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Chapter 260 The Third Uncle's Profession Revealed, Black Panther Goddess Appears (8K Views, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Wenming immediately noticed King T'Chaka's wariness, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he suggested that 100 White Widows fight against 100 of Wakanda's strongest soldiers.

King Tchaka readily agreed.

He also wanted to see just how powerful the other party's so-called 4x enhancement really was.

Moreover, this is also a Wakanda tradition.

Let's fight it out first.

Even the throne of kings is won through fighting, let alone daily life.

One hundred of Wakanda's strongest soldiers, each wielding a vibranium spear, wore expressions of intense pride and disdain for the White Widows.

Even though we are all women.

But does being fair-skinned make you superior?

Watch how we beat you to a pulp.

Frigga sat beside Wenming, calmly observing everything while communicating with her son using magic: "Loki, Wenming sent you to negotiate the business because he trusts you. You must make up for your past mistakes."

"Please rest assured, Mother, I will never let Wenming down again."

Having received three consecutive mental enhancements, Loki's strength has exploded, and he believes he is several times stronger than before.

Unfortunately, his stupid older brother still can't lift a hammer, otherwise, as the protagonist, he could be twice as strong.

What would it mean to double my current strength?
That definitely gives me the strength to challenge my father, um, no, Hela, no, my mother... right?

Loki's gaze fell on Wen Ming, a fiery glint in his eyes.

Can I beat Wen Ming now?

……

"These are Wakanda's strongest warriors? They're so weak."

Selena yawned, and Rebecca and Lucy Lucia were also getting a little bored.

It's practically one-sided torture.

If it weren't for the need to save face for the Wakanda soldiers, probably more than half of the White Widows wouldn't have needed to take action.

Chakala was dumbfounded. He had always believed that even disregarding technological equipment, the soldiers of Wakanda were among the best on the entire planet in terms of combat skills and physical fitness.

Now, seeing this situation, it seems that his Wakanda warriors are actually quite vulnerable?
He even noticed that many of the White Widows were just going through the motions, not using their full strength, in order to make the whole battle look more pleasing to the eye.

Some of the white widows even had time to chat.

But the Wakanda warriors here gave it their all.

If the vibranium spears hadn't been sharp enough, they probably would have all fallen long ago.

King Tchaka and several other tribal leaders were also shocked. They had all risen to power through force, and even though their bodies were not as strong as before, they were still highly skilled and their eyesight remained sharp.

The current situation of being unilaterally beaten has made them wonder if these white widows have all taken heart-shaped herbs.

King Tchaka immediately understood Wenming's meaning.

If it's just a 1v1, then it could be a special super soldier or some strange superhero.

There are 100 of them!
what does this mean?
The mass production they mentioned is not a trap at all!

……

"Loki, do you understand now?"

Frigga was well aware of her youngest son's ulterior motives, so she continued to offer guidance: "How did Wenming handle this matter? Wasn't his approach more suitable for the other party than yours?"

Loki's excitement subsided slightly. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he could tell that Wenming was following Wakanda's tradition and defeating Wakanda's pride.

"Defeat your opponent using their most effective methods, win fair and square, and earn their complete respect. That's the mark of a true champion!"

Frigg praised, "You might enter the metaverse in the future, or you might become the God of Stories, the God of Time, or the God of Tricks. Whatever the future may be, Mom hopes you can win beautifully."

Loki fell silent.

He wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he was quite clever. He naturally understood his mother's underlying admiration for Wen Ming and her concern for him.

This made him even more jealous.

Lately, has Mom been showing a bit too much favoritism towards Wen Ming?
Am I going to have another younger brother?
……

"So, what do you want from me?"

Ten minutes later, in the Wakanda council hall, King T'Chaka looked at Wenming with affection. Faced with overwhelming power, he was prepared to suffer heavy losses.

One hundred of the strongest Wakandan warriors were all taken down in just five minutes.

This is only because someone else let us win.

Instead of directly stating what he wanted, Wen Ming said, "I've also brought you a small gift."

King Tchaka looked at Wenming with suspicion, only to see Wenming clap his hands and two white widows escorting in a man wearing a hood.

"Ulysses Crow!"

When the man removed his hood, the Wakanda tribal chiefs present all glared at him with hatred.

Yes, this man is the black market dealer who smuggled and sold vibranium in "Black Panther 1" and "Avengers 2".

