When Strange led his people into the office, the Minister of the Propaganda Department was still bragging to someone. Leaning back in his chair with his feet propped on the edge of the desk, he folded his arms and shook his head.
"Ha, that Minister of Finance is nothing but a useless showpiece. He doesn't understand finance at all—he actually handed this quarter's entire budget over to me. That's more than sixty million! I'd like to see what he'll do when the other departments go asking him for funding!"
With a bang, the door was shoved open. Wearing the robes of the Sorcerer Supreme, Strange said nothing. He merely raised a hand, and golden light flared. The Minister of the Propaganda Department was instantly trapped inside a cage made of golden lines.
"Oh, my God!" Everyone screamed and fled in every direction. The Minister of the Propaganda Department was terrified out of his mind. He let out a shriek and began crying for help.
At that moment, Supreme Intelligence arrived as well. He shouted, "Stop!"
The next second, he was lifted into the air too. To be honest, he panicked for a moment, because he realized that if he used the overbearing manner he employed in the Interstellar Council on the Sorcerer Supreme, he would only be more likely to lose control and start killing. So he hurriedly corrected himself. "I mean, Your Excellency Sorcerer Supreme, please calm down! Let's talk this out!"
Strange gave him a cold glance before silently setting him down. The moment the Minister of the Propaganda Department landed, he began pleading his case.
"Your Excellency Sorcerer Supreme! The Propaganda Department has always diligently promoted environmental protection efforts. How have I offended you?! Yes, the funding we applied for was a little excessive, but you emphasized