Kent lowered his head, the fear in his eyes almost covering his pupils. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was supposed to die outside the city of Balatan, but he survived, in an extremely humiliating way.

He peed his pants.

Being scared to pee his pants, this is definitely a shame that has taken root in his heart, but it was because he peed his pants that he survived. He wasn't the only one to pee his pants, but he was the first to pee them, whatever the reason, but he survived outside of Balatan. He became one of the workers who were relocated to Ortlenburg, and for some reason he became a foreman.

He would have been ecstatic if it had been before the Balatan massacre, and the foreman meant to rise from the bottom of the working class and become the manager, or arguably the smallest ruling class. After all, he controlled the joys and sorrows of ten people, but he was not respected as a foreman. For this guy who peed his pants in the face of a butcher's knife, those surviving workers looked down on him. This contempt actually stems from a kind of jealousy, an ugly jealousy.

A coward who pees his pants can also be a foreman?

But how did these workers who were not killed know that when the blade between the blade and the neck could not fit a finger, the smell of death came to their faces, and whether they could really bear it without wetting their pants? They were completely from the perspective of an outsider, despising Kent, standing and talking without a backache, and jealous of Kent's promotion.

The workers of Balatan did not have a good time in Ortlenburg because of the riots. The work was much heavier than in Balatan, starting at eight in the morning and working until eight in the evening, with two hours of rest in between. This was a world of difference from the seven-hour work day at Balatan at the time. The heavy work numbs them, and what is even more excessive is that there is no rest day, and every day needs to face a numb life.

Some people used to rally to protest to Ortlenburg, as they did in Balathan, for a day off a week. But this added up to the heads of almost thirty workers, and soon woke up all the workers. They were no longer in Balatan, and there were no aristocrats and merchants who would choose to compromise in the face of protests and strikes. At this moment, they realized how beautiful the days had been, and how dissatisfied they were.

Kent was a foreman, he didn't need to work, but he was responsible for overseeing production. Instead of discussing the intensity of work, a new rule of piecework was introduced, whereby each person had to produce a corresponding quantity per day, and if there was a decrease, not only the workers would be punished, but also the foremen. At most, the workers were whipped a few times, and the foremen were not only beaten more, but also had to deduct their wages and rest time.

The men under Kent were not convinced of him, so they were always passive and slacking off, and each time they were unable to complete the tasks they were set for. As a result, Kent was whipped almost every day for the first month of his arrival in Ortlenburg, and all his pay and holidays were deducted.

Either die in silence or explode in silence. In the face of the extremely powerful and invincible Black Armor Army, he is a weak man, but in the face of these workers who used to be the same as himself, his special status as a foreman makes him a strong man.

So he changed.

He still vividly remembers what happened that day, when he was in charge of machining a metal gear, which is a precision part, and each worker had to produce five qualified gears a day before he could rest, which often required almost a full day's work. When he saw two workers sitting and chatting, he walked over, and he remembered what he said, "Why stop, don't you know that you will be punished if you can't finish it?"

Then, one of them threw his gear to the other and smiled defiantly, "I'm a little tickled and just want to be pumped." ”

Ten days ago the guy was whipped three times, and Kent was whipped six. These people are constantly pushing Kent's limits, making Kent get pumped almost every day. As for them, it takes seven or eight days, ten or so days to rotate.

In an instant, the blood surged above his head, Kent suppressed the sudden outbreak of irritability and destruction in his heart, forcibly suppressed his immature emotions, and persuaded in a low voice: "I'll talk about it after I have something done." ”

The man showed an extremely disdainful expression, raised his chin, seemed to be smiling, looked at him with slanted eyes, and then slowly spit out a few words from his mouth, "You are also worthy of coward!"

Just these five words completely made Kent explode in punishment and pain all month. He pulled out the metal wrench from his waist and struck it on the man's head. The blood blew up his face in an instant, and the sweet and moist blood made him involuntarily stick out his tongue and lick it, and his eyes were red like a bull in heat. The anger and humiliation in his heart were actually vented at this moment, which gave him a kind of satisfaction and comfort.

