Chapter 231: Cooperation

Led by Wakandan warriors, Han Yu and his companion ascended to the top floor of the building. As the elevator doors slid open, they were met with a simple, unadorned interior, far from luxurious.

Exiting the elevator and taking a left turn, they arrived in a spacious room. At its center stood a throne, flanked by two rows of chairs. A large floor-to-ceiling window dominated one side, offering a sweeping view of Wakanda's vast landscape.

Han Yu and his companion approached, stopping a short distance from the throne where a middle-aged man was seated. He appeared to be in his forties or fifties, yet his physique remained impressively robust.

Dressed in a form-fitting suit of deep purple and black, crafted from what seemed to be a special material, the attire accentuated his well-defined muscles. Despite his age, his strong build rivaled that of any younger man in his prime.

Han Yu recognized him immediately—this was T'Chaka, the current King of Wakanda.

His son, T'Challa, was destined to become the next Black Panther. According to the original timeline, T'Chaka should have already perished due to a certain event by this point.

However, due to Han Yu's intervention, that event never occurred. As a result, T'Chaka still sat safely upon his throne.

"Outsiders, what brings you here?"

T'Chaka's voice rang out, firm and authoritative. He spoke English with a distinct African accent.

True to his status as a king, he skipped unnecessary formalities like "Who are you?" or "How did you get in?" and went straight to the point.

T'Chaka understood that anyone capable of bypassing Wakanda's defenses without causing chaos—and choosing to land openly instead of attacking—likely harbored no ill intent.

Had they come as enemies, there would've been no peaceful conversation like this; a battle would've erupted the moment they arrived.

Since there was no sign of hostility, it was clear they had come with something to discuss. Perhaps, with the right approach, they could even become allies.

T'Chaka had always governed Wakanda with a philosophy centered on peace. If he'd been warlike, he would've led his armies to conquer the outside world long ago.

"King T'Chaka," Han Yu replied calmly, "Earth is about to face a massive alien invasion. We don't have enough manpower, so we've come to seek your help."

T'Chaka frowned slightly. "Alien invasion? Are you referring to the incident in Washington yesterday?"

He was speaking of the S.H.I.E.L.D. annihilation event—after all, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters was based in Washington.

T'Chaka's awareness of the incident wasn't surprising. It would've been strange if he didn't know. While Wakanda remained isolated from the outside world, it didn't mean they ignored global events.

An event of such magnitude in Washington had made headlines worldwide. There was no way Wakanda wouldn't have noticed.

"That's right," Han Yu nodded. "But that was nothing more than an insignificant skirmish, not even worthy of being called a preliminary attack. Given how complicated things are outside, I intend to keep the battlefield near Wakanda's borders. With your advanced technology, potential losses can be minimized."

"And why should we agree to that? Less damage doesn't mean no damage," a man with a large lip plate snapped harshly.

Han Yu's expression remained unchanged. He cast a cold, indifferent glance at the man, who instantly felt as though he'd fallen into an icy abyss. Beads of cold sweat trickled down his face.

"Did I say I was speaking to you?" Han Yu replied flatly.

Even Stark couldn't help but smirk at the remark.

Now that's bold. But I like it.

Stark thought that even with his status, he wouldn't dare speak so brazenly in Wakanda. Their technology was leagues ahead of his own.

While Stark's arc reactor technology was fifty to seventy years ahead of the rest of the world, Wakanda's technological advancements were estimated to be at least a century beyond that.

In a country like this, Stark wouldn't usually have the luxury of arrogance. But following Han Yu gave him, for the first time, the satisfying thrill of putting someone in their place.

"How am I supposed to believe you're not a threat to us?"

T'Chaka's gaze remained fixed on the man frozen in place, completely unable to move. He could feel the cold, lethal aura radiating from Han Yu—a killing intent so intense that it could only belong to someone who'd spent at least five years on the battlefield, with a body count likely in the hundreds.

Yet Han Yu's youthful appearance contrasted sharply with that deadly presence. Even T'Chaka, who had consumed the heart-shaped herb to enhance his physique, had never exuded such an aura.

Han Yu chuckled softly. "Not long ago, your country experienced a vibranium theft, didn't it?"

T'Chaka's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a grave tone. "Yes. How do you know about that? It's one of Wakanda's top secrets."

With his hands casually in his pockets, Han Yu replied coolly, "I'll catch the thief for you—as a gesture of goodwill. How about that?"

Surprisingly, T'Chaka didn't dismiss the offer outright. The vibranium theft was something he took very seriously.

Every batch of mined vibranium was meticulously tracked and protected. The security around its storage was so tight that even a fly couldn't slip through unnoticed.

For it to be stolen could mean only one thing—there was a traitor within, someone who had sold out Wakanda's transport routes and possibly leaked detailed security layouts.

This posed a significant risk to the entire nation. If those security blueprints were exposed, Wakanda would be placed at a severe disadvantage.

"How long will you need?" T'Chaka asked.

Han Yu held up one finger.

"One year?"

Han Yu shook his head.

"One month?"

Another shake of the head, accompanied by a dismissive wave of his hand.

"One week?!"

Still shaking his head, Han Yu finally said, "One minute."

"One minute?"

Everyone present, except Stark, looked stunned. One minute? Forget catching a thief—it'd take more than that just to ride the elevator down.

T'Chaka couldn't help but laugh. He knew Han Yu had skills, but this claim was beyond belief. Spreading his hands, he said, "If you can catch that thief within one minute, I'll agree to help you."

Han Yu's lips curled into a slight smirk. Without another word, he sent a message to Ultron through the power of his Green Lantern ring. Then, he casually began humming a tune, waiting patiently.

Throughout that minute, whispers echoed from both sides of the throne—mocking remarks and skeptical comments aimed at Han Yu. But he paid them no mind. He didn't even bother to argue back; engaging with them would've been beneath him.

Every so often, curious glances shifted toward him—not out of ridicule, but because the melody he hummed was oddly captivating. People couldn't help but wonder what tune he was humming.

Even Stark couldn't resist asking, "Hey, Han, what's that you're humming? It's kind of catchy."

Han Yu smiled. "Ah, this song? It's called In the End."

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