The foreman had not noticed what was happening.
That was hardly surprising. The factory had operated under this system for decades, and no one had ever seemed inclined to resist. That was why he could act without a care... or any restraint whatsoever.
But then.
The worker said a few more words to the colleague beside him.
And that man stopped working too.
Like a contagious disease, the whispers spread. More and more workers stopped what they were doing, then raised their heads and stared straight at the foreman who lorded it over them.
At last, he noticed something was wrong.
The machinery's roar had stopped. All that remained was silence...
An unnerving silence.
He whipped his head around to look at the workers.
But all that met him were pairs of utterly cold eyes.
Cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead.
Ultimately, he was just someone who had gotten the job through connections. His brother-in-law had put him in this position, and he had absolutely no ability to handle a crisis.
Besides.
Even the old factory director had probably never seen anything like this.
What did they want to do?
What did they want?
Was this a protest, a demonstration, or were they demanding higher wages and better treatment...?
One possibility after another flashed through his mind, but none yielded an answer. Fortunately, he still remembered the factory's emergency procedures. With cold sweat pouring off him, he fumbled for the switch in his pocket and pressed it with a trembling hand.
The workers did not stop him.
Everyone simply stood beside their production lines, watching him.
They said nothing and did nothing, yet that was precisely what made them so intimidating.
When the security department still failed to arrive, the foreman had no choice but to think of something