Marvel: Gambling and having tea with the Ancient One

Seeing that Su Rui didn't respond, Ramada gently pushed Su Rui a few times to remind her.

"Ah! I know." Su Rui responded as if he had just woken up from a dream.

After hearing this, T'Chaka's face looked much better. Although he was a little rebellious, he was not stupid at all, and he did not continue to refuse to go to the Stark Group.

"You all go out, T'Challa stays here."

Su Rui bowed to Ramada and slowly withdrew. The conversation that followed was not something they should listen to, and they also needed to prepare to leave.

T'Challa walked slowly to the window and looked at the scenery outside with his hands behind his back. He did not speak immediately. T'Challa stood behind him with his head lowered and waited quietly.

"Do you think it's useless to be a father?"

T'Challa was stunned and didn't dare to speak. He had similar thoughts in his mind, but how could he admit it?

"Haha..." T'Chaka didn't hear T'Challa's reply, how could he not know what he was thinking? After all, he is his own child, and he can tell what he wants to do just by looking at him.

"That's why I asked you to learn from me. The king of Wakanda doesn't just do whatever he wants."

"Yes, father" T'Challa lowered his head and responded, still not saying anything else.

"You're really naughty. You're much stronger than me, but you're just too immature." T'Chaka turned around and patted him on the shoulder.

"You know why Wakanda is hiding? Answer me."

"Because... afraid that other countries will be jealous and covet you?" T'Challa replied hesitantly.

"That's right, Wakanda is too rich. It lacks nothing in technological wealth but people. Once it shows up, it will inevitably attract the covetous attention of other countries. If one country can block it, two countries can block it. How can it block more? ?”

"We are not invincible, we just owe it to our ancestors." T'Chaka said with some emotion.

"Then...do you hate that person?"

"Hate? It would be a lie to say that you don't hate, but I don't have the right to hate, and neither do you, because we are not as strong as others. If he wants to kill us, he will hardly have to pay a high price. Maybe relying on our weapons can make him suffer some losses. .”

"Then what happens next? Wakanda is going to be exterminated when he is angry? What's the use? You have to be soft when you need to be soft. It's not shameful. What's shameful is that you don't even have a chance to be soft, kid..."

T'Chaka walked to the side shelf and poured a glass of wine. He rarely drank, but today was a special occasion.

After taking a few sips of wine, T'Chaka also opened up his chatterbox. He wanted his son, T'Challa, the future king of Wakanda, to learn a good lesson.

"Hahaha, there is no need to hate Wang Mo. We have done this wrong in the first place, otherwise I would not easily accept soft compensation. Although I am older, my blood is still there." T'Chaka laughed.

"It's bound to be the stronger one, and it's the party that's in the wrong, so there's nothing to say. After World War II, Germany's compensation has not been fully paid yet, and it's almost bankrupted. Isn't it very similar to what we have now?"

"But..." T'Challa wanted to say something, but was stopped by T'Chaka.

He knew what T'Challa wanted to say. He wanted to say that Wakanda was not that weak or something like that. Having confidence in one's own country was a good thing, but being blindly confident was stupid.

"It's normal that you don't understand how powerful Wang Mo is. After you inherit the throne, you will know how powerless your father is today." T'Chaka looked much older.

This feeling of being unable to resist made Emperor T'Challa, who had been proud all his life, extremely disappointed. He once thought he was the strongest person in the world.

"He...is really that strong?" T'Challa looked at T'Chaka in disbelief. He thought his father was the strongest person.

"Snapped!"

A hard slap hit T'Challa on the face. T'Challa looked at his father in confusion, unable to understand why he was slapped.

"Stupid! Ignorance is not your fault, but being ignorant and self-righteous is a big mistake!" T'Chaka roared at T'Challa as angry as a lion.

"I'll have someone give that information to you as soon as I read it. Have you read it!?"

"I...I didn't look carefully." T'Challa didn't dare to lie. He just took a cursory glance and put it down.

"Pa!" Another loud slap, this time harder, T'Challa was knocked to the ground directly, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

T'Chaka's chest heaved violently, his head felt dizzy, and he almost fell to the ground.

He didn't expect that the son he had high hopes for would be so miserable and didn't even read such important information. No wonder he dared to yell at Wang Mo at that time.

