"I've shown you enough respect," John said calmly, setting down his phone and looking at Wenwu. "You wanted to deal with those people yourself, so I waited for you to arrive."
"But now those impostors have hurt my people for the second time."
John stared at Wenwu. "Either you act, or I wipe them out."
Wenwu knew exactly how much anger lay beneath John's calm expression.
It was only natural. As a king himself, Wenwu knew just how proud the man before him was-and how powerful.
The Ten Rings had been investigating the Fake Ten Rings, but those people hid like rats, remarkably well.
John had shown Wenwu the respect he deserved, and Wenwu had to return that same respect.
That was friendship, and an exchange between equals.
At John's words, Wenwu said gravely, "Three days."
"I'll look forward to it." John nodded.
There was no need to say more. Each understood what the other was thinking.
Wenwu was angry too, not at John, but at the Fake Ten Rings.
They had actually made him lose face in front of a friend.
It was the greatest humiliation Wenwu had suffered in a thousand years.
He rose and said, "Consider this a favor I owe you. I'll make that actor dance for you."
"Aren't you going to see Shang-Chi?" John asked mildly, his fingers interlaced beneath his chin. "He might miss his family."
Wenwu stopped and glanced back, shaking his head. "I won't disturb his life. This was his choice."
Shang-Chi hated his father.
But how could Wenwu be happy either, having lost his wife and earned his children's hatred?
Eastern fathers always shouldered everything themselves.
The door opened, revealing Wenwu's subordinates and a little girl standing outside.
John's gaze settled on the girl. She was Shang-Chi's younger sister.
Wenwu walked