Chapter 310: Returning to the Rightful Owner, Carlton's Helplessness!

Thanks to having learned the God-level Language skill, Chu Chen's English was almost devoid of any accent and was extremely authentic, allowing him to communicate with foreigners without any barriers.

Seeing Chu Chen so resolute, she did not immediately refuse, but hesitated for a moment and said:

"... Alright, please don't hang up."

A muffled voice came through the receiver, as if she were covering it while whispering complaints to a colleague nearby about some "strange call" or "magician in London."

The tens of seconds of waiting felt as long as several centuries to the audience in the square.

At this very moment, everyone stretched their necks, staring intently at Chu Chen and the phone in his hand, fearing they might miss any important details.

Compared to the anxiously waiting audience, Chu Chen was exceptionally calm and composed.

Before long, a voice finally came from the other end of the line, but it was no longer the female person-in-charge.

Instead, another, younger voice, filled with astonishment and disbelief, rang out; the speaker had also turned on the speakerphone, and the background was somewhat noisy:

"My God! Yes! The front desk did indeed just receive an express international package with no detailed sender address, only marked 'A Return from London'! We were just wondering... just now, only a few minutes ago, we opened it... inside... inside is actually that 'Athenian Owl' silver coin from the Ancient Greek period that we have always seen in our records and believed to have been lost overseas long ago! This is crazy! How... how did it suddenly appear here? The package records show it was just signed for!"

Boom!

The staff member's voice was like a drop of cold water hitting a scalding wok, causing Russell Square to completely explode!

Shocked screams, incredulous gasps, and fanatical applause erupted instantly, almost overturning the sky!

All previous doubts were shattered at this moment by this cross-border phone confirmation!

Amidst the boiling clamor, Chu Chen smiled at the phone: "Thank you for your confirmation. Returning to its rightful owner is its best destination. I wish you a pleasant day."

After speaking, he elegantly hung up the phone, then turned to the audience, spread his arms, and bowed deeply.

The sunlight spilled onto him, as if draping him in a mysterious halo.

At this moment, he was no longer just a magician, but more like a magical messenger capable of warping space and creating miracles.

The silver coin's journey home became an irrefutable legend at this moment!

Immediately after, Chu Chen continued: "Thank you all for your applause, but as I said before, this was just an appetizer; the main event is still to come... Next, let's strike while the iron is hot and see which country the next lucky artifact will come from?"

As his words fell, he repeated the same steps as before, took out the golden lottery box, and invited a selected audience member to the stage to choose an artifact to return home.

Just like that, in less than half an hour, more than a dozen artifacts had returned to their previous countries of origin!

Throughout this entire process, Russell Square experienced an unprecedented state of boiling excitement!

All kinds of screams and applause rose wave after wave.

And the British Museum, as the scene of the incident, was even more intense!

As one treasure after another vanished into thin air within the display cases, the tourists on-site went completely crazy!

At this moment, inside the surveillance room!

It was so quiet that one could hear the faint hum of the machines running.

In front of the large screen, Carlton's eyes—which had watched surveillance screens for over a decade without ever missing a detail—were now wide open!

He never dreamed that Chu Chen could just casually snap his fingers, causing those artifacts lying in the display cases to completely vanish into thin air, only to return intact to their previous countries of origin?

There was no shattered glass, no blaring alarms, and not even the infrared grid had flickered once.

Its disappearance had no warning at all, as if the object had never existed there in the first place!

"This is impossible..." Carlton opened his mouth, his voice as dry as sandpaper rubbing against wood.

He leaned forward subconsciously, his forehead almost touching the cold screen, as if that would allow him to see through the bizarre magic trick.

His hand moved instinctively toward the control console, wanting to switch cameras to find a flaw, but his fingers hovered in mid-air, forgetting which button to press.

At this very moment, the set of procedures he had run for over a decade to deal with various emergencies was like a formatted hard drive—completely blank!

Behind Carlton, a young security guard who had recently joined was standing with his mouth agape, his half-finished coffee cup tilted, dark brown liquid dripping onto his pants and the clean floor, yet he was completely unaware.

"Boss... th-this, what is going on?"

At this time, an experienced veteran team member nearby muttered, his voice carrying a tremor he himself hadn't noticed.

He rubbed his eyes hard and looked at the footage from different angles on the auxiliary screens—the result was the same; these artifacts had simply vanished into thin air.

Carlton did not answer.

Because he could not answer this question either.

At this moment, he only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his scalp, making his skin crawl!

He had been in this line of work for seventeen years, had seen the most brilliant thieves, and had cracked the most intricate mechanisms; he was confident that no means in this world could take things away silently under his system!

But the scene before his eyes completely exceeded his scope of understanding.

This was not a magic trick at all; it was simply like... magic.

Another burly security guard stood up abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping against the floor with a harsh sound.

"Ghost! It's a ghost!"

He had a loud voice, but it sounded somewhat weak now, "Mr. Carlton, I think we need to contact the Special Weapons and Tactics Team immediately to stop all this; we absolutely cannot let him keep doing this."

Carlton's mind was a tangled mess.

He didn't know what to do either.

Even if the Special Weapons and Tactics Team were dispatched, what could they do?

Arrest that Chu Chen?

On what grounds?

They watched with their own eyes as things disappeared, yet all sensors showed everything was normal!

Where was the evidence?

How could they prove that these things disappeared because of him?

He watched Chu Chen on the live broadcast, looking like someone taking a stroll in his own backyard—relaxed and casual!

At this moment, their room full of so-called most professional security personnel could only stand there as if under a paralysis spell, watching helplessly through this cold screen.

Carlton felt his throat tighten and swallowed with difficulty, but it did nothing to relieve that thirst.

He stared fixedly at the screen, his lips moved, but in the end, he could not issue any order.

Carlton was completely stunned, with only one thought spiraling wildly in his mind:

"This Chu Chen, how on earth did he do it? These missing cultural relics... why would they return to their own country in just a few short seconds?"

Right now, an unprecedented, almost absurd sense of powerlessness was completely drowning him, an experienced veteran.

He had not only lost the cultural relics, but along with them, he had also lost the common sense and self-confidence he had relied on for over a decade!