With an amused smile playing on his lips, Tony picked up the glass of red wine on the table and took a small sip. Unhurriedly, he said, "I thought you wouldn't dare come anymore. Turns out you've got some nerve after all."
"This is Wakanda. I am Wakanda's Crown Prince. Why wouldn't I dare come?"
"Really? I still haven't settled the score with you for working with S.H.I.E.L.D. against me. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
Tony spoke calmly, a smile on his lips, as though he were merely joking.
"No. Since I dared to come, I've already put life and death aside."
Tesla was about to continue when he suddenly felt his throat tighten. An invisible force seized him by the neck and slowly lifted him off the floor.
The lack of oxygen quickly turned his face red. His arms and legs struggled feebly in midair, and he sensed death closing in.
Watching Tony calmly sipping his wine, Tesla couldn't understand what had gone wrong to make Tony go straight for the kill.
If Tony really wanted to kill him, he could have done it the moment Tesla walked through the door. There was no need to waste words on him. Besides, their earlier battle had taught him that Tony wasn't a man who wasted words.
That was why, after making it into the room, he had finally let his guard down.
But who could have imagined things would change so quickly? He had barely gotten a few words out before Tony decided to kill him.
Resentment, fear, and all kinds of other emotions welled up inside him. He had thought he could disregard life and death, but now he knew he had been wrong.
There was great terror between life and death. The closer he came to death,