From the overseer's endless stream of flattery, Deathstroke obtained detailed answers about which bars were well-informed, where the high-quality brothels were, and which restaurants were upscale.
Whether Su Ming wanted to know or not, the overseer enthusiastically told him everything, holding nothing back.
After receiving a can as thanks, the burly man showered them with even more pleasant words, but Su Ming had already left with Illyana, disappearing into the steam.
The overseer had a strong sense of hierarchy. Strangle told its host that even after the two had walked away, he continued to watch them off with a respectful smile. Only after their backs could no longer be seen did he raise his saltwater-soaked whip and drive the tools back to work.
Yet his smile was incomparably stiff, like a mask that could be changed at any time. It appeared quickly and vanished just as fast. He seemed to have no thoughts of his own, merely numbly following the rules laid down by his masters.
"That's what Steampunk cities are like. The greatest difference from Cyberpunk lies in people's state of mind." Su Ming walked through the uneven alleyways, frequently encountering copper pipes and air ducts stretched across his path. Moving around was inconvenient, so he chatted with his student as they walked.
"It's because this place lacks Chemical Ecstasy and Electronic Ecstasy." Magik understood it well enough, having once been Sorcerer Supreme herself. "I can tell that the workers at the bottom have no leisure activities at all. They've even forgotten that they're human and have become nothing but tools."
Illyana had seen Cyberpunk worlds before. Ciri had once taken her to a place called Night City for fun.
The corporate drones there were also pitiful beings whose labor was exploited, but at least after work, they could