No! The World's Madness Has Nothing to Do With Me!

Ian needed exposure.

He needed the magic that came from faith.

Of course he did not want to see the news hotspot of his spectacular display today get locked down.

"What happened here has already been resolved. What the citizens need is information and reassurance, not more mystery and lockdowns!" Ian snapped angrily at the group of uninvited guests.

"Yeah! I've never heard of the beacon of freedom having even freedom of the press blocked by lackeys like you!" someone shouted when he saw that even Superman Ian had stepped forward.

He immediately chimed in, stirring up even more resentment.

"The people need the truth!"

"It's not like nobody knows this world has superhumans!"

"What you're doing is wrong!"

The crowd roared.

The protest was dialed all the way up.

It just did not seem to have much effect.

"You owe us an explanation!"

Ian stepped forward as well, his pressure maxed out. That one displeased question from him was like a boulder dropped into a water surface that had just begun to calm.

The reporters who had been about to yield to these officials and leave suddenly stopped in their tracks, turned around, and ran back, hope rekindling in their eyes.

That was right!

They still had Superman!

Superman was on their side!

Freedom of the press! The public's right to know!

"Superman is right!"

"Why shouldn't we be allowed to know what happened?"

"We have the right to know!"

"Freedom of the press! Freedom of speech!"

The reporters had something to gain, so naturally they made a grand show of it. As for the ordinary citizens who had only been watching and had not dared speak out against the Men in Black's forceful clearance, their emotions were now ignited by Ian's words as well. Superman had spoken! Superman