Southern Hemisphere, Drug Zone, Hive Mechanic City
The streets were bustling with people, yet whether it was the rich district, the poor district, the gang district, or the business district, it was all dead silent.
The entire city was eerily quiet, as if there were no living persons around.
Pedestrians on the road did not speak.
Commuters on the subway did not speak.
Office workers in their workplaces did not speak.
It was as if everyone's tongues had been cut out.
However, upon closer inspection, people of each status had their own ways of communicating.
White-collar workers exchanged a glance, a stream of data flashed through their eyes at the same time, and the contents and directions to be handed over in their work were completely exchanged.
