I Worked for Hell: Path to Promotion

The mountain wind howled, rustling the leaves and bushes, and the shadows of the trees danced in the moonlight, like devils dancing on the road. From time to time, the laughter of owls came from the distant mountains and forests, which made Lin Fei and I get goosebumps all over our bodies. There is an old saying in my hometown: I would rather hear the night owl hoot than hear the night owl laugh. Anyone who hears a night owl laugh is bound to be up to no good. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.