"In the Battle of New York, he roared to death hundreds of civilians, soldiers, and police. There was no specific number of Chitauri who died. Do you think he is strong now?"

T'Challa, who had just stood up after hearing this, was stunned on the spot.

"Then...Beautiful Country didn't bother him? He openly opened a hotel there?"

After saying that, T'Challa realized that he had said the wrong thing. Isn't it obvious? I asked another stupid question, and it looked like I was going to get beaten again.

T'Chaka closed his eyes tightly and sighed slowly. It seems that T'Challa still needs to experience, he is still too immature now, and such a king will bring disaster to Wakanda.

"Forget it...I don't blame you either, you're still young."

"Father, I was wrong..."

T'Chaka turned his back to T'Challa and waved his hand, motioning for him to go down without saying anything more.

T'Challa sighed secretly. He disappointed his father so much that he had to turn around and leave.

T'Chaka silently took out his cell phone and dialed the number he never wanted to call again.

"Hey?"

"It's me, Mr. Wang Mo. I've already taken care of it. Shu Rui will report to Stark Group tomorrow at the latest. At that time, the initial ten tons of vibranium and heart-shaped grass will be brought with him." Tchaka said deeply. He took a few breaths and said.

Wang Mo didn't say anything and hung up directly, which also made T'Chaka breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that the crisis was over, and his silence was the best proof.

"I hope the Black Panther God and my ancestors won't blame me after I die." T'Chaka put away the phone and couldn't help but sigh.

…………

Inside the hotel.

Wang Mo hung up the phone and looked at the ceiling, wondering what he was thinking.

"Sir, I don't think you are happy."

Wang Mo was stunned. He didn't expect that the count was now so humane and could actually understand people's emotions.

"I'm not very happy. T'Chaka is so flexible that he just gave in without saying anything. This kind of person would be the most terrifying if he became an enemy."

"Then sir, why did you choose not to eliminate it directly?" There was a hint of doubt in the earl's voice.

He can't understand too complex emotions, he just analyzes the data and kills it as the best way to deal with it.

"It's normal that you don't understand. You still need to learn. It's okay if they don't hate me. It would be better if they hate me." Wang Mo smiled, but his smile was very cruel.

"Sir, why is that?"

"Because negative emotions such as anger and hatred will cause them to want revenge. Since they can't do it now, they will develop weapons crazily. If I do it by then, it will all be mine, and they will not pose a threat to me anyway."

"So that's it?" The earl was still a little confused, but he didn't say anything. If he were personified, the earl should be taking notes in a small notebook.

"Don't worry, learn slowly through the Internet, and you will understand naturally in the future." Wang Mo waved his hand. For intelligent AI, human emotions are too difficult.

"Okay, sir." The earl's voice disappeared completely. He must have gone to study online.

Wang Mo thought for a while and still should go find Tony. After all, the heart-shaped grass is quite good and let him study it with some snacks.

Opening the portal, Wang Mo stepped in.

"Damn, why are you here again?" Tony held his forehead helplessly. He really didn't want to see Wang Mo, at least not today.

"I can't come yet?" Wang Mo looked at Tony in surprise.

"..." Tony was speechless. Did I say it couldn't be useful? Even pretending to be innocent...

Zhao Helen, who was on the side, looked at the two of them like a bunch of people eating melons, with bright eyes. This kind of thing didn't happen often.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Su Rui will be here tomorrow at the latest. Ask her to help you study the heart-shaped grass. You can even put nanotechnology aside for a while." Wang Mo looked at Tony seriously.

"Heart-shaped grass? What is that?" Tony stopped making trouble, but he had never heard of heart-shaped grass.

"A mutated plant, the effect is similar to the super soldier serum Steve drank, but it only works on Wakandan color. You should study it carefully. If you can crack it by then, you will understand."

Hearing this, Tony's eyes suddenly lit up. Good thing. If he just gave it a little bit, wouldn't it be able to 'conquer' Little Pepper? Turning over and becoming the master is just around the corner!

"Okay, okay, I know, I will definitely study it for him!" Tony's whole body was excited, and the movements of his hands were much faster.

The corners of Wang Mo's eyes twitched a few times, and he didn't get the point of Tony's excitement at all.