Life Dungeon Game

“With that sound,” the gaunt man pointed to the factory building next door, the loud noise almost drowning out his voice, “you’d be a fool to hear it. People only rushed over after they saw the explosion.”

“Things are really turbulent these days,” the tall man sighed. “But that wanderer from the wilderness has already run away, is he really going to come back? He’s just adding to our workload for no reason.”

"Sigh, the boss is here," the skinny man sighed. "Mainly because I heard the boss brought guests today, so we still have to put on a show. The higher-ups just give orders, while the lower-ups run themselves ragged."

"These wanderers in the wilderness are such troublemakers. Why don't they just work honestly instead of always thinking about running away?"

A truck drove in from outside. The tall man took a drag of his cigarette, went to check it out, and then came back and sighed.

“Then you haven’t been up there,” the skinny man shook his head. “I went up there once to do some business. The environment and the workload were so great that even the devil would give our boss a thumbs up.”

The funniest thing is that many homeless people who come here genuinely believe a new life is about to begin.

"Is that so?"

The tall man glanced at the high-rise building behind him and exhaled a puff of smoke.

“But don’t pity them,” the gaunt man chuckled. “We get a cut for every new wilderness wanderer we introduce.”

"You're also a real estate agent?"

The tall man was somewhat surprised.

"Just to earn some extra money. Anyway, the money will be given to the wilderness hunters or to me."

The skinny man said casually.

"Aren't you afraid of bringing in someone dangerous enough to cause an explosion tonight?"

The tall man sighed.

"What doesn't involve some risk? Besides, I've been doing this for so many years, and apart from sometimes getting so excited when counting the numbers in my bank account that I have a heart attack, I've never encountered any risks. Don't fantasize about some fears and always think that you will encounter them."

The gaunt man chuckled. Just then, he looked up and saw a thin man slowly walking towards the factory in the darkness.

The man had a dark complexion and wore a leather coat; he had the typical appearance of a wilderness wanderer.

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Chapter 297 Entering the Factory (Long Chapter, Please Add to Favorites, Subscribe, and Vote)

The thin man glanced around, then his gaze settled on the gold-plated 'Kel Manufacturing Company' signboard to the side.

Then he slowly walked over, stopped outside the access gate, and looked at the two security guards in black at the entrance. "Is this Kyle Manufacturing Company? Are they hiring?"

Just as the tall man was about to speak, the skinny man beside him reached out and stopped him, laughing.

"We're hiring, we're hiring anytime. Are you a wanderer in the wilderness? Do you have someone to introduce you?"

This thin man was He Ao.

He looked at the man's almost beaming face, nodded slightly, and said calmly, "I learned about this place from Hank the Wilderness Hunters, but I found it myself."

"No matchmaker, right?"

The gaunt man chuckled, then said softly, "Wait a minute, I need to go back and check what positions are still open for hiring."

"Excuse me, this place..."

The tall man next to the skinny man looked at He Ao, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly spoke.

But he was interrupted halfway through his sentence, and the gaunt man dragged him back, saying, "Wait a moment, we'll check for you."

He Ao watched them walk into the security booth next to him and turn on the computer inside.

The access gates for pedestrians were still closed, and He Ao did not force his way through. He simply stood outside the gates and waited quietly for them.

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"Aren't you afraid that this is the same person who just killed those three wilderness hunters? Isn't it suspicious that a wilderness wanderer would show up at this time?"

Inside the security booth, the tall man spoke softly.

"Anyone who can take down three wilderness hunters must be someone special," the skinny man rolled his eyes.

“We all know this is suspicious, and the other person definitely knows it's suspicious too. They certainly wouldn't walk over so openly. There are our people all around here. If he does anything wrong, he'll be riddled with bullets. Would you dare to walk over so openly?”

"I···"

The tall man opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He really wouldn't dare; the risk is too great. If he had the ability, he could easily climb over a wall, which would be less risky than this.

"You just haven't seen enough,"

The skinny man looked at the tall man, speechless, and laughed, "Every now and then, there are these self-proclaimed smart guys who try to bypass the Wilderness Hunter and come to the factory to gather information, thinking they can get around the trap the Wilderness Hunter dug. Little do they know, the problem isn't with the Wilderness Hunter, but directly with the factory!"

As he spoke, he pressed a few keys on the computer, opened a webpage, and typed in Hank's name.

"The name is correct. This Hank is not related to the dead wilderness hunters. They are not in the same factory area."

It seems this homeless man really did have someone introduce him to our factory; he secretly came here. That wilderness hunter was stupid; he gave away such crucial information as the factory address.

The skinny man turned around with a smile and patted the tall man on the shoulder, "A windfall! I'll give you ten percent of the referral fee later, everyone who sees it gets a share."

He picked up the tablet and was about to leave.

The tall man suddenly

But she stopped him, saying, "Won't these wandering souls die if they go into the factory?"

"They won't die in the wilderness?" The skinny man chuckled mockingly, shoving the tall man aside. "Rather than die in the wilderness, they'd be better off earning me two years' worth of money in the factory. Maybe they'll even thank me for letting them live a few more years."

He pushed the tall man into the security booth and closed the door with one hand. "I'll take him in later. You keep an eye on the door for me for a while. I'll give you a bigger share of the referral fee later."

The tall man watched the skinny man leave and sighed softly.

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As soon as they exited the security booth, the gaunt man approached He Ao with a broad smile. "Well, we need to register your information. What's your name?"

"Ronal".

He Ao gave a calm reply.

The skinny man filled in the name on the form.

He then asked some basic questions. He watched as the man filled out the forms on the tablet one by one, and then directly filled in a string of numbers in the introducer's field, which should be his own introducer identification code.

Once everything was settled, the gaunt man opened the gate and let He Ao in. "Welcome to Kyle Manufacturing Plant. I'll take you to the manager now, and he'll process your entry paperwork."

As he spoke, he led He Ao forward.

Is the onboarding process really that simple?

He Ao calmly followed him, looking around at the surroundings, and casually asked a question.

Trucks drove past him one after another. Looking around, he saw a slightly shorter building next to the factory building, which seemed to be a warehouse building. Dozens of trucks were parked densely in front of the warehouse building.

Is this your first time in the city?

The gaunt man asked softly.

"No, but I've never gone through the job search process before."

Although He Ao has many memories about job hunting from other characters' memories, this is his first time looking for a job in Dawn City on his own.

"That's how it is when you look for a job in the city; the pace of life there is very fast."

The skinny man chuckled and said casually.

He could tell at a glance that he was lying, and judging from the fluency of the lie, he must have said it many times before.

It seems he has fooled quite a few wanderers in the wilderness, but Heo didn't expose him.

The two continued walking forward. The gaunt man led the way in a rather secluded direction, basically walking along the wall with the high-voltage electric fence, seemingly not wanting others to see him abandoning his post.

The two walked around the building and came to the back of the factory building. From a distance, they could see a small open door.

This was the small door that the boy had mentioned earlier. In front of the small door was a narrow passage with sharp iron thorns on both sides. Two tall men in formal attire and black were guarding the entrance to the passage.

The skinny man told He Ao to wait there for a moment, then took out a pack of good cigarettes and went over first.

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The man in black on the left looked at the gaunt man approaching and asked with some confusion, "Shouldn't you be guarding the gate?"

"Come out to use the restroom," the skinny man said with a forced smile, pulling out two packs of cigarettes and giving one to each of them. "Can't we come in now?" he asked.

"After what happened today, the boss is furious, and now nobody can come in."

. "

The man in black said calmly.

"Can't I even bring new wilderness wanderers?"

The gaunt man asked in a low voice.

“These wilderness wanderers are all dangerous,” the man in black said, his face darkening. “A D-level cyborg has died. The boss brought guests today, and if anything happens, we can’t afford to take responsibility.”

You brought in a wilderness wanderer at this time? Don't you know that it's against gang rules for us to act as intermediaries? Do you want to die?

Gang members can bring in wilderness wanderers, but they only receive a referral fee. Once the wanderers are under the gang's management, there are no further benefits, making it much less profitable than acting as a middleman.

As a result, some resourceful people started to find ways to secretly act as intermediaries, not only earning referral fees but also continuous income.

However, this practice is fundamentally against the rules, and if discovered by the gang, it will only lead to certain death.

However, the internal management of the gang was not that strict.

A roll of banknotes was stuffed into the man in black's hand.

The man in black glanced down at the banknotes in his hand, weighed them in his hand, and put them in his pocket. "Come back in an hour. The boss will be almost gone by then."

"With regulations so strict now, how can I possibly let someone out for an hour?"

The skinny man was taken aback.

"Then that's none of my business. If it really doesn't work, just release them."

The man in black waved his hand, signaling the gaunt man to hurry up and leave. "If you stay away from your post any longer and the boss finds out, you might not see the sun rise tomorrow."

The skinny man glanced at him, gritted his teeth, and turned away.