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"Nobody's going to arrest you, at least not right 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 actions of damaging the tracks have created more problems. If you're willing to talk to me, we can solve the problems 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 or mutant, has the right to fairness."

The surrounding crowd quieted down, Lucas's fingers gradually relaxed, and the metal rod stopped vibrating. His expression was complex, and he finally said in a low voice, "Fine, but if you lie to me, I will never trust anyone again."

Lynn nodded: "You can trust me."

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

Lucas finally lowered his hand, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly. Lynn gestured for 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 it was wrong to sabotage the tracks, but I really had no other choice. We've worked in the factory for over a decade, always with delayed wages, and the conditions are suffocating. Every time we make a request, the boss gives us all sorts of excuses."

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

"They used us as tools," Lucas's voice lowered. "Especially me, a mutant. They knew I could manipulate metal, so they made me do dangerous jobs, saying I should be faster and do more than everyone else, but they never paid me. When we went on strike, they sent people to threaten us, and even got the police on their side. I really didn't know what else to do."

Lynn's gaze grew heavier; he knew Lucas's anger wasn't unfounded. The factory owner's actions had clearly crossed a line, but that didn't excuse the vandalism of the railroad tracks. He spoke slowly, his tone calm yet firm: "Lucas, I understand your anger and sympathize with your situation. But you need to understand that vandalizing public facilities is illegal, and no matter how righteous your intentions, such actions will have serious consequences."

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

"I understand." Lynn's voice remained gentle, but carried an undeniable force. "But understanding doesn't mean you can shirk responsibility. The law must be obeyed, and your actions must have consequences."

Lucas gave a wry smile and looked up at Lynn: "So, you're going to arrest me, aren't you?"

Lynn nodded. "Yes. But at the same time, I promise to investigate your situation thoroughly. If you and the other workers were indeed treated unfairly, I will help you fight for your rights. You must take responsibility for your mistakes, but that doesn't mean you have to endure unfair treatment."

A complex emotion flashed in Lucas's eyes. He remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine. I'm willing to accept trial, but you must promise me that you'll expose the factory owner's shady dealings and let us get our wages back."

"I agree." Lynn extended his hand, looking firmly at Lucas. "This is a fair deal. You cooperate with the law, and we'll help you get justice."

Lucas hesitated for a moment, then finally took Lynn's hand. He still looked tired, but a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

Lynn turned to Mark and whispered, "Notify the police station and have them prepare to take Lucas in. But remember, don't use excessive force; he's already willing to cooperate."

Mark nodded and quickly began contacting the police station. Lynn remained standing beside Lucas, watching the police approach and whispering, "Lucas, remember this choice you made today. You not only earned an opportunity for yourself, but you also set a good example for other workers."

Lucas nodded and silently followed the police away.

Not long after.

Mark met Lynn at the police station entrance, holding a document in his hand and looking somewhat helpless.

"Detective, there's a problem." Mark handed over the documents. "The compensation for the damaged railroad tracks has been assessed, and the repair costs are approximately $100,000. According to regulations, Lucas is responsible for this cost. He's agreed to legal proceedings, but he probably won't be able to pay it back in his lifetime."

Lynn took the document, glanced at the amount, and frowned. He knew it was a sum almost impossible for Lucas to pay. While Lucas was indeed responsible for his actions, burdening him with such a heavy financial load would only make things more difficult.

"One hundred thousand dollars?" Lynn repeated softly, then pondered for a moment before saying firmly, "I'll pay for it."

Mark was taken aback, clearly not expecting Lynn to propose such a solution: "Detective, are you sure? This is no small sum."

“I’m certain.” Lynn’s voice was calm and firm. “Lucas’s actions were wrong, but he lost control because of anger and despair. His intention wasn’t to hurt anyone, but to fight for justice. If we let him carry this debt, he’ll never have a chance to start over.”

Mark was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I understand what you mean, but you know, this money might not be understood by anyone, and some might even question whether what you're doing is reasonable."

Lynn smiled, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Whether it's reasonable or not isn't important. What's important is that I hope Lucas can have a chance to turn the page. If we always push people into deeper trouble, what's the difference between us and those bosses who exploit them?"

Mark sighed slightly, but ultimately didn't argue further: "Alright, I support your decision. I just hope Lucas realizes that his future is something you fought for for him."

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

Shortly after, Lynn arrived at the detention cell. Lucas sat in a chair, looking down at his hands. He looked tired and bewildered, clearly still feeling the pressure of the upcoming trial.

"Lucas." Lynn entered the detention cell, his gentle voice breaking the silence.

Lucas looked up and saw Lynn, a complex expression on his face: "Detective, I know I was wrong. If it's about compensation, I can only tell you that I really can't afford it."

Lynn pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him. "I know you can't afford it. So, I'll pay for it."

Lucas froze, his eyes filled with disbelief: "What? You...why are you helping me?"

