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"No one is going to arrest you, at least not now." Lynn stopped a few steps away, his voice still calm. "I've heard about what happened to you, and your anger is justified. But your act of sabotaging the railway has caused even more problems. If you're willing to talk to me, we can solve the problem together, instead of creating new ones."

Lucas hesitated for a moment, but quickly shook his head: "You won't help us! You'll only help those bosses who exploit us!"

"Then let me prove you wrong." Lynn looked directly at Lucas, his tone sincere. "Give me a chance, tell me what you need, and I will do my best to help you. Because in this country, everyone, whether ordinary people or mutants, has the right to fairness."

The surrounding crowd quieted down, Lucas's fingers gradually relaxed, and the metal rod stopped trembling. His expression was complicated, and he finally said in a low voice: "Okay, but if you lie to me, I won't trust anyone anymore."

Lynn nodded: "You can trust me."

Lucas slowly walked out of the crowd, and Lynn led him aside to continue talking.

Lucas finally lowered his hand, and the tense atmosphere in the air eased slightly. Lynn signaled Mark to have the surrounding police step back a little, giving them some space. Lucas leaned against a lamppost, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice: "I know sabotaging the railway was wrong, but I really had no choice. We've been working in the factory for over a decade, and our wages are always in arrears, and the environment is so bad that it's hard to breathe. Every time we make a request, the boss always uses various reasons to prevaricate us."

Lynn nodded, listening patiently without interrupting. He knew that Lucas needed an outlet to vent at this moment, not criticism.

"They treat us like tools." Lucas's voice gradually lowered. "Especially me, a mutant. They know I can control metal, so they make me do those dangerous jobs, saying I should be faster and do more than others, but the wages are never paid. When we go on strike, they hire people to threaten us, and even have the police stand on their side. I really don't know what else to do."

Lynn's gaze became heavier, he knew that Lucas's anger was not without reason. The factory owner's behavior had obviously crossed the line, but this could not excuse the act of sabotaging the railway. He slowly opened his mouth, his tone steady but with a hint of firmness: "Lucas, I understand your anger and sympathize with your experience. But you need to understand that damaging public facilities is illegal, no matter how just your starting point is, such actions will have serious consequences."

Lucas lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then said softly: "I know I did wrong. But can you understand why I did it? I'm not a bad person, I was just driven to desperation."

"I understand." Lynn's voice was still gentle, but with an unquestionable power. "But understanding doesn't mean you can evade responsibility. The law needs to be obeyed, and you must pay the price for your actions."

Lucas smiled wryly, looked up at Lynn: "So, you're going to arrest me, aren't you?"

Lynn nodded: "Yes. But at the same time, I also promise to investigate your experience thoroughly. If you and other workers have really been treated unfairly, I will help you fight for your due rights. You must be responsible for your mistakes, but that doesn't mean you need to endure injustice."

A complex emotion flashed in Lucas's eyes. He was silent for a while, and finally took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay. I am willing to accept the trial, but you must promise me to expose the factory owner's dirty deeds and let us get back the wages that belong to us."

"I promise you." Lynn reached out his hand, looking at Lucas with firm eyes. "This is a fair deal. You cooperate with the law, and we help you get justice."

Lucas hesitated for a moment, and finally shook Lynn's hand. His expression was still tired, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Lynn turned to look at Mark and said in a low voice: "Notify the police station and have them prepare to receive Lucas. But remember, do not use excessive force, he is already willing to cooperate."

Mark nodded and quickly began to contact the police station. Lynn continued to stand beside Lucas, watching the police approach and said softly: "Lucas, remember this choice today. You not only fought for an opportunity for yourself, but also set a good example for other workers."

Lucas nodded, silently following the police away.

Not long after.

Mark greeted Lynn at the entrance of the police station, holding a document in his hand, with a somewhat helpless expression.

"Detective, there's a problem." Mark handed over the document. "The compensation amount for the damaged railway has been assessed, and the repair cost is about one hundred thousand dollars. According to regulations, this cost needs to be borne by Lucas. He agreed to accept legal judgment, but I'm afraid he won't be able to pay this amount in his lifetime."

Lynn took the document, glanced at the amount, and frowned. He knew that this was an almost impossible number for Lucas to pay. Although Lucas did need to be responsible for his actions, letting him bear such a heavy financial burden would only make things more difficult.

"One hundred thousand dollars?" Lynn repeated in a low voice, then pondered for a moment, and said firmly, "I'll help him pay it."

Mark was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Lynn to propose such a solution: "Detective, are you sure? This is not a small amount."

"I'm very sure." Lynn's voice was calm and firm. "Lucas's actions were wrong, but he lost control because of anger and despair. His intention was not to harm, but to fight for fairness. If we let him bear this debt, he will never have a chance to start over."

Mark was silent for a while, then nodded: "I understand what you mean, but you know, this money may not be understood by anyone, and some people may even question whether it is reasonable for you to do so."

Lynn smiled, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "It doesn't matter whether it's reasonable or not, what matters is that I hope Lucas can have a chance to turn this page. If we always push people into deeper trouble, then what difference is there between us and those bosses who exploit him?"

Mark sighed slightly, and finally did not refute: "Okay, I support your decision. I just hope Lucas can realize that his future was fought for by you."

Lynn nodded, then signed a check and handed it to Mark: "Give this money to the relevant departments to confirm that the repair work can begin as soon as possible. I will tell Lucas about this personally."

Soon after, Lynn arrived at the detention room. Lucas was sitting on a chair, looking down at his hands. His expression seemed a little tired and茫然, obviously still feeling pressured by the upcoming trial.

"Lucas." Lynn walked into the detention room, his voice gently breaking the silence.

