At that moment, the middle-aged man used the sharp black nails of his right hand to cut open his left palm. Eleven drops of black blood flew from it and burrowed into the holes in their foreheads. Just six seconds later, the wounds on everyone's foreheads healed. They slowly opened their eyes and stood up.
"What... happened to us? I remember I..." The middle-aged chef was utterly terrified by his memory of that final moment. The pain was still vividly etched into his mind.
He instinctively touched his face and felt only smooth skin, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief. He even wondered whether it had all been an illusion, but the unfamiliar yet oddly familiar park before him was clearly not his restaurant.
Faced with everyone's questions, the young man in a suit smiled and extended his left hand.
Amid a string of eerie whispers, a black goat mark appeared on everyone's forehead. It flashed only for an instant before vanishing, but that brief appearance caused them excruciating pain—and also let them understand everything.
"What? We're already dead?!" Everyone stared incredulously at the sun in the sky, the surroundings, and the fleeing pedestrians, unable to accept this information.
But as the information flooded into their minds, they had no choice but to believe their circumstances. They also learned that, from this moment onward, they were employees of Golden Jar Company.
Their job was simple: sign contracts with everyone around them. Of course, during the initial stage, the company would carry out a large-scale compulsory contract signing. What they needed to deal with were those who slipped through the net and newly born babies.
This area included the entire town and twenty surrounding towns. Every ordinary person had to sign a contract within three days, and every