He had repeatedly infiltrated Wakanda and stolen large quantities of vibranium, which he later sold to Ultron to create Vision's vibranium body.

In the comics, he even killed King T'Chaka.

It was precisely because of the deep-seated hatred between Ulysses Klaue and Wakanda that Erik Killmonger was able to use his corpse as a ticket to enter Wakanda, and thus seize the throne from T'Challa the Black Panther.

It can be said that Ulysses is Wakanda's greatest enemy right now.

“Lord Wenming, from now on you will be the most honored guest in Wakanda.”

King Tchaka stood up and respectfully thanked Wenming. Wenming waved his hand, and the two white widows suddenly pulled out their daggers, which made the royal guards present tense up.

Although they had just been soundly beaten by the White Widows, they still bravely raised their spears and aimed them at Wen Ming and his companions in this situation.

"昘欻欻!"

The two white widows' daggers flashed past in several afterimages, and then Ulysses screamed in agony.

He was horrified to discover that his limbs had been neatly severed.

No, what exactly do you want to do?
The Queen of the Blue Sea quickly used her heat rays to burn all of Ulysses' wounds, and the smell of burnt flesh immediately began to permeate the entire hall.

The Wakanda leaders watched with a mixture of satisfaction and confusion.

What are you doing?
Wen Ming smiled and said, "I know you are kind-hearted and sometimes reluctant to be ruthless. This often leads to some villains taking the opportunity to escape and achieve a desperate counterattack or revenge."

Our Iron Hotel values ​​stability, so I feel obligated to hand over a vibranium dealer who will absolutely no longer pose a threat to Wakanda.”

King Tchaka and several tribal chiefs looked at Wenming in astonishment.

No, is your pre-sales service really that good?
The future Black Panther, T'Challa's eyes suddenly lit up.

This person's way of doing things is quite unique.

I like.

The young Black Panther was not as composed as he was when he later ascended the throne. At this time, he was young and impetuous, and eager to settle scores. Therefore, he felt a deep-seated liking for Wen Ming's decisive action.

"In addition, to save you time during the interrogation, I have already found out who he colluded with and from which defensive loophole he stole the vibranium."

Wen Ming smiled slightly, and Queen Emma stepped forward and began to play the entire interrogation process using a projector.

King T'Chaka and the tribal chiefs were increasingly alarmed as they looked, and soon they flew into a rage: "So it came from the seabed! So it was those parasites! Go and arrest them all!"

The king's guards, already seething with anger, instantly transformed into ferocious cheetahs, rushing out of the council hall.

"This is all the information about his accomplices and smuggling routes that I revealed to him using telepathy. There may be omissions, but I don't think he can hide anything. After all, all the money in his private account has been transferred to your Wakanda's account by me."

Oh, by the way, all the vibranium he stole—listen carefully, all of it, including what he'd already sold and what he'd hidden—is in this capsule. And this super-sized capsule is a free gift.

The White Queen laughed from the side, "You should thank our boss. He's so kind. He didn't take a single penny of this money and returned it all to you."

"I'd like to keep all this vibranium for myself; it's worth tens of billions."

"Honorable Lord of the Metaverse!"

King T'Chaka rose again, this time with even greater courtesy: "I sincerely invite you to become an honorary elder of Wakanda. Would you be willing?"

"It's my pleasure."

Wen Ming smiled slightly. Ulysses was indeed the key to Wakanda. He really didn't understand why Tony and Nick Fury were so stupid and couldn't open the door to Wakanda for so long.

Tony, sitting to the side, looked utterly embarrassed.

He did realize that he had somewhat overlooked Ulysses's role.

The problem is, where am I going to find so many people to capture this Ulysses?
The White Widow is all yours now!

You bastard!
They didn't even leave me a few.

"Loki, do you see that? That's the aura of a king!"

Frigga could barely contain her smile as she kept praising Wen Ming to Loki. Loki hadn't expected Wen Ming to be so meticulous; not only had he caught the other party, but he had even recovered all the vibranium that the other party had stolen.

I must say, this was handled exceptionally well.

It would make all the leaders of Wakanda feel incredibly comfortable.

Loki suddenly realized that if Wen Ming hadn't been so busy and didn't have so much time to come to the Marvel Universe, the alliance between the Star Nation and Wakanda might have been formed long ago.