Lucas raised his head, and when he saw Lynn, a complex expression appeared on his face: "Detective, I know I did wrong. If it's about compensation, I can only tell you that I really can't afford it."

Lynn pulled over a chair and sat down opposite him: "I know you can't pay this money. So, I paid it for you."

Lucas was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief: "What? You... why would you help me?"

"Because I believe you're not a bad person." Lynn looked directly at him, with no blame in his tone. "You have your anger and your reasons, but you need to understand that changing society doesn't require destruction, but effort and cooperation. I'm helping you because I hope you can learn how to fight for justice in the right way."

Lucas was silent for a long time, and tears gradually appeared in his eyes: "Detective, I don't know what to say. I'll never be able to repay this kindness in my lifetime."

"You don't need to repay me anything." Lynn smiled. "What you need to do is fight for more rights for your fellow workers and make their voices heard. This is the greatest reward you can make."

Lucas nodded, a hint of firmness flashing in his eyes: "I understand. I will remember your words and try my best to turn my mistakes into a lesson."

Lynn got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, then from now on, work hard for yourself and for your future."

When he walked out of the detention room, Lynn's mood was slightly relieved.

The next morning, Lynn straightened his suit and stepped into the cold office building of Stark Metal Factory. He had prepared himself mentally for this meeting. He knew that he was facing a shrewd factory owner who was good at exploiting legal loopholes—Eric Stark, a person who had been walking on the edge of the rules for many years but had never really touched the bottom line of the law.

When Lynn pushed open the door of the boss's office, Eric was on the phone behind a large desk. When he saw Lynn, he casually waved his hand, signaling him to wait a moment. Lynn sat down on the chair without saying a word, quietly observing the man.

Eric Stark was wearing a well-tailored suit with a confident smile on his face. His slick temperament made it difficult to see any remorse in him. After he hung up the phone, he stood up and extended his hand to Lynn: "Detective Lynn, what brings you here? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lynn shook his hand, his eyes calm and unyielding: "Mr. Stark, I'm here today to talk to you about the wage issue of your factory employees."

Eric raised his eyebrows, revealing a dismissive smile: "Wage issue? Detective, I don't quite understand what you mean. Our factory has always been operating in accordance with the law, and wages have never been in arrears. Maybe some workers have exaggerated the problem."

Lynn smiled slightly, his tone calm: "I've just looked at some of the accounts, and it doesn't seem to be the case. Your factory has been in arrears with the wages of at least three batches of employees in the past two years, especially overtime pay, and some people have complained about the harsh working conditions. These problems are not unfounded."

The smile on Eric's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered: "Detective, this may be a misunderstanding. We did handle some accounts a little slowly, but it was because of process issues, not malicious arrears."

Lynn snorted coldly, leaned back in his chair, his tone with a hint of coldness: "Process issues? Mr. Stark, these 'process issues' have angered your employees to the point where they have to go on strike, and even almost caused a serious accident. Do you really think this is a simple misunderstanding?"

A trace of unease flashed in Eric's eyes, but he still tried to remain calm: "Detective, you should know that running a company is not an easy task. We need to find a balance between efficiency and cost. If you think there is a problem, I am willing to cooperate with the investigation."

Lynn's gaze became sharper: "Mr. Stark, this is not a question of whether you are willing to cooperate, but whether you are willing to solve the problem. I am here today to give you a chance. Pay the arrears and improve working conditions. This is not only respect for your employees, but also respect for the law."

Eric's smile completely disappeared. He was silent for a while, and said coldly: "Detective, you know that your request is unreasonable, right? My company needs to make a profit, and I can't just agree to such conditions."

Lynn stood up, his tone low and full of deterrence: "Mr. Stark, if you continue to ignore these problems, I will make sure that all the accounts are thoroughly reviewed, and I will also publicize your behavior. You can imagine how much impact this will have on your company's image and future operations."

Eric's fingers tapped lightly on the table. His eyes changed from resistance to hesitation, and finally he sighed: "Detective, you are a difficult person. I can pay the arrears and consider improving conditions, but I want to ensure that the factory's interests are not completely eroded."

Lynn nodded: "This is a start. My goal is not to make your factory go bankrupt, but to allow your employees to work with dignity. If you are willing to truly change, you will find that this is also beneficial to your company's long-term development."

Eric was silent for a while, and finally reluctantly nodded: "Okay, I will arrange for the finance department to calculate the wage issue as soon as possible, and the plan for improving conditions will also be submitted to the relevant departments."

Lynn stood up, his eyes calm and firm: "I hope you will keep your word, Mr. Stark. Otherwise, the next time we meet, it may not be as simple as a conversation."

Eric said with a fake smile: "Of course, Detective. I will do as you say."

After Lynn left the office, he took a deep breath. He knew that this was just the first step, but at least the workers' rights finally had a starting point. He took out his phone and dialed Mark's number: "Mark, notify the worker representatives that their wage issue will be resolved soon. But we need to continue to monitor Stark to make sure he doesn't play tricks again." Mark responded on the other end of the phone. Lynn hung up the phone and vowed in his heart that he would not allow such injustice to continue to happen under his nose.

One evening, just as Lynn was about to end his day, Mark hurriedly pushed open the door to his office, with a serious expression on his face.

"Detective, I've discovered something." Mark said, handing a printed bank transaction record to Lynn. "This is Stark's company's account activity. Recently, they had an unusually large transfer, amounting to five million dollars, transferred to an overseas account. This timing is too suspicious. I suspect he may be planning to run away with the money."

Lynn took the document, quickly scanned it, and frowned tightly. He took a deep breath, his tone low but with a hint of anger: "This guy, just promised to solve the employees' problems, and now he wants to run away so simply?"(End of this chapter)