As expected, any city inhabited by humans would have sewers. The only difference was whether they were clean and luxurious.
Unfortunately, the sewers beneath this Sanctuary City retained the nostalgic flavor of the 1950s. Only the occasional lighting fixture was powered by transparent crystals.
"Hm, so that's how it is. Makes sense."
As they flew on Cloak, Deathstroke held a tattered manual he had picked off some unknown corpse, reading it while repeatedly nodding.
"What is it now?"
Bobo was visibly more comfortable after shedding his disguise as a human thug. He sat at the rear of the flying carpet, smoking his pipe. The sewer stench was a little too stimulating for him, so he needed another smell to cover it up.
Gorillas had three times as many olfactory cells as humans. At times, that was a weakness too.
Su Ming raised the small notebook in his hand and pointed to a bloodstained page. "Remember that monster flower that nearly ate your face?"
"Don't mention it. That damn thing has probably claimed first place on my most-hated-plants ranking. It'll be showing up in my nightmares from now on, especially that purple slime. So thick, and it smelled fishy."
Bobo's furry face scrunched into a ball. He was thoroughly disgusted by the thing.
"According to one survey, men generally dislike having sticky liquids smeared over their faces, while women are the opposite. They're willing to accept certain viscous liquids being applied to their bodies."
They had more or less reached the right location. Su Ming lit a cigarette, jumped down from Cloak, and casually tossed the booklet to the gorilla.
This area did not resemble a sewer so much as a waterway transportation network connected to one. The underground canal was exceptionally broad, with level ground and lighting around it.
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