"Gulp."
His vision had turned a little murky, and even the particles in the air seemed to stop trembling. In this enormous, luxurious room, it was as if a mountain pressed down on their backs and blades rested against their necks; every minute and every second was a labored breath.
The tang of blood spread through the air. The soldiers gripping their guns nervously swallowed, clearly the ones aiming their weapons, yet like prey marked by a top predator, cold sweat soaked through their backs in the blink of an eye, and even their calves trembled with fear.
And fear hissed as it greedily coiled around every one of them, those scarlet, venomous eyes fixed on the backs of their necks, as if saying, "Welcome to hell."
If they had not still remembered President Mobutu's past brutality, they would definitely have screamed, thrown down their guns, and madly turned to flee the scene!
Just who in the world was this man?!
[Emotional Value from Mobutu +1173]
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Seeing the humiliating reaction of his subordinates, Mobutu's narrow eyes revealed a dangerous glint. This smiling man named Chrollo Lucilfer gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.
He already somewhat regretted inviting the other party to the presidential palace and placing himself in danger. If the other party was an assassin, then he was already within an absolute kill zone, and his subordinates' terrible reaction was even more speechless.
But... such a dangerous individual was Wakanda's enemy!
Wonderful. Perfect. Wasn't the enemy of his enemy a friend?
Was there any better community of interest than this?
No!
His attitude changed. He waved for his embarrassing subordinates to leave, then smiled as he summoned several maids, warm as if he were facing a brother he had not seen in years.
"Interesting, interesting. If