Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The situation on Bo Bing's side is not good.

The so-called welcome party was just a bunch of people being escorted and thrown together, and then listening to a speech from above. While listening, someone would jump out and use the most vulgar language to humiliate these people, and the sounds of beatings and groans would ring out at the same time.

It seems that many of them are accomplices who have been successfully brainwashed.

Bo Bing's arms were held down, and she was left in a corner of the room.

The young man almost instantly recognized the group of "lambs" around him. There were 13 people in total, including men and women, 9 men and 3 women, all of whom were unfamiliar faces.

There are just two guys who seem to be...

"Fuck your ancestor! Get inside! You dare resist?"

A burly man standing nearby was holding an electric baton. He struck a migrant worker who was trying to resist on the back, causing the man to foam at the mouth, convulse, and fall to the ground. The area immediately fell silent.

The burly man spat in disgust, then triumphantly swung the stun gun twice, which made a hissing sound as it cut through the air.

"Listen up, you better work hard and you'll live the high life! If you dare to even think about running away, I'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"

Bo Bing composed herself, putting on a tearful expression to blend in with her surroundings, but in reality, not a single tear fell from her eyes.

A pretentious guy.

—Whether it's young people or those coerced and lured accomplices.

Bo Bing secretly observed the surroundings, but couldn't find Zhou Zhiyang in this situation, and her heart sank.

This is not a good sign. Either Zhou Zhiyang's power has now surpassed that of these lambs, and they won't let him appear in such an ordinary setting; or they arrived too late and Zhou Zhiyang had already been moved; however, the possibility that Zhou Zhiyang has already been murdered cannot be ruled out.

Bo Bing lowered his snake-like eyes, a fleeting glint of malice within them.

However, he preferred to believe that Zhou Zhiyang still had some value. As long as someone had value, it was more worthwhile to squeeze out all the value from them than to discard them directly.

Bo Bing believes that if he were one of those guys, he would also maximize the value of useful people, even if it meant taking a great risk.

In this respect, he and Yin Su are the same.

【merchant】

What is that guy doing right now?

Bo Bing shook her head, suppressing the inappropriate question she had just asked.

In the following days, it was still the so-called "emotional counseling" and "soul contact," which, to put it bluntly, involved mutual insults and beatings among group members, in order to be more "united."

Whether it's beatings, coercion, bribery, insults, seduction, or even locking people in a cellar without food or water, forcing them to relieve themselves in a space of less than ten square meters... these are all methods used to force newcomers to submit.

Bo Bing infiltrated the group, pretending to be a brainwashed fanatic. He whistled at the scantily clad girls on stage, acted crazy in support of their decision, recited rules and regulations on stage, and used rhetoric to deceive and fabricate information.

Zhou Zhiyang had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were dull, and his head, right arm and right calf were wrapped in gauze. He was being pushed in a wheelchair by a ghost and appeared in Bo Bing's group a week after Bo Bing came in.

He's just a child, after all.

Even someone not as big as Bo Yuntian has become like this.

Upon seeing an acquaintance, the boy was first taken aback, then cautiously revealed a pleading look. He was also afraid that Bo Bing had become heartless and unrecognizable, but at least it wasn't as bad as he had imagined. Bo Bing's gaze reassured the boy, even though he knew it might be a lifeline.

Bo Bing breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this guy had turned misfortune into blessing. Although he had been thrown in, at least he was recuperating and hadn't become the target of everyone's hatred during the brainwashing party. But now, the young man gritted his teeth. Since Zhou Zhiyang had appeared, the group needed an even more hated target.

There's a bit of trouble for now, Bo Bing thought. He was confident he could get out on his own with a healthy guy, but Zhou Zhiyang was in very bad shape, both mentally and physically.

Who should take the position?

Bo Bing gave a self-deprecating laugh.

In terms of professionalism, all the people present combined, even if compressed into a single file, wouldn't match Bo Bing's expertise. He perfectly captured the arrogant tone and rebellious demeanor during the meeting.

It's hard not to attract attention, especially since the so-called "gold medal lecturer" is very fond of Bo Bing.

As a result, Bo Bing became the so-called group leader. Relying on the system's [scripts] and his extraordinary memory, he became an "excellent student" within two weeks and began to help train the newcomers. At the same time, he also attracted the jealousy of some of the accomplices. At the party that followed, Bo Bing was sure to be the one who got beaten the hardest.

This is partly due to the other party's arrogance and hubris.

The other part of the pain is something only Bo Bing herself knows.

In the dimly lit hall of the pyramid scheme organization, facing the frenzied trainees, the young man could not openly resist the brutal beatings of these accomplices' "spiritual energy education" under the noses of a group of people. If it weren't for the system's [Spring of Life] which could continuously restore his condition, it's hard to say what state he would be in now.

—A minor fracture has been found in the ribs.

These bastards.

Bo Bing's eyes were almost venomous, and he swallowed the metallic taste in his throat, clinging tightly to his body and protecting his ribs. Alpha considerately activated a healing skill for him.

[Host, please note]

A chillingly cold, mechanical sound.

[Yongquan] is activated.

The whistle for the party's explanation blew in her ears. Thin Ice's eardrums ached and her face turned pale, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately.

"Team leader, take the men back to the shed area..."

Before he could finish speaking, the alarm went off, and the hall was thrown into chaos.

The sounds of loudspeakers and sirens could be faintly heard outside.

"Damn it, which bastard leaked the information!"

"Here comes the note!"

"Get out through the back door immediately!"

"Hold the hostages tight. I don't believe those bastards would dare to fire a shot—"

The room was in chaos. In a flash, a man with a pointed face and monkey-like features took advantage of the confusion and pulled the main switch on the electrical box.

The hall was plunged into darkness in an instant.