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Chapter 140 Objection
Just as everyone was marveling at the prosperity of Wakanda, the aircraft had already arrived at the apron.

Through the window, you can see that many people gathered in front of the tarmac, which shows Wakanda’s importance.

The aircraft slowly landed, and as the hatch opened, everyone walked out of the aircraft one after another.

On both sides of the road were royal guards dressed in the same attire as Okoye, holding spears and looking ahead with serious expressions.

At the end are King T'Chaka, Queen Ramanda and Princess Shuri dressed in luxurious clothes.

"Welcome to Wakanda." T'Chaka opened his arms and welcomed everyone with a smile.

"Thank you for your invitation, King T'Chaka." Fury bowed respectfully. After all, when asking for something from someone, the necessary etiquette was still required.

Others also greeted T'Chaka.

"I hope you like our country." Ramanda said with a smile.

"Of course." Vision suddenly took over the conversation. Everything about Wakanda was in sight along the way, and he could not be more satisfied with it.

"This is simply the most beautiful country on Earth. You've maintained a perfect balance between technology and nature, and there's simply no contradiction to be found."

"I'm glad you said that." T'Challa said with a smile, with no trace of pride in his eyes. This is the result of the joint efforts of the people of Wakanda since its birth.

"No matter how nicely you speak, there's nothing we can do. After all, the person who wants to tear you down is not here." Suri said suddenly.

"Suri!" Ramanda shouted.

"I'm sorry." Suri immediately bowed his head and apologized.

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." T'Chaka rubbed his daughter's head lovingly.

"But like Shuri said, Mr. Vision, we don't actually intend to take your body back. But Wakanda isn't a one-man show after all. We have to listen to the opinions of other tribes as well."

T'Chaka's face was full of helplessness. From his weather-beaten face, it can be seen that he must have been a majestic and brave king when he was young, but as he entered old age, he could not help but sheath his fangs and was constrained.

"I can understand that handing over a country's most important weapon to a stranger is obviously unreasonable." Vision expressed his understanding.

"Father." T'Challa took a step forward and came to T'Chaka's side.

"These two are agents of the Tiangong Association, Swampfire and Shapeshifter. The Shapeshifter is also one of the parties involved in this incident."

T'Chaka had noticed the two of them a long time ago. After all, they were so strange-looking and so big that it was hard not to notice them.

"Welcome, both of you. I hope Wakanda will give you a wonderful experience." T'Challa welcomed the two.

"I like it here very much." Swampfire perfected his alien character.

“The plants growing here must be very happy.”

"This is something we have never thought about." T'Chaka was stunned. After all, apart from ecological needs, they basically did not consider the feelings of plants. After all, plants cannot speak.

"I understand," said Swampfire.

Suri was obviously more interested in the deformed monster covered in circuit boards than the vegetative Swampfire, but she had just been scolded by Ramanda, so even she could only suppress her curiosity and be patient for a while.

Everyone exchanged greetings again, and finally, led by T'Challa, they were surrounded by royal guards and walked into the conference hall.

"I've asked the other tribal leaders to wait in the council chamber," T'Chaka explained.

"After all, not everyone is kind to outsiders." Wakanda, which holds treasures, has always been a target coveted by the outside world. Although Wakanda's warriors are powerful, there are still many who are not afraid of death. Once there is a conflict, there will be casualties, and Wakanda is no exception.

Where there are casualties there will be hatred, and even T'Chaka cannot intervene in such matters. So in order to avoid this situation where someone does not go to greet the guests, T'Challa simply asked all the leaders to go directly to the conference hall and only let the royal family go to greet them.

This can be considered as the emperor's helplessness.

Soon everyone arrived in front of the meeting hall. The waiter at the door pushed open the door. In the center of the spacious hall stood a peculiarly shaped chair. That was the king's seat. With it as the center, several chairs were arranged on both sides of it.

Some of the chairs already have people sitting on them. Their clothes are different, but all have a strong cultural flavor. Various totems and patterns are printed on them. Obviously, they are the leaders of various tribes.

"My king." The leaders stood up and saluted T'Chaka.

"That's not necessary." T'Chaka waved his hand to indicate that there was no need for greeting.

T'Chaka sat on the throne, Prince T'Challa sat beside him, Queen Ramanda and Princess Shuri sat on the other side, and then the leaders of each tribe sat down.

The swamp fires, as guests, sat below the leaders.

"Everyone!" As soon as T'Chaka sat down, he regained his emperor's majesty.

"Today, our friends came to Wakanda to resolve the mistake we made before, that is, Ulysses stole the vibranium. Today he brought the stolen vibranium back for us, and we should thank them."

The shapeshifting monster walked in front of everyone in a cricket pupa and spit out the vibranium ball hidden in his body. There was no other way. Unless Banner transformed into Hulk, the only ones here were him and Swampfire, and they had to rely on him to carry the ball.

"Thank you again." T'Chaka stood up, and the other leaders also stood up, thanking everyone with unique gestures.

"And now for the next item." As soon as T'Chaka spoke, the other leaders quieted down, and the Avengers knew that they were about to get to the point.

"It's about Mr. Vision." T'Chaka raised his hand towards Vision.

"Mr. Vision's body is made of vibranium."

When T'Chaka said this, the other leaders couldn't help but change color. Even when they had recovered the vibranium before, they had no expression.

"But this is not his own wish," T'Chaka said immediately.

"Mr. Vision's birth was a beautiful accident, but he is a life, so I argue that Mr. Vision's body does not belong to Wakanda, but to himself. What do you think?"

"The trading tribe has no objection." The blue-shirted leader spoke first.

"The River Tribe has no objection," said the old man in green.

"The mining tribe has no objection." said the old man in red.

"The border tribes have objections." said the sturdy man in blue robe and white clothes.

The sudden appearance of different sounds attracted everyone's attention, and they all focused their attention on the leader of the border tribe.

"Wakabi?" T'Challa murmured in a low voice. He didn't expect that it would be his good friend who spoke out against his father.

"Wakabi." T'Chaka's expression remained unchanged, he just said his name.

Wakabi met, stood up, and walked to the throne.

"Tell me your reasons."

(End of this chapter)