mother of the West was clearly angry, but she suppressed her fury and asked, "How much do you want?"
"I want valuables worth ten million pounds," Chada said.
The Queen Mother of the West frowned slightly and asked the Weaver Girl beside her, "How much is that?"
"At the current exchange rate, one pound is worth eight to