Schiller's fingertips paused slightly. He looked at Brad and said, "It seems you've investigated me, but found nothing suspicious. Personally, I think I'm just a nobody. But if you consider me very important, that proves what I'm doing is affecting your plans—perhaps even significantly."
"Since coming here, I haven't done much. I merely shut down the city government, destroyed the Zhalabang family, spread rumors of the Death Gamble across the world, turned more than half of Gotham's wealthy into wanted criminals, forced the Police Commissioner to resign, and threw the Lower City into chaos."
"Though they were only minor efforts, they did produce rather good results. If this chaotic situation has disturbed you, then I'm sorry. But since you didn't step in to stop it midway, you have only yourself to blame for how things turned out."
"If you intend to persuade me to give something up now, all I can tell you is that the accelerator is no longer beneath my foot. If you want the car to stop, you'd better think carefully about who is pouring fuel into the engine now."
The words were far too blunt, leaving Brad somewhat speechless. But Schiller had no intention of letting him off so easily. He said directly:
"You think I'm the culprit behind this chaos, and that without me, the city could have remained peaceful, don't you?"
"I don't wish to accuse you with harsh words. I merely want to tell you that the peace you claim to uphold is only the peace of the upper class. And the chaos I have stirred up is the choice of most ordinary people in this city."
"If you insist on standing with the rich now, naturally someone will come after you. But if you realize that false peace is merely a fig