"This liquor really hits hard, but this place... it's like people pretending to be much more than they are."
After finishing his tequila, V commented.
The place was fancy, the drinks top-notch, but the reality was that Dog Town was a war zone. In this place where people struggled to get enough to eat, the Luxor Sports Academy seemed absurdly high-end.
However, the commodities here were just developing children, each outfitted with prosthetics that were likely to hinder their growth.
If mercenaries were in the business of burning through their lives quickly, these kids were just burning through theirs a little slower.
People watched the children on the stage like they were inspecting a newly released product. Their age didn't matter; what mattered were their model, data, and specifications.
Unlike V and Jack's opinions, the Wild Man King nodded approvingly: "Wow, these kids train way better than those brain-dead sports academies in Night City. But this mindset...
