Chapter 576: Really Not Giving Me a Chance?

"Your Majesty," Fehr continued, "since the transactions with the five major nations will only conclude in five years, that means negotiations are still ongoing. This leaves room for discussion, doesn't it?"

"We're willing to pay a higher price than the five major nations. With this money, not only will your royal family benefit, but your people will also enjoy a better quality of life."

"You could reduce the annual output slightly or cancel the last year's transactions with the five major nations. This wouldn't be too difficult for you, would it?"

Fehr suggested his plan, hoping to achieve his goal through simple commercial transactions. However, if the other party refused, he would resort to using force.

King T'Chaka frowned slightly at Fehr's suggestion. It seemed yet another power was eyeing their vibranium.

For the past 25 years, they had meticulously laid out a plan to convince the world that Wakanda's vibranium was exhausted. In five more years, the world would finally believe it.

T'Chaka had no intention of abandoning this long-term plan for a bit of profit. Wakanda didn't lack money or orders, and the offer of basic infrastructure aid was laughable; Wakanda was far more advanced than the outside world.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wills, but despite your sincerity and tempting offer, I truly have no vibranium left. Additionally, Wakanda cannot afford to offend the five major nations."

"Perhaps the major nations still have unused vibranium; you might consider purchasing from them."

Fehr's smile faded as he realized the king was not only refusing him but also suggesting he negotiate with the major nations. His expression turned serious as he asked, "Your Majesty, are you really not giving me a chance?"

T'Chaka shook his head. "I'm sorry, it seems our paths do not align. Wakanda cannot engage in this cooperation."

Fehr's face showed a hint of disappointment as he said, "Why refuse a good business deal and force me to resort to violence?"

"Seize the king and the prince."

At Fehr's command, the three Winter Soldiers with him immediately sprang into action.

T'Chaka sensed the imminent danger as Fehr gave the order, but he remained calm. His son, T'Challa, had already become the Black Panther and inherited the suit.

T'Chaka, though without the Black Panther suit, had also consumed the Heart-Shaped Herb, granting him significant combat abilities despite his age. Additionally, they were accompanied by a team of elite Royal Guards.

Two Winter Soldiers lunged at T'Chaka and T'Challa, while the third charged at the spear-wielding women.

However, what happened next made Fehr's eyes widen in shock.

Instead of cutting through the Wakandan defenders like butter, the Winter Soldiers found themselves locked in fierce, evenly-matched combat.

Wakandan Prince T'Challa put on the panther-themed helmet, revealing the full might of the Black Panther.

Realizing something was amiss, Fehr quickly pressed the Bluetooth earpiece in his ear and shouted, "Situation changed, requesting backup. Repeat, situation changed, requesting backup!"

T'Challa, now transformed into Black Panther, extended his claws and lunged at the soldier wielding a knife.

The first Winter Soldier slashed rapidly at T'Challa, but instead of flesh, the knife met the resistance of his Black Panther suit, emitting the sound of metal clashing.

His outer suit shredded, revealing the Black Panther armor underneath, which he had worn beneath his disguise.

With a powerful punch, T'Challa struck the Winter Soldier in the chest, sending him crashing into the meeting room table. He swiftly followed up with a leap, re-engaging his foe.

Meanwhile, T'Chaka, lacking the Black Panther suit which he had passed on to his son, still held his own thanks to the Heart-Shaped Grass's strength.

Though older, he matched the Winter Soldier's combat prowess. Without access to firearms due to pre-meeting checks, he skillfully defended himself despite the difficulty.

The Royal Guard, equipped with vibranium weapons, initially held back, making their spears look like as regular weapons.

But facing a tough opponent, Okoye, the head of the Royal Guard, decided to unleash the true power of their vibranium weapons. Her spear emitted a laser beam, striking Winter Soldier in front of her and sending him crashing into the wall.

Seeing Okoye utilize vibranium technology, the other guards followed suit, their spears now firing lasers. The injured Winter Soldiers were quickly riddled with holes, their lives extinguished.

Fehr's eyes widened in shock. "What... what kind of weapons are these?"

This wasn't the impoverished Wakanda he had assumed. The panther-headed warrior dominated his soldiers, and the king held his ground. There were secrets here that needed to be reported to the organization.

Outside Wakanda's city, an armed helicopter took off from the jungle, targeting Fehr and his team's building. A missile was launched.

Inside, T'Challa had just defeated Winter Soldier One and moved to his father's side. The Royal Guard rallied around King T'Chaka, taking over his opponent.

T'Chaka addressed his son, "Capture Fehr. I need to know who's targeting us."

"Yes, father!"

Before T'Challa could act, a missile struck the building.

"Boom!"

In the explosion's aftermath, T'Challa shielded his father from the blast, taking the brunt of the shockwave.

The Royal Guards weren't as fortunate; they were thrown by the explosion. Their vibranium armor protected them from fatal harm, but without full-body coverage, they were still injured.

Of the six guards, two died instantly, and the remaining four were severely hurt.

Cradling his father, T'Challa anxiously called out, "Father, father, are you alright?"