Thriller Game: Bro, You Don't Even Spare the Ghosts?

I hereby announce that this company is officially established. I am the chairman.

"Who agrees? Who objects?"

Chen Feng brandished a twenty-four-inch titanium alloy wrench, and the pack of vengeful ghosts cowered in a corner.

A newcomer who had just joined them timidly raised a hand.

Huh? Chen Feng glanced over with a menacing look.

The ghosts were terrified. They immediately ** and attacked him as one. In no time, the newcomer was buried beneath their fists and fell silent.

The big-headed ghost at the front put on a sycophantic smile, looking every bit the bootlicker. "Boss, the new guy just got here and doesn't know the rules. A few days of discipline will sort him out."

"Hmph! Your boss here is kindhearted. I brought you all out to start a business and make a fortune. What, you don't like it?"

Chen Feng looked utterly arrogant, his nose in the air and his face twisted with disdain.

The ghosts around him hurried to flatter him. "Follow the boss, and we'll eat and drink like kings!"

"The boss's kindness is greater than heaven and earth!"

"I used to belong to myself. From now on, I belong to the boss!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.