The Tesoro Ship's defenses were extremely comprehensive—so comprehensive that Den Den Mushi and Live Bugs, which even the Navy and the Revolutionary Army used sparingly and with great care, could be found everywhere here.
These Live Bugs were controlled by a massive Live Bug that served as an exchange hub, directly projecting everything they saw onto enormous screens. By watching those screens, Mr. Tanaka could easily monitor the entire city from the surveillance room.
Of course, there was simply too much happening across the whole city. There were over ten thousand screens alone, so there was no way he could manage and operate them all by himself.
That was why he had a whole shift of subordinates. They ignored the ordinary streets and merely kept watch over the most critical locations, diligently carrying out their duties.
They were no longer ordinary people. They were beneficiaries, members of the privileged class, exploiters—like the 327 million people on a certain continent across the sea, all slave owners exploiting nations throughout the world.
Slave owners who exploited the people of the world through state systems were destined to perish! Compared to their true faces, hidden beneath the hypocritical veneer of democracy and freedom and their lies about universal values, their peers, the Celestial Dragons, were far more naked and direct about it.
And Tesoro's subordinates, having inherited that bluntness from the Celestial Dragons, were naturally not the modest, virtuous sort. When they became vicious, no one in this city could stop them. Nor did they need anyone to restrain them. Other than Tesoro, they were the emperors—the gods—of this ship!
Since they were beneficiaries, they were undoubtedly Tesoro's diehard loyalists. The moment they saw a blaze of fire and a beam of light streak across the street, they immediately cried out, "Mr. Tanaka,