Huh?
Doesn't this make me, the Foreign Minister of Wanxing Kingdom, seem less important?
No, that's not true at all.

If I hadn't knocked on the door, how would he have had the opportunity to fawn over Wakanda like this?
It must be so.

……

"The boss is really amazing."

Selena kept praising Lucy, who wore a proud expression: "Yes, he really surprised me."

Rebecca was excitedly about to clap, but she held back.

The boss is really amazing.

He easily dealt with such an ancient and conservative tribe, and even managed to get them to invite him to become an honorary elder.

Who can compare to him?
After King T'Chaka sat down, Wen Ming said, "In the future, the Heart-Shaped Grass will be burned by Eric Killmonger, thus ending the Black Panther lineage."

If Princess Shuri hadn't been able to use technology to synthesize heart-shaped herbs in the future, Black Panther would probably have become a legend, and the Wakanda people would have become slaves of the underwater kingdom.

And all of this stems from the fact that you killed Erik Killmonger's father, your own brother Nebuchadnezzar.

Nibjor was also Ulysses's biggest inside man in the theft of vibranium.

When King T'Chaka heard the name Nebuchadnezzar, his face showed pain, distress, and regret.

Knowing about the future and the past, T'Challa looked at his father with some worry.

Wen Ming continued, "This is a grudge between you two, because it involves the punishment of a traitor. I just want to give you a choice. This is Eric Killmonger's address."

Upon seeing the note handed to him by Wenming, King Tchaka's eyes flashed with a complex expression, but he still thanked him solemnly.

The other tribal leaders also had a strange glint in their eyes.

Wen Ming didn't continue. He had shown enough sincerity today, so it was time to ask for something in return: "In various universes, I generally only take things that are destined to be destroyed. Mainly, I don't want such beautiful things to be destroyed. It can also be considered a hobby of collecting."

The heart-shaped grasses will eventually be burned. No matter what methods you use, you cannot change their fate of destruction. I came here mainly to ask if I could have one; I want to transplant it into my metaverse.

King T'Chaka originally thought that Wenming would take the opportunity to demand Wakanda's most important vibranium resource, but he did not expect that the other party only wanted a heart-shaped grass.

However, the heart-shaped grass is just as precious, and it is a bridge to communicate with the Black Panther Goddess Bastet. If it is given to an outsider rashly, it is hard to say whether it will arouse the displeasure of the Black Panther Goddess Bastet.

Wen Ming naturally knew that there would be obstacles to obtaining the heart-shaped grass, so he beckoned to the catwoman Selena, who immediately handed the Midnight Grass to Wen Ming.

“I know your concerns, so I brought my cat god.”

"Your cat god?"

Everyone looked at the cat in Wen Ming's arms, somewhat astonished: "You're holding a god in your arms?"

"That's right, aren't cats meant to be petted?"

Wen Ming stroked the head of the divine cat Midnight a few times, then looked up at King T'Chaka: "So, why don't we let Midnight communicate with your Black Panther Goddess Buster? If she agrees, I'll take a heart-shaped grass with me. If she doesn't agree, then pretend I didn't make this request."

Wen Ming's words made everyone somewhat tempted. Just then, Selena sneered, "If the boss doesn't take the heart-shaped grass with him, you will only be able to watch helplessly as all the heart-shaped grasses are destroyed, the Black Panther lineage of Wakanda is severed, and then you will have to wait for Shu Rui to grow up and synthesize a heart-shaped grass that may or may not have been weakened."

Moreover, the Super Soldier Serum 2.0 will be successfully developed soon. At that time, Black Panther's strength in our metaverse will be nothing more than that of an ordinary soldier.

Don't think the boss is after your heart-shaped plants; he just doesn't want such a wonderful thing to go extinct.

Upon hearing Selena's words, King T'Chaka finally made up his mind: "Please come with me."

Wen Ming's lips curled up in a smile.

Successful.

……

Why are you so fixated on this heart-shaped grass?

On the way, Loki asked Wen Ming in confusion, "Our Super Soldier Serum 2.0 is just as effective as the Heart-Shaped Grass."

Wen Ming smiled but said nothing.

Frigga patted her son on the shoulder and said, "Son, Wenming doesn't want the heart-shaped grass."

"Not a heart-shaped grass?"

