In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the sales office he once knew, a place of splendor and magnificence, with gleaming marble floors and enormous crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.
There was even Li Feifei, who had already died, dressed in a business suit and chatting with her colleagues in black.
They would even greet Fang Xiu when he arrived.
Li Feifei said with a teasing smile, "Oh, Xiao Fang is here. You're here early today."
Fang Xiu walked up to Li Feifei and pinched her breasts; they were warm, full, and elastic.
Is it true?
Li Feifei screamed and slapped Fang Xiu's hand away, then began to curse angrily.
Fang Xiu ignored her and went straight up to the second floor.
Just as I reached the second floor, I saw Zhao Hao rushing over.
"Hugh, were you also forced to come to work?"
"No, I like going to work. What about Wu Dahai?"
Zhao Hao was slightly taken aback, then realized: "It's in the office."
Fang Xiu nodded and then went to find Wu Dahai. Along the way, he passed through the office area, where his former deceased colleagues were all at their workstations, either working or slacking off, just as before.
Just as he was about to enter Wu Dahai's office, Wu Dahai came out first.
Upon seeing Fang Xiu, he immediately began to hurl insults: "Fang Xiu! Why are you only just arriving at work? I tagged you in the group chat, why didn't you reply? Do you even know...?"
"When will I receive my commission?" Fang Xiu's calm words interrupted Wu Dahai's incessant chatter.
Wu Dahai sneered, "Commission? You still have the nerve to ask me for a commission? With your work attitude..."
Even in death, you remain utterly repulsive.
"What did you say! Who died! Can you even speak human language? I'm perfectly fine, and you're the one who..."
Wu Dahai was furious. He pointed his finger at Fang Xiu's nose and spoke in a loud voice like a machine gun, attracting the attention of colleagues throughout the office area.
Whoosh!
A flash of silver light.
The whole world fell silent.
To everyone's astonishment, a bright silver scalpel was plunged straight into Wu Dahai's thick neck.
And on the handle of the scalpel, a large hand was firmly gripping it; it belonged to Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu's calm gaze met Wu Dahai's wide-open, furious eyes, and he said indifferently, "Aren't you dead now?"
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