The multimedia conference room at Q Base was silent as the grave.
In the upper right corner of the wall-sized LCD screen read 'Video Conference' in bold characters.
The entire situation at the Imperial Capital Airplane Command Center was displayed on the large screen, within plain view.
"The criminals have made a demand, asking for fifty billion M coins to be transferred to their account. If we don't respond within five minutes, they will kill a hostage," Yang Qing's anxious voice emanated from the screen.
Standing before the conference table, Xi Jiu's face was stern, his dark eyes fathomless.
"Agree to their demands," he said.
Yang Qing was startled, "Master Xi, that's fifty billion M coins! We..."
"Agree to their demands!" Xi Jiu commanded coldly, "I will handle the money issue; do as I say."
Yang Qing felt a chill from the man's icy voice.
He nodded involuntarily and instructed his subordinates to send a message to the airplane.
