Comforting himself, he thought, surely it's nothing, otherwise Professor Smith wouldn't be so calm...
Inside the car, the three of them each had their own thoughts. Henry Taylor drove especially fast and reached the Yancey Family's Villa House in fifteen minutes.
It was precisely two in the afternoon, the sun was high in the sky, the outside temperature reached forty degrees, the sunlight baking the earth, stepping out of the car felt like stepping into an oven, the heat was terrifying.
Professor Smith wore long clothes and pants, even a waistcoat, and after walking a few steps, sweat appeared on his body.
He sighed at how hot Night City was, fully comparable to Africa, perhaps even hotter.
The servants lined up in two rows at the Villa Gate Entrance, the scorching sun beamed down on them, yet none of them furrowed their brows, maintaining a posture, with respectful expressions.
