The interior was incredibly luxurious. Though it was essentially a spaceship, it had everything any luxury limousine on Earth could offer. In a peaceful world, driving it around would definitely be a tremendous status symbol.
This type of vehicle had originally been developed and issued to Wilson Enterprises' mid-level managers stationed on alien planets.
Wilson Enterprises had grown into an enormous operation. Its business had long since expanded across more than a dozen multiverses and countless Single Universes.
Although the Adjutant could still coordinate with Gin to control the overall direction, plenty of people were still needed beneath them to run errands. Some matters simply could not be handled through the network alone.
Those mid-level managers were basically all graduates of Loyalty Academy. They were individually capable and absolutely loyal, so naturally Su Ming did not treat them poorly.
Not to mention anything else, just the Leech Serum and Infinity Formula that could grant immortality were benefits no other company could possibly provide, much less the other material privileges.
For example, nearly everyone had one of these luxury Space Flying Cars.
Not only was it fast, but its body also had formidable defensive capabilities. Its only flaw was its insufficient firepower, though there was no need to use the vehicle's weapons this time.
Cyborg could only obey Deathstroke's orders, because he knew that no matter how many doubts he had about his current body, Deathstroke had indeed fulfilled his promise and given him flesh and blood.
Even though that flesh and blood could inexplicably transform into all kinds of metals and illogically alter its weight out of thin air, leaving a mountain of questions crashing down on him, this was still the choice he had made.
She-Ra climbed into the cockpit. She was responsible for guiding everyone toward Mount Zola