"I know you have a lot of questions. Especially you, Brainiac. You must be wondering how I managed to devise such a plan under these circumstances—and carry it out successfully..."
"No, I'm not curious at all," Brainiac said. "I don't want to know where you sent that thief you captured, how you contacted the leader of this Underground Organization through him, or how you convinced him. You only need to tell me whether this problem has been resolved."
"Of course not," Greed said in surprise. "You think solving Earth's problems means it's over? Come on, can't you show a little backbone? They kidnapped children and stole things on your turf, and you're just letting it go?"
"Fine. Then what do you think we should do?" Brainiac looked as though he had completely given up thinking.
"When I mentioned that name, you should have started looking him up already. So why not tell this little friend who Tobias really is?"
"What I can currently find is that he used to be a businessman and had connections to Metropolis's criminal underworld. But now, he is the manager of a paint factory in Metropolis. Judging from his recent behavior patterns, there is nothing unusual."
"Of course. He's a smart man. He knows better than to fight an opponent he can't beat, so naturally he has to lie low and avoid exposing himself. That way, he can deal you a fatal blow at the critical moment."
"You mean he never gave up resisting?"
"Don't be so naive, Little Bruce. There are plenty of people like that. Do you really think those elites who were used to lording it over everyone else would suddenly turn over a new leaf, abandon their desire to exploit others, and become good citizens under your rule?"
Greed stood up