When Chen Mo swiped his phone open for the thirteenth time, rain was pounding against the air-conditioning unit outside the window. At three in the morning, the office was lit only by the lone lamp above his head. Then a friend request suddenly popped up on WeChat. The profile picture had a black background with red text, and the account was called "Underworld Recruiting HR Meng."
"Are headhunters really this dedicated these days?" he muttered as he opened their Moments. The latest post was from ten minutes ago: [Urgently Hiring Agents for the Living Realm. Five insurances and housing fund, room and board included. Merit points paid on the fifteenth of every month.] The attached picture showed a bowl of soup glowing green.
His phone suddenly vibrated and automatically switched to a QR code screen. Chen Mo watched helplessly as his finger pressed and held to scan it against his will. The instant the green progress bar swallowed the screen, the bulb above him burst with a pop.
"Ding-dong!"
[You have joined "Underworld Work Group (Muted Version)."]
