In the conference room, the many elders of the Tribal Council of Elders wore ugly expressions. Anyone whose home had been invaded like this, then had flaws they refused to acknowledge—such as arrogance and complacency—pointed out to them, would find it hard to give Vivian a pleasant look.
Under the guise of cooperation, she was threatening to expose Wakanda, this hidden paradise of a nation, and giving Wakanda a show of force. The elders were filled with indignation.
Some even glared fiercely at Vivian's projection.
Though they were an isolated nation, they had never lacked the fierce courage of warriors. With spacecraft, weapons, and technology more advanced than those of any other nation on Earth, they dared to fight a magnificent war against anyone.
"Wakanda has never feared being exposed to the world. If you intend to threaten Wakanda with this, our warriors will not hesitate to throw their spears at you."
T'Chaka's dark face was filled with furious anger.
If possible, of course he did not want Wakanda exposed. After all, this isolation had been passed down by their ancestors.
But Wakanda could not let just any nobody threaten it and get whatever they wanted. If that were the case, they would rather be exposed than allow these revealers to live.
"Wakanda does not fear war, nor does it fear exposure!" The elders naturally understood their king's meaning. Their faces flushed with uncontrollable rage, and they collectively glared at Vivian as they shouted.
They could not compromise. Compromise would only bring endless demands.
"Good. You have spirit!" Vivian looked solemn and sincere, clearly admiring their backbone. She nodded seriously. "I'll grant your wish. I'll expose you on the world's internet right now."
Vivian thought they had guts, so she intended to make them defy their ancestors' decision and step