In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Thaddeus Ross rushed to the White House and found then-President Matthew Ellis.

Bang—General Ross slammed his hands heavily on the table.

"Mr. President! We must bring that monster under control!"

"...Are you speaking English?"

A bewildered President Matthew scratched his ear. "Sorry, General Ross, I didn't quite catch that."

"Mr. President! Wayne Scott is far too dangerous! If he intends to harm this country, the consequences would be unimaginable!"

General Ross's eyes widened. "And he's too unstable at his age. What if he's tempted by something... I think I've been thorough enough."

"We need to bring him under control! We absolutely cannot allow such an extremely dangerous entity that threatens this country to exist on this land unless he is under government control!"

"..."

President Matthew opened his mouth, but there were too many things to complain about, and for a moment he didn't know how to complain.

He had professionals calculate the energy released by "the thermal vision Wayne released from Earth into space that day." Even if they couldn't calculate the exact amount, the estimated value was higher than the energy of a supernova explosion.

Although he didn't know why Earth hadn't evaporated, he knew that the planet devourer was most likely separated from Earth by a large part of the Milky Way.

If that heat vision was directed at Galactus... damn, that heat vision could practically string the entire galaxy together for a barbecue! You're telling me you want to control him?! Do you want me to write my will so you can use him someday after you turn him into a villain?!

President Matthew's expression turned helpless and displeased. "General Ross, I understand how you feel, but we need to be responsible for this country!"

Do you think I've never read comics? Don't give me that Lord Super or Unjust Super someday, or I'll hold you accountable!

Upon hearing "responsible," General Ross understood what the president meant: you can't mess things up unless you have the ability and can guarantee you won't mess it up.

"Mr. President, I am a soldier, and I only think in a soldier's way."

General Ross looked President Matthew into the eyes. "We can avoid forcing a fight, but we can't do nothing! I propose a military exercise!"

He certainly knew how ridiculous it was for an ant to flex its muscles at a giant, but first and foremost, it was a "gesture," a claim of sovereignty, even if it lacked the backing of actual power.

Moreover, by observing Wayne's attitude toward their armed forces, valuable data can be collected on his character, bottom line, focus of attention, and potential weaknesses—a high-risk, high-reward test!

Unfortunately, President Matthew clearly couldn't accept such a risk—he would be infamous for life if something went wrong.

Moreover, he didn't think he could get any useful information, since Wayne might not even bother with it.

Even if you do pay attention, if the other person shows a "disdainful" expression, can you really judge that the other person is "proud"?

He wanted to laugh when he saw the ants flexing their muscles at him.

And even if there's no misjudgment, how do you break through the other person's "proud" "character flaw"? Their thermal vision barely touches the edge of the earth and then disappears; can't your pig-brain even consider the rationality of that?

President Matthew looked utterly dejected. Although he disagreed with General Ross's suggestion, he knew they had to do something to convince the public.

They at least have to show that they are responding proactively, otherwise they will be labeled in various ways by the public and even internationally.

"Alright, Mr. President, if you can't accept this proposal, then we'll find another one."

General Ross pursed his lips and lowered his voice slightly, "How about we arrest Invisible Woman and Human Torch?"

The moment the words were spoken, both General Ross and President Matthew gasped in surprise.

President Matthew suddenly stood up and covered his buttocks—he had just felt as if someone had burned his buttocks with a cigarette butt.

Upon hearing General Ross's voice, President Matthew instinctively looked over. Had the other person sensed it too?

Upon closer inspection, General Ross was found kneeling on the ground, clutching his groin. His face was contorted in pain, cold sweat dripping from it, and his tightly clenched lips were emitting low, mournful moans. It seemed he had also been burned, just in a different location.

President Matthew, who was inwardly alarmed, kept looking around, but there was really no one else in the room except the two of them!

And how did the other party know? He clearly added lead and soundproofing to the room... President Matthew, realizing what had happened, broke out in a cold sweat.

Even before Superman appeared, the use of lead around the world had been increasing, but now it seems that lead is completely useless to him!

President Matthew, his back drenched in cold sweat, felt a wave of intense unease wash over him. If all these things were useless from the start, then all these years…

President Matthew, who dared not think any further, felt that Wayne was watching him from the shadows, making him not want to stay a moment longer!

"General Ross! Superman is our hero! The Fantastic Four are our heroes too! I will never agree to you treating heroes in such a despicable way! You can go back now!"

After saying that, President Matthew forcibly pushed General Ross, who was still struggling to stand, out of the room.

General Ross glanced at President Matthew with resentment, but there was nothing he could do, so he slunk away.

President Matthew, still shaken, watched General Ross's departing figure—what was that idiot thinking! Didn't he know that "Superman" was a family man?! He almost got him into trouble!

If General Ross continued talking... he really would die? President Matthew didn't even want to think about it!

At such a young age, he dared to burn the president's butt with a cigarette butt. What will he be like in the future!

President Matthew shook his head, no longer wanting to think about it, and looked around at the faces filled with surprise and doubt. Then he quickly walked out of the room—he needed to make a phone call and find a way to get a more private room.