Flying through the sky, Su Ming did not look back. With the invisible barrier in place, he could not see how dumbfounded the Wakandans looked now.
Still, "Wakanda Buddha Loves Me" was definitely a foreign phrase. Who knew who had taught it to them.
Wakanda had its own language. There was no reason for them to speak English.
So Su Ming would give them this little phrase in advance, as compensation for taking so much Heart-Shaped Herb and Vibranium last time.
The transaction was complete, and the karmic debt settled.
Ah, that felt much better.
Come to think of it, he had not gotten around to eating since returning to Marvel. First he had a cup of tea at Kamar-Taj, then he came to Wakanda and drank a bowl of green juice.
Even though Tenth Metal could sustain him without food, he still preferred having something in his stomach. It made him feel grounded.
By this time, Imperial Capital should be having lunch, right?
Then he would go mooch a meal off Old Zheng. In the dead of winter, hotpot lamb was just the thing.
He found Zheng Xian by familiar routes. The people at the agency were no longer surprised by Su Ming's appearances.
Over the years, everyone in S.P.E.A.R. had grown familiar with this blond, blue-eyed foreigner who spoke impeccable Imperial Capital dialect.
Though it was rare for the director to trust a foreigner so much, anyone who had spoken with Mr. Wilson felt as though they were talking to one of their own.
Whether it was local customs or regional dialects, food, clothing, housing, and travel, or the schools of ancient philosophy—
This foreigner knew more than they did and understood it better. If they were allowed to promote superstition, they would have thought he had been