Yongye lounged in his swivel chair with both feet on the desk, an iced cola in his hand. He tilted his head at her, the smile on his lips turning from playful to openly mocking.
"A hero?"
He repeated the word as though he had just heard an outdated joke.
"Ninety-nine point nine percent of Americans voted to send it elsewhere. That's the will of the people—the highest principle of a democracy."
"The will of the people doesn't make it right!"
Diana stepped forward, her voice rising sharply. The fierce resolve of an Amazonian Warrior blazed in her pale blue eyes.
"Ordinary people get scared. They're shortsighted. They want to push disaster onto someone else. That's human nature, and I understand it. But they shouldn't let Fear lead them. We should guide them to do what's right!"
Yongye set his cola on the desk, laced his hands behind his head, and looked up at her. His voice was airy.
"Guide them?"
"Wonder Woman, is your head full of garbage?"
"I could have dealt with Doomsday easily. When it was first born, I could have smashed it to pieces with one punch."
"But that Fusang bastard Minato Namikaze caught me off guard and blasted my home into a crater with a Tri-Beam. I was badly injured, and I still can't fight at full strength."
"Every disaster Americans are suffering now—every crushed street, every burned city, every home trampled into rubble—is Minato Namikaze's fault. It's all that Fusang bastard's fault."
"And the Fusangese support Minato Namikaze. They celebrate the 'Great Nuclear Rise.' They call him the pride of Fusang."
"Now Americans want them to get what they deserve, and you want me to guide them?"
Diana's lashes trembled.
She fell silent for a moment. When she spoke, her voice was lower, weighted