With the sound of cables sliding, the elevator slowly ascended.
The speed of ascent wasn't very fast, even slower than the elevators in Liu Zheng's residential community in reality, and it could compare to an office building elevator during the morning rush without any stops.
Technological creations of the Metropolis are always like this; the performance in one aspect is beyond imagination, while in another, it's below standard.
But since he wasn't in a rush at this moment, he started to look at the elevator floor buttons with interest.
Just as Samurai Yifa said, the floor buttons of the elevator were so rusted they were unrecognizable, and just from the press earlier, Liu Zheng's finger was coated with a brownish-red rust.
"Is there a surveillance camera in the elevator?"
He suddenly asked.
"Of course, there is. However, I can tinker with it a little. What would you like to do?"
The voice of Samurai Yifa came through the microphone.
