A few minutes later.
A whistle suddenly rang out in the gloomy, dimly lit studio. The walking corpses sitting in front of their computers stood up one after another. It was clearly quitting time.
Amamiya Natsuki got up with them and noticed that the scam lackeys weren't rushing for the exit. Instead, they lined up and filed out one by one.
A row of vicious-looking dog enforcers stood at the entrance, weapons in hand, glaring at everyone.
First of all, everyone had to meet the basic quota.
After handing over the basic quota, they split the proceeds from their scams fifty-fifty. Nobody could secretly stash any away, since the computers kept a record of every scam lackey's earnings.
And any scam lacklackey who failed to meet the basic quota would be punished.
Amamiya Natsuki blended into the line and soon saw what the punishment was.
Smack!
A scam lackey whose box was completely empty and clearly held no earnings was kicked to the ground. Then one of the enforcers swung a whip and lashed into him.
The first strike tore his flesh open, sending blood and chunks of flesh flying.
The whip seemed to be some kind of special weapon. Even the sensationless evil spirits howled and writhed under its blows.
Yet aside from the unlucky person being whipped, everyone else remained cold and silent, truly acting as though it had nothing to do with them.
"How cold. The people in this scam compound are truly heartless."
Amamiya Natsuki sighed, then boredly looked away.
Human joys and sorrows weren't shared, let alone those of humans and evil spirits.
Besides, every single one of these scam lackeys deserved to hang from the gallows. Not one of them was worth a shred of sympathy or pity.
"Hmm?"
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly noticed a