Loki was somewhat confused, while Tony couldn't help but complain, "And you call yourself the God of Mischief? Wenming is completely breaking down Wakanda's trade barriers, allowing them to trade openly with our Star Nation."

Whether or not he receives the heart-shaped grass is irrelevant; Wen Ming doesn't care about it. All he wants is an attitude.

This group of people is too old-fashioned!

"If your progress weren't so slow, would Wen Ming need to go through all this trouble?"

Upon hearing Tony's complaint, Loki immediately flew into a rage: "I'm slow? If it weren't for me, your Star Nation and the Superhero Council would still be searching for Wakanda's doorbell!"

Tony shrugged. "I was busy with other things."

Loki scoffed, "Really? Playing poker with goblins?"

Tony's face darkened immediately: "I didn't sleep with a Skrull!"

After the Skrulls were wiped out of the Star Nation and the Superhero Council, Tony's past flirting with a Skrull was leaked by someone and has now become a stain on his reputation. "Who knows..."

Loki was about to continue when Frigga coughed lightly, "Loki."

Loki immediately became obedient, while Tony angrily took a few quick steps, too lazy to bother with this stupid, arrogant, and weak god.

The group quickly arrived at a cave, where dozens of blue-purple heart-shaped grasses were emitting a dreamlike glow in the darkness.

Tchaka led everyone to the altar and instructed Wenming to place the Divine Cat Midnight on it: "Here, you can communicate with the Black Panther Goddess, but if she disagrees, then you cannot communicate with her."

Wen Ming nodded, placed the Divine Cat Midnight on the altar, rubbed her little head, and said, "Give my regards to the Goddess Black Panther."

"Meow--"

The cat nodded at midnight and then lay down on the altar.

King T'Chaka gestured to the crowd, and everyone politely withdrew from the cave. Then, King T'Chaka personally presided over the communication ceremony between the cat Midnight and the goddess Black Panther.

Only Wenming and T'Challa remained in the cave to keep him company.

T'Challa stood to the side, gazing at the altar before him with intense excitement.

He had not yet consumed the Heart-Shaped Herb, so he had never entered the illusion of the Ancestral Land. He had always held the Black Panther Goddess Buster in awe and curiosity.

He was also very curious whether the little cat in front of him was really a cat god.
However, before he could even imagine what the Black Panther Goddess would look like, a gentle breeze blew by, and he felt a blur before his eyes, and then he found himself under a dreamlike sky.

"The land of our ancestors?"

Wen Ming's voice rang out from the side, and T'Challa realized that this was the ancestral land that had appeared many times in the movie "Black Panther". He looked around excitedly and saw the vast grasslands and many vegetation unique to Wakanda.

The sky over this ancestral land, just like in the story, seemed to be shrouded in the aurora borealis, as beautiful as paradise.

"Meow--"

The midnight meow of the divine cat interrupted everyone's thoughts. A dark shadow suddenly loomed over their heads, and T'Chaka was the first to kneel down: "Great Black Panther Goddess, I have finally seen you again."

T'Challa reacted quickly and immediately knelt down as well.

Wen Ming looked up and saw that the huge black shadow was actually an enormous black panther.

Wen Ming suddenly had a concrete understanding of a word—colorful black.

The Black Panther Goddess's body was like a diamond, both incredibly black and reflecting the seven colors of the aurora borealis in the sky.

This made her look absolutely dreamy.

The Black Panther Goddess walked up to the group, her body rapidly shrinking until she transformed into a black panther. With a light leap, she landed on a branch of a low-lying tree.

With a casual wave of her hand, Tchaka and his son were immediately immersed in the illusion of the ancestral land. Then she looked directly at Wen Ming in front of her and asked, "How is Wen Fugui?"

Wen Ming raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that his third uncle would know the Black Panther Goddess Buster. However, he didn't know whether she was friend or foe, so Wen Ming cautiously said, "The third uncle is dead."

"died?"

A strange expression appeared on Bast's leopard face, and then her figure changed, transforming into a woman wearing a black dress with gold sequins and holding a scepter.

Buster was very tall, almost as tall as Wenming.

She exuded an extraordinary aura of nobility and glory. Her headdress was uniquely designed, and her ears were even longer and more ornate. When Wenming saw the exquisite hieroglyphs tattooed on her body, he immediately understood that she belonged not only to Wakanda, but also to the ancient mythology of the pyramid civilization.

