Compared to the apocalyptic atmosphere in the auditorium over there, things were much better in the building Adjutant had just bought. The reception was proceeding in an orderly fashion, after all, Starlight's sudden job change today was the biggest topic of the moment.
Adjutant projected the livestream from over there onto Deathstroke's retinas through Strangle, and they began watching it as though everyone were gathered around a television.
Starlight truly deserved to be called a girl raised from childhood to become a Superhero. Although her mother was greedy and foolish, she had treated her daughter well enough.
Starlight had never needed to do any housework. Her little hands were as pale and smooth as mutton fat, while her small face still carried the innocent air of a young girl. Under the high-definition cameras, even the faint downy hairs on her cheeks could be seen.
She had been cultivated into the perfect beautiful girl idol. She handled every question from the reporters with ease, and for today's press conference, they had also paid to bring in a group of random civilians solely to liven up the atmosphere.
They had tuned in a little late. The earlier segments had already ended, and they were currently answering reporters' questions. Even the flashes had become much less frequent.
"Starlight, why did you refuse to join The Seven and instead enter this new company? This company was only registered today and has no name recognition even within New York itself. Can its future project resources really be guaranteed?"
A reporter raised his hand beneath the stage and asked his question with proper decorum.
That was mainly because many of the girls Su Ming had rescued from the Red Room years ago were now serving as venue security. The cool, sunglasses-wearing beauties all had bulges around