The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

In the industrial zones of coastal ports and industrial bases near slums, tens of thousands of lower-class people are exploited and oppressed, working day and night in factories.

They have no days off. They have to start work at dawn and only in the second half of the night can they drag their tired bodies to curl up in a dark corner to rest after getting a portion of coarse grain steamed buns and stale soup.

At night, dozens of people of all sizes were crowded into a utility room covered with weeds and coal dust. They huddled together and couldn't even move their legs in the small space.

"Brother, brother!"

In the corner, a half-grown child with a pale face, foaming at the mouth and a stiff body suddenly fell to the ground. Half a moldy steamed bun in his hand was covered with dust and rolled to his feet.

The girl with messy hair and a face covered in black and gray pushed her brother who was in a bad condition hard, trying to wake him up with her voice.

"What's up with him?"

"He's sick. He ate moldy food. He's going to die."

"Hey……"

The crowd was whispering, but no one cared about the boy's situation. Only the girl's shrill cry could be heard by everyone in the room.

These people have long been indifferent to the death of their companions and have become accustomed to it.

In fact, they had tried their best to provide treatment, but as poor people working in factories, everyone faced the risk of getting sick and dying.

Without money, without a clean living space, and without enough rest time, each of them may die one day like this boy, foaming at the mouth.

They don't want to die, but they have long been numb to death.

"Brother, brother!"

The girl was still crying, and her sobbing sounds were heartbreaking.

"Lesi, keep your voice down. We still have to work tomorrow. If you continue like this, no one will be able to rest." Someone couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to try to persuade the girl to keep the noise down.

"Damn it, stop crying. What's the use of crying? We're all going to die anyway!" Some people were very upset and kicked the wall hard, sighing to vent their emotions.

"...Woo" Les was frightened by the violent tone. She covered her mouth with her hand, stepped back and huddled beside her unconscious brother, but her tears continued to flow.

There were also young men who couldn't stand it and tried to dissuade him: "Keller, you shouldn't treat a little girl like this. Her relative is sick, and she's not even allowed to cry?"

"Vic, stop pretending to be a good guy here. We need to rest. That damn lackey is going to come over with his whip to give us a lecture soon. You can get a few more whips if you want, but don't take us with you!" Keller glanced at the sky through the gap in the small window impatiently, squinting his eyes with a curse on his face.

He just wanted to fall asleep quickly, but his restless heart made him uneasy.

"Les, cheer up, maybe your brother can get through it." However, he knew that this was impossible.

But Vic still coaxed the sad little girl like this, as if as long as he and the other person believed such a lie, their pain would be less.

"Tsk! Vic, why did you lie to her? Dead is dead, and the dead can never come back to life. There is no point in clinging to a false fantasy!"

There was constant noise in his ears. Keller heard Vic's overly false lies again and sarcastically exposed him.

At this moment, the wooden door was kicked open. The night watchman stood at the door with a fierce look on his face, shouting, "What are you making noise for? You have so much energy, go to work! Why are you so quiet at night?"

"Snap!" A whip hit the ground, shaking up the weeds.

"Sir, Les's brother is sick. He is hardworking and capable, and the most diligent worker in the factory. Could you please be flexible and take him to see a doctor?" Vic still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, and tried to beg the supervisor to awaken his conscience.

"If he dies, he dies. The thing that the factory has the most is workers. Without him, there will be the next one to take his place." The supervisor frowned, with a fierce look on his face. He followed Vic's line of sight and saw the unconscious boy.

"Sir, this is the twelfth patient this month. If he doesn't get treatment, he will really die. Please be kind!"

"My Lord, he is still a child."

Someone in the crowd cautiously begged for mercy.

"Get out! If you say one more word, you'll all die! Damn it! This is outrageous! You're so bold!" The supervisor cursed, lifted his coat, and kicked away Vic who was kneeling beside him and begging for mercy.

The glowing keychain on his belt was accidentally thrown to the ground by his large movement.

Everyone's eyes fell on the key that was shining with silver light, and the air became quiet for a moment.

The key that the supervisor carries with him can unlock the lock of the factory gate. If they get it, they will have a chance to escape the oppression of these people!

"What are you looking at..." The supervisor noticed that the atmosphere was wrong and shouted loudly, but he saw Vic quickly reaching for the key ring.

He was about to swing the whip and bend down to grab it, but he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head and lost consciousness instantly.

"Pfft!"

Vic took the key, but the expected beating did not come. Behind the fallen supervisor, he saw Keller who had sneaked up and attacked him at some point.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you here to save people? Hurry up, why are you just standing there?"

Keller was extremely dissatisfied with the dazed state of the crowd. He had already knocked the man unconscious, and there was no turning back if he regretted it!

"Help us!" Vic reacted and asked everyone to tie up the supervisor first.

A group of numb people rarely saw the hope of escape. After a brief moment of confusion, they immediately cooperated with each other to do everything.

"Let me make it clear first. If you are caught, you will be severely beaten. Whether you can survive depends on your own fate."

Standing by the door, Keller looked solemn as he warned everyone of the consequences of rebellion.

"...We know, but staying here is just waiting for death." Vic was surprised that Keller would help and kindly reminded them.

The worker who was shoved in halfway through this factory team was not familiar with them, was very withdrawn, and had a very bad temper. He didn't seem like someone who would risk his life to help others.