"Are you leaving already?" T'Challa asked. "Aren't you going to wait for Shuri?"
"Wakanda may be important to Latveria, but it isn't more important than my wife and children. I rarely stay out overnight, understand? So the sooner this mess is over, the better. I even bought a huge Black Panther plushie as a gift." The Emperor of Latveria took a locator from the small leather pouch at his waist and pointed at the dot on its small screen. "These are Shuri's coordinates. This will help your friends find her and my agents. After this is over, I'll send the bill to you or her for the losses in Latverian personnel, ammunition, fuel, and repair parts. You have no idea how much it costs to transport tanks, Armored Personnel Carriers, and soldiers halfway around the world. Of course, those costs can be covered with designated high-end technology products, or deducted from Shuri's salary in the research department, as simply as our previous transactions."
The Jabari Tribe's guest rooms could not be called luxurious. In keeping with tradition, the Jabari Tribe did not even have many chairs. Even so, many roughly polished jewels and precious metals had been set into all manner of utensils as decorations, displaying the Jabari Tribe's wealth through their distinctive artistic style.
The Jabari Tribe did not reject modernizing its weapons. In the past, the Golden Tribe had always secretly supplied the Jabari Tribe with powerful individual weapons disguised as cold weapons. Their cooperative relationship had only officially ended yesterday, and that was what T'Challa had been worried about all along. He did not want the Jabari Tribe to sever ties with the Golden Tribe because of New King En'Jadaka. If that happened, the Jabari Tribe would soon perish. He knew he could not damage the relationship