The piercing sound was drowned out by the torrential rain. The factory, abandoned for over half a year, naturally had no power. A few beams of light from flashlights shone through the gaps in the door. Yu Xing's arrival was noticed by several people not far from the door, who all stopped talking and turned to look at him.,He scanned the room and noticed the HR manager's assistant was there, apparently named Hao. Besides Hao, himself, and the other five people—three men and two women—all of whom were good-looking, it seemed like they were all applying for the same position.,The handsome man beside Yu Xing, wearing glasses, replied calmly: "Over six months ago, a murder happened at Qiyuan Pharmaceutical Factory. The media reported it; the factory owner hanged himself at night, and all production came to a halt. It closed down shortly after."。