Lex Luthor poured himself a glass as well, gently swirling the amber liquid as he analyzed the situation with a piercing gaze:
"If you'd had superpowers for a long time, the inflated sense of power they bring should have put you in the public eye-or mine-long ago. Unless you've only just awakened them. But look at your eyes, your demeanor. There's none of the nervousness or confusion of someone who suddenly struck it rich. Instead, you carry yourself with the habitual superiority of someone used to standing above others. That clearly doesn't fit the psychological profile of an Earthling who's just acquired powers. So, after considering it, the most likely possibility is that you're an alien!"
Lex Luthor smiled and said:
"Of course, that's only a reasonable guess. So, what brings you here? Money? How much do you need? Name a figure! Or do you need my help with something? Just ask. I'll accommodate whatever I can."
He picked up his glass and lightly clinked it against Solomon's, then drained it in one gulp, his movements carrying the composure and arrogance unique to a major capitalist.
Solomon smiled as he drank his whiskey, looking straight at the highly intelligent supervillain:
"You really are clever. I don't like beating around the bush, Lex Luthor. I've set my sights on your LexCorp. I want to acquire it, rename it Vought, and turn it into a world-leading Supe talent agency and scientific research company."
At this, Lex Luthor chuckled softly as though he had heard the greatest joke of the century, his laughter filled with arrogance and mockery.
"A Supe talent agency and scientific research company? That sounds like an extraordinarily audacious idea. But what will you use to buy LexCorp? Money? I'm hardly short of that!"
Solomon didn't argue. He simply raised