He had not come in peace.
John narrowed his eyes.
"It looks like we need to talk."
Wenwu glanced around. "Somewhere else?"
"Fine," John said.
The two left in unspoken agreement.
Neither said much along the way.
They reached a park and sat down on a bench.
Wenwu spoke first. "You killed someone, Wick."
"Let me think." John considered it, then asked, "Which one?"
To be fair, the Wizard King had killed quite a few people.
Occasionally, conflicts between Muggles and wizards required the Wizard King to resolve them.
"The Ten Rings." Wenwu glanced at John's nonchalant expression. "You killed a puppet."
"So you're the real leader." John rubbed his ring, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "You don't want revenge."
"You surprised me."
Wenwu neither confirmed nor denied it. He simply watched a passerby walking a dog across from them. "He was only a puppet. I don't care about those titles."
He brushed a hand over his arm, and strange metal rings appeared one after another. "You possess a special power. I can feel it."
"My wife once used that kind of power."
He looked up into John's eyes. A trace of sorrow surfaced in Wenwu's gaze at the mention of his wife.
"You loved her very much." John fell silent.
"I loved her very much." Hatred filled Wenwu's eyes. "But someone killed her."
"You came to make a deal." John shifted his gaze. "What do you want?"
If this were about that so-called puppet, he would not have appeared so openly.
This man was unusual.
With his knowledge of time magic, John could tell that the man before him had lived even longer than The Ancient One.
A special power sustained Wenwu's life.
Wenwu nodded, his gaze settling on a father and son playing Frisbee.
"For my son."
His voice