This reminded Wen Ming of the Dragon Emperor in the Mummy universe.

The third uncle seems to really enjoy dealing with mysterious things related to mummies.

That's understandable, though. After all, the Third Uncle likes to collect souls, and his currency is souls. He even knows Death, the creator god of Marvel. So it's not surprising that he knows Black Panther, the goddess who governs the ancestral lands of Wakanda.

After all, the ancestral land of Wakanda is where the souls of the Wakanda people return after they die.

"How did he die?"

Bast stared intently at Wen Ming, who shrugged: "I don't know. When I saw him, he was lying on his sickbed. He died after giving me the hotel, and I buried him in a grave."

However, I recently decided to use the Book of the Dead to resurrect him.

Upon hearing that Wen Ming wanted to revive Wen Fugui, Buster immediately shook his head and said, "You shouldn't revive him."

"why?"

Wen Ming stared intently at Buster, who hesitated for a moment before saying, "He's better off dead than alive."

"Walter?"

Although Wen Ming had guessed many possibilities, he never expected that Buster would say such a thing.

Was the third uncle stronger after he died than when he was alive?

Is he the Grim Reaper?

After thinking for a moment, Wen Ming asked, "Is he a soul trafficker? Selling souls between different universes?"

Buster nodded and said, "He still owes me 3000 souls."

"3000?"

Wen Ming was completely dumbfounded.

He never expected that his casual guess would actually be the right one about the business his third uncle was in.

I previously thought that the Third Uncle liked to settle accounts with souls, but I never expected that he would turn souls into a business.

Moreover, they specialize in doing soul business with gods from various universes.

I have to say, the third uncle is really good at this.

So, are you going to help him pay off his debts?

Buster smiled and looked at Wen Ming, who spread his hands: "Go find him to collect the debt. I just took over the hotel, I don't have any soul to give you."

“He’s dead, so you’ll have to pay this debt,” Buster sneered.

Wen Ming immediately shook his head: "I believe he is definitely not dead! You said it yourself, it would be better for him to be dead than alive."

After a moment of silence, Buster said, "It seems he didn't tell you much, so you don't need to know much either. Just remember, when you come to this universe, don't trust anyone."

"including you?"

Wen Ming frowned; this advice didn't sound good.

"Correct."

Bast nodded, and countless howling souls appeared on the scepter in his hand: "You just need to remember that everything has a price."

"I hate riddle tellers the most."

Wen Ming shook his head and then said, "I want to help you preserve a few heart-shaped grasses. You're not going to ask me for a price for that, are you?"

"Help me preserve the heart-shaped grass? Should I thank you?"

Buster couldn't help but chuckle: "You're much more humorous than Wen Fugui."

Wen Ming shrugged: "You're welcome. Death praises me in the same way."

"Have you seen death?"

Bast narrowed his eyes slightly, a deep sense of apprehension flashing within them.

温明点点头：“我救了838宇宙600万人，又揍了她的分身的小情人，所以她想找我的事来着。”

"you--"

When Buster heard what Wen Ming had done, he gaped in astonishment: "You, you're much bolder than Wen Fugui."

Wen Ming smiled slightly: "The Ancient One said the same thing."

Buster's mouth dropped open again: "You even know her?"

Wen Ming laughed again, "Don't I already know you?"

Buster fell silent.

Well, this child is really quite different from Wen Fugui.

With a casual wave of his hand, Bast snapped the T'Chaka father and son, who had been admiring the scenery, back to their senses: "Let him take the heart-shaped herbs; you can't keep this wealth anyway."

"May God forgive our incompetence."

King T'Chaka and T'Challa knelt down again in fear and trepidation. Buster ignored them and instead looked at the ever-silent Midnight the cat: "Which universe's cat god are you?"

"How could you be so rude to Sister Cat from DC?"

Suddenly, a clear, childish voice rang out from the mouth of the Midnight Cat, but this childish voice was filled with disdain: "I am much older than you."

Wen Ming was somewhat surprised; he hadn't expected that the Divine Cat Midnight could talk.

Buster scoffed, "So, despite your advanced age, you still can't take human form?"

The cat immediately bristled: "I don't need to transform at all. Every generation of catwoman is just my will walking."

"Each generation of Black Panther is still guided by my will, but it doesn't affect my ability to transform."

