Everyone present frowned deeply.
"Who exactly are you? Why did you lure us here?" Pale Rider voiced his question.
But Schiller realized something crucial: they all had names, yet no one had ever stated their own. For instance, Schiller's identity was called Lodov, so what was Greed called?
"Your surname is Siltec?" Schiller looked at Greed.
Greed slowly nodded.
"I never lied to you." Greed shrugged. "I told you, I'm a rich second-generation heir. My father is none other than Siltec."
Schiller really wanted to record that and send it to Anatoly.
Pale Rider caught on as well. "Hunter activated the lighthouse to lure us over there. He already saw through your scheme!"
"But you didn't go, did you?" Greed smiled. "Since you didn't want to be his guests, come be mine instead. Please, come in."
Faced with the dark muzzles of the machine guns, no one could refuse. They could only follow Greed through the security gate.
Schiller sighed inwardly. The moment he saw the first wealthy person in this script, he should have connected him to Greed's claim of being a rich second-generation heir.
But then Schiller suddenly remembered that if the story of Siltek Medical Insurance Company had been fabricated by Greed, how could Batman have happened to make up the exact same name?
Schiller thought of that letter.
If they had not coincidentally invented the same name—or rather, if such a coincidence was impossible—then one person must have made up the story while the other cooperated in acting it out.
Greed could directly open the doors here and mobilize the machine guns. If he were merely playing along, he should not have been able to do any of that. That meant he had written this story.
Schiller also felt that suited Greed's style. Batman probably would