Looking at the path leading to the room, less than five meters long, Harry felt as though he could see Death beckoning to him. His whole body began to tremble.
But he dared not waste any time, afraid Tony would grow impatient and simply kill him. What a pointless way to die that would be.
So, once Natasha stepped aside, Harry swallowed hard and cautiously walked in.
Soon, he spotted Tony enjoying breakfast in the living room and hurriedly bowed. "Mr. Tony."
"Have you eaten? Want to join me?"
Tony offered without even looking up.
"No, thank you. No, thank you."
Harry waved his hands repeatedly, then quickly explained, "Mr. Tony, here's the situation. Since the three hundred kilograms of vibranium you requested is such a large quantity, I've come specifically to invite you to inspect the goods at the gold mine outside the city."
"That vibranium hasn't been refined yet, so we don't normally sell it to outsiders. You can take a look yourself. If it meets your standards, I'll make the arrangements for you. If it doesn't, I can only offer my apologies. Would you happen to have time, Mr. Tony?"
Harry tried his best to appear calm, but he still stumbled over his words, perhaps because he was under too much pressure.
Tony paid it no mind. He simply nodded, looking perfectly at ease. "No problem. I'll go take a look with you in a bit."
Hearing that, Harry immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He had completed the task the old king had assigned him, and he hadn't expected it to be so easy.
Still, being around Tony put him under enormous pressure. As soon as Tony agreed, he hurriedly excused himself. "In that case, I'll wait for you downstairs."
Without waiting for Tony's reply, Harry