Bast, ever the jerk, really hit a nerve, and Midnight the Cat was completely enraged: "Believe it or not, I'll devour every soul in this wretched place of yours..."

"Hello sister!"

Buster immediately backed down.

Wen Ming was stunned.

King T'Chaka and T'Challa also gaped in astonishment.

No, aren't you our god?
Why is this cat so timid?
Where did your earlier bravado go?
Where did your high-class attitude go?
Isn't this a quick change in style?

Bast realized she had backed down a bit too quickly, so she casually waved her hand, and T'Chaka and T'Challa's expressions froze.

It was obvious that she had casually deleted the memory from her mind.

"Sister, please come visit me often!"

Buster reached out and patted Midnight the cat's head, looking at it with a fawning expression.

The Divine Cat squinted its eyes contentedly at midnight, then lazily said, "Do you want to learn my resurrection technique?"

Buster immediately nodded vigorously.

Wen understood clearly.

Although the Black Panther Goddess can grant the Black Panther power, that's all. Her divine status, or rather her divine power, is far inferior to that of the Divine Cat Midnight.

It has to be said that DC is Marvel's father.

Midnight Cat hummed, "If you want to learn, then come with me into the Metaverse and become one of the guardians of the Iron Hotel."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ming's lips curled into a wide smile.

No, I have to prepare ten pounds, no, a hundred pounds, no, a thousand pounds of fish from all the universes for my good cat later!

This is my good boy!

No, give me 10,000 jin!

The owner of the Iron Hotel should have a grand vision!
It must be opened!

Black Panther Goddess Buster hesitated upon hearing this: "The metaverse is rife with conflict..."

Midnight Cat sneered, "You don't actually believe that among the gods that Godslayer Ger will slay in the future, wielding that Black Death Sword, you won't be one of them?"

Upon hearing the name of the Godslayer, Ger, the Black Panther Goddess Buster asked with some confusion, "Who is that?"

Wen Ming was stunned for a moment, and the Divine Cat Midnight also widened its cat eyes: "You don't know?"

"Yes, Wen Fugui hasn't come to me to do business for a long time. He owes me a huge debt! I haven't heard from him in a long time."

The Black Panther Goddess Bastet had a bad feeling: "What you just said, are you saying that in the future there will be someone who specializes in killing us gods?"

"Not bad!"

Midnight the cat stood up, a glint of light flashing in its eyes, and then a thought was transmitted into Buster's mind.

In the blink of an eye, Buster had finished watching the plot of Thor 4.

When she saw the Godslayer Ger indiscriminately slaughtering gods, letting their golden blood flow on the ground, and carelessly discarding their corpses in a stinking ditch, she could no longer sit still.

"That sword is that powerful?"

"That was a symbiote created by the Void God Gnar, named Black Death Sword."

Wen Ming explained, "You must have heard of Nar's power, right?"

Buster finally snapped: "Nar! Damn it, who was so stupid as to steal his Black Death Sword?"

The cat lazily nestled back into Wen Ming's arms at midnight: "There are so many villains in your universe, so, have you thought it through? Do you want to come with Wen Ming?"

A struggle flickered in Buster's eyes: "If I go to the metaverse, no one will provide me with the power of faith, and I, a god..."

"Fool, what use is this little bit of faith power? Besides, this little country might be wiped out in the future."

"By following Wenming, you can continuously strengthen yourself, and eventually you might even be able to easily kill Nar."

The cat flicked its paw at midnight: "Why are you so attached to this remote and impoverished place?"

Wouldn't it be better to follow the Lord of All Realms and travel to various universes to eat fish?

"I don't like eating fish!"

Buster couldn't help but lick his lips: "I'm not a cat, I'm a leopard!"

Midnight Cat chuckled and said, "Are you sure? Wenming, bring out my fish for her to try later. Let her see the fresh yellowfin tuna from Paradise Island and taste the tuna belly."

"How pathetic. I doubt those Wakanda idiots have ever offered you any sea fish."

Buster finally couldn't hold back any longer: "I'll go with you right now."

Midnight the cat immediately rolled over in Wen Ming's arms: "Boss, how are you going to reward me?"

Wen Ming couldn't help but laugh: "Where did you learn all this from?"

The Divine Cat flicks its paw at midnight: "Harley."

……

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