"Of course, Supreme Mage. Please be patient; our meeting will begin shortly!" Secretary Ross said seriously to Harry, not daring to be careless. His attitude was completely different from the one he showed the other superheroes.
Once everyone was seated, Secretary Ross stood up, put on an amiable smile, and said:
"Five years ago, I was about to swing my bat when I suddenly suffered a heart attack. That was the best period of my life. I went through thirteen hours of surgery and a heart bypass.
"I learned experience and foresight that forty years of military service had never taught me.
"Everyone in the world owes the Avengers a great debt. You fought for us and risked your lives to help us.
"Many people see you as superheroes, while some people..."
Ross's expression lost its former warmth and gradually turned solemn, as though he were standing up for the Avengers.
"Some people would rather call you 'vigilantes.'"
At that moment, Black Widow, seated beside Harry, raised a pointed question.
"Mr. Secretary, which term do you use?"
"'Dangerous,' perhaps?" Secretary Ross said in a deep voice. "A group of superpowered individuals living in America ignores sovereign borders, imposes its will on any place and anyone it chooses, and completely disregards the consequences. What would you call people like that?"
Harry suddenly tapped the table lightly with his fingertips. The sound was faint, yet it successfully made the atmosphere in the room even heavier. General Ross instinctively took a step back, while the soldiers stationed around them clenched their weapons.
But they merely tightened their grips and did not dare make any further move, because they knew firearms were nothing more than boring toys to the Supreme Mage. They could not pose the slightest threat.
The Supreme Mage and the other