Diana stared fixedly into Solomon's eyes, trying to see whether he was lying, her voice turning cold:
"Since you put it that way, it seems you know my true identity?"
Solomon lifted his coffee and nodded casually:
"Of course. An Amazon warrior of Themyscira, the biological daughter of Zeus, king of the gods, a demigod by blood, and the hero who personally defeated Ares amid the smoke of World War I-Diana Prince."
Diana's pupils abruptly contracted, and every muscle in her body instinctively tensed to its limit.
She had thought he had, at most, discovered her superhuman strength. Never had she imagined that he would know even her secret divine lineage and past victories like the back of his hand!
"Who exactly are you?"
Diana's voice instantly turned ice-cold, and a suffocating demigod's pressure began to emanate from her.
"Which god of Olympus are you?"
Yet Solomon's expression did not change in the face of that formidable pressure.
He unhurriedly swallowed his mouthful of black coffee and chuckled:
"Relax, Diana. I'm just an ordinary human, not some lofty god. Besides..."
He set down his cup and asked pointedly:
"In all your years, have you ever seen a god go to such lengths to gather superheroes out of a genuine desire to protect weak humans?"
At those words, Diana froze for a moment, and her tense body slowly relaxed.
That faintly mocking question made far too much sense.
She knew those lofty gods of Olympus all too well. They were selfish and arrogant, utterly indifferent to whether mortals lived or died, let alone any grand vision of protecting all humanity.
"That's true."
Much of the hostility in Diana's eyes faded, replaced by deep curiosity.
"Then what exactly is this crisis you mentioned?"
Solomon merely smiled mysteriously. Rather than answer directly, he