At a moment when everyone couldn't think, he rode onto the man, picked up the wrench, and ...... it once, twice. A twisted smile appeared on his hideous face, and under the fearful gaze of the others, he beat the worker to death who had been bothering him.

The guards in charge of supervising the production ran over, and the man in the lead glanced at Kent coldly, "Why did you kill him?"

Kent turned around and got up from the man's body, raised his arm and wiped the blood from his face, which made his face even more terrifying, he didn't know what affected him, and at that moment, he blurted out, "He refused to give birth." ”

The leader of the guards glanced indifferently at the body on the ground and nodded, "It's done, Lord Wren has given you a new life, not to make you slack off." I'll arrange someone to fill his place, but his work for today, your group must complete. As he spoke, the man untied the steel rod from his waist and handed it to Kent, "Don't use a wrench in the future, blood is flying everywhere, and it will be troublesome to clean up." ”

Kent took the steel rod a little dazedly and nodded in confusion.

Soon the body was dragged away, and calm returned to the place. However, when he looked at the others with some panic, they actually avoided his gaze in fear.

At this moment, he suddenly understood something, and the gloom and doubts in his heart were cleared. He hung the rod from his belt and said in a never-before-used, commanding tone: "His task for today must be completed before today's inspection, and if there is one less, I will continue to be punished." He grinned, "I don't mind killing a few more." ”

Looking at the submissive appearance of these guys who had almost climbed on their heads to and pee at this time, Kent was extremely happy in his heart. At this moment, he was even thanking Ren and the higher-ups of the Self-Rescue Association. If it weren't for them, maybe he would never have been able to enjoy the pleasure of controlling other people's fate and other people's lives like he is now.

From that day on, Kent was no longer Kent, or rather a brand new Kent. Soon his group overfulfilled the task, which made him valued and promoted.

For the simple task of how to manage a group, Wren has always divided and co-opted, and then established a hierarchical system, and naturally someone will arrange everything for him and make it perfect.

From the small foreman to the production team, and then to the head of the production department, Kent at this time was already standing at the pinnacle of the Balatan workers. He was ruthless and hot-handed, but at the same time he learned to win over and appease, and soon established his prestige among the workers.

He knew how to treat different workers separately, and he cared for the people of Ortlenburg almost like a virgin. He is the savior who treats the workers of Balatan and obeys him. He who disobeys him is the executioner.

Death on one side and a good life on the other, which soon made Kent a leader of the workers. Coupled with Wren's indulgence, Kent also secured some perks for the workers – such as a day off every fifteen days.

Whether forced or voluntarily obeyed him, at least he did.

But at this moment, in this study, he seemed to be back outside the city of Baratan, kneeling on the ground, with a scythe constantly wielding behind his back, and life was once again not his own.

"Get up. The voice pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts, and he quickly got up from the ground, still not daring to look up. Even though he understood that the man in front of him might not be as strong as him, a worker who used to work on the front line, he could not give birth to a trace of rebellion.

Wren pointed to the couch on the side, "Sit." ”

Kent patted his ass flatteredly, and then carefully rubbed it a little, most of his ass was dangling. His hands clenched into fists, not anger and hatred, but nervousness.

"Any idea what I asked you to do?"

He shook his head, he really didn't know, and when he knew that Wren was going to see him, he was so frightened and nervous that he almost peed his pants again. In the face of this great demon king, he couldn't raise a trace of courage at all.

"I intend to form a workers' party, which aims to fight for the interests of the workers and to have the opportunity to sit in the Reichstag. Of course, this will be made clear to you later, I only have one problem......", Wren stood up and walked over to Kent, who was breathing rapidly and held his breath when he saw a pair of leather shoes as fine as works of art in his lower head.

"I want an obedient person, are you an obedient person?"

Kent was agitated, and fell to his knees with a pop, trembling slightly. He lowered his head, closed his eyes, the cold and hard touch passed through his lips to his brain, and after a moment he raised his head and dared to look at Wren for the first time, "Yes, whatever you ask!"

Wren smiled, and he suddenly realized that Kent, who was kneeling in front of him at this time, was like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy.