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.,"I actually know something else," Yu Xing hesitated, thinking about how she was the last one to arrive and should try to salvage her image in the minds of her "future boss" and "future colleagues". "The Qiyuan Pharmaceutical Factory secretly produces counterfeit drugs for huge profits, harming many people. Rumor has it that the factory owner's death might not have been a suicide, but possibly...",As soon as he thought this, Yu Xing was startled by himself. It was all because of this environment that kept making him think in terrifying ways. He shook his head and shook off the extra thoughts.。