Tesla tossed out the troublesome question, leaving the Old King speechless for a moment.
Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the Great Hall. An official from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs rushed in and shouted, "Your Majesty, Crown Prince, bad news! Those Americans have left!"
T'Challa shot to his feet. "What did you say? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on them and stop them if they tried to leave?"
Tesla demanded an answer.
The diplomatic official looked deeply aggrieved. "I tried to stop them, but I couldn't!"
"Useless!"
T'Challa cursed angrily, though he knew it wasn't the official's fault. After all, he was only an ordinary man. How could he possibly stop a group of superhumans?
Still, he couldn't contain his anger.
Those bastards had come to pick a fight with Tony, then simply walked away when they couldn't beat him, leaving T'Challa to clean up their mess. How was he supposed to face Tony alone?
Thinking of the terrifying power Tony had displayed today, he suspected Tony could crush him with one hand.
At that thought, he slammed his fist into the table in fury. A deafening crash rang out, and a huge hole appeared in its surface.
The Old King, seated at the head of the hall, was equally furious.
"What do they think this place is? Somewhere they can come and go as they please?"
"Notify the military! Shoot down their plane!"
"I refuse to believe these outsiders can do whatever they want!"
The Old King issued his orders, and the official was about to nod in agreement when T'Challa's exhausted voice rang out.
"Forget it. Leave them alone. You may go."
That last sentence was clearly directed at the official.
Already under immense pressure, the official felt as though he had been granted