The uproar below the stage erupted in an instant.
Gasps, doubts, arguments, and whispers filled the room like a noisy marketplace, the chatter bursting from left to right, from the front rows to the back.
Tony straightened in his chair and faced the dais, his voice drifting out of the speakers:
"Why should we believe you? What proof do you have?"
Steve's brows knotted deeply, his voice steadier than Tony's. "Doctor, you said you personally experienced the aftermath of a collision in another universe. What aftermath? What did you see?"
Strange's gray eyes moved from Tony's face to Steve's, then swept over the densely packed faces below the stage. His voice was steady and clear.
"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me."
"You only need to trust the Golden Armor God of War, Yongye. He believes me."
The entire room fell silent. Then everyone believed him.
Even Iron Man and Batman, who hated Yongye most, had no doubts about his sterling reputation.
They firmly believed that a bastard as devious as Yongye would never ruin his own reputation.
Thor stood up in the back row. Mjolnir spun once over his knees, and his long golden hair shone coldly beneath the lights. His voice carried the characteristic bluntness of an Asgardian. "Even if everything you said is true, what should we do? Push the universe away?"
Strange fell silent for two seconds, then turned his head and glanced toward the press seats beside the dais.
Lois had her head down, rapidly taking notes in her notebook. Her pen scratched across the paper, and a sharp professional gleam surged in her light brown eyes.
Hesitation flashed through Strange's eyes, but he ultimately decided to follow the plan: let the Golden Armor God of War, Yongye, take the lead!
"I don't know."