In the dark room, a middle-aged man walked to the table and opened his Skylink, receiving a call from four people at the time. They were the people who held the highest power in the four countries of Great Britain.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man was none other than the Fist Saint.
As soon as he received the call, he narrowed his eyes and muttered coldly, "I've heard the news. Did that old hag… really die?"
"It was your fault, Fist Saint! If not for you cooperating with that America's congressman, we wouldn't need to experience this massive loss!" England's Queen spoke, glaring at the Fist Saint.
"What do you mean it was my fault? It was her decision, not mine."
However, the other party didn't seem to be planning to listen to him as the queen continued, "We've decided to send them some money for recuperation, and you're going to be responsible for taking care of the problem."
