Who else could meet these three conditions besides Steve Rogers, the retired federal captain who had been honorably discharged, granted the rank of major general, and once led the Federation to defeat its greatest enemy, Hydra?
Steve Rogers was a symbol.
A symbol of courage.
A symbol of victory.
Likewise, he was also a symbol of the Federation.
After years of education, Steve Rogers had become intertwined with the Federation in history. Under such circumstances, as long as people saw Steve Rogers appear before them once again,
everything would be settled.
People might not believe the Federation, but they would believe Captain America Steve Rogers—the man who had once led the Federation to rescue the people of the world from misery and truly earned the Federation the special title of beacon of freedom.
Steve Rogers gave Lake a deep look. Then, without saying anything, he followed Adam away.
Lake inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Hermione sent him a message: "What, were you afraid Rogers would punch you?"
Lake shook his head.
"No."
"Then why did you breathe that sigh of relief..."
"The reason I relaxed was that it looks like I don't need to chop him up after all."
"..."
One thing was one thing.
You could call me scum, but you couldn't lay a hand on me. If you did, that was a provocation. Lake had always prepared an ending for anyone who provoked him.
Hermione blinked and shook her head. She glanced at the people watching them from the corners of their eyes, then said, "The ordinary world's affairs aren't convenient for the supernatural world to interfere in. I'll leave first."
Lake nodded. "All right."
The ordinary remained ordinary, and the supernatural remained supernatural.
This had been an established rule since long ago, as well