"Because I believe you're not a bad person." Lynn looked directly at him, her tone devoid of blame. "You have your anger, and you have your reasons, but you need to understand that changing society doesn't require destruction, but rather hard work and cooperation. I'm helping you so that you can learn how to fight for justice in the right way."

Lucas remained silent for a long time, tears welling up in his eyes: "Detective, I don't know what to say. I can never repay this kindness in my entire life."

"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. That's the greatest reward you can give."

Lucas nodded, a determined glint in his eyes: "I understand. I will remember your words and try my best to learn from my mistakes."

Lynn stood up and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, then let's start working hard for ourselves and for your future from now on."

Lynn felt a little relieved as she walked out of the detention cell.

The following morning, Lynn straightened his suit and stepped into the cold, hard office building of the Stark Metals factory. He was well-prepared for this meeting; he knew he was facing a shrewd factory owner who was adept at exploiting legal loopholes—Eric Stark, a man who had always walked the line of the rules but had never truly crossed the legal line.

When Lynn pushed open the door to his boss's office, Eric was on the phone behind his large desk. Seeing Lynn, he casually waved, indicating that the other person should wait a moment. Lynn calmly sat down in the chair and quietly observed the man.

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Eric Stark, dressed in a well-tailored suit and sporting a confident smile, exuded a slick air that made it difficult to detect any remorse. After hanging up the phone, he stood up and extended his hand to Lynn: "Detective Lynn, it's an honor to have you here. How can I help you?"

Lynn shook his hand, her gaze calm and unwavering: "Mr. Stark, I'm here today to discuss the issue of your factory's employee wages."

Eric raised an eyebrow, a dismissive smile on his face. "Wages? Inspector, I don't quite understand what you mean. Our factory has always operated in accordance with the law, and wages have never been delayed. Perhaps some workers are exaggerating the issue."

Lynn smiled slightly and said calmly, "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 wages for at least three batches of employees over the past two years, especially overtime pay, and some people have complained about poor working conditions. These problems are not unfounded."

Eric's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure: "Detective, this might be a misunderstanding. We did process some accounts a little slowly, but it was due to procedural issues, not malicious delays."

Lynn scoffed, leaning back in his chair, his tone tinged with coldness: "Procedure issues? Mr. Stark, these 'procedure issues' have driven your employees to the point of a strike, even nearly causing a serious accident. Do you really think this is a simple misunderstanding?"

A flicker of unease crossed Eric's eyes, but he maintained his composure: "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 believe there's a problem, I'm willing to cooperate with the investigation."

Lynn's gaze sharpened: "Mr. Stark, this isn't a question of whether you're willing to cooperate, but whether you're willing to solve the problem. I'm here today to give you a chance. Pay the owed wages and improve working conditions. This is not only a matter of respect for your employees, but also a matter of respect for the law."

Eric's smile vanished completely. He remained silent for a moment before coldly saying, "Detective, you know your demands are unreasonable, don't you? My business needs to be profitable; I can't just agree to such conditions."

Lynn stood up, his voice low and menacing: "Mr. Stark, if you continue to ignore these issues, I will ensure all accounts are thoroughly audited, and I will expose your actions. You can imagine the impact this will have on your company's image and future operations."

Eric tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his eyes shifting from resistance to hesitation, before finally sighing, "Detective, you're a difficult man. I can pay the owed wages and consider improving the conditions, but I want to ensure the factory's interests aren't completely eroded."

Lynn nodded. "This is a start. My goal isn't to shut down your factory, but to ensure your employees can work with dignity. If you're willing to truly make a change, you'll find it beneficial for the long-term development of your business as well."

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

Lynn stood up, his gaze calm and resolute: "I hope you will keep your word, Mr. Stark. Otherwise, our next meeting might not be as simple as a conversation."

Eric replied with a forced smile, "Of course, Inspector. I'll do as you say."

After leaving the office, Lynn took a deep breath. He knew this was just the first step, but at least the workers' rights had finally reached a starting point. He took out his phone and dialed Mark's number: "Mark, inform the workers' representatives that their wage issue will be resolved soon. But we need to continue monitoring Stark to make sure he doesn't try anything again." Mark responded on the other end of the line. Lynn hung up, silently vowing to himself that he wouldn't let such injustice continue to occur under his nose.

One evening, Lynn was preparing to finish his workday when Mark hurriedly pushed open his office door, his face serious.

"Detective, I've discovered something," Mark said, handing Lynn a printed copy of a bank transaction record. "This is Stark Industries' account activity. They recently made an unusually large transfer of five million dollars to an overseas account. The timing is highly suspicious; I suspect they might be planning to abscond with the money."

Lynn took the document, quickly glanced through it, and his brows furrowed deeply. He took a deep breath, his voice low but carrying a hint of...

With a hint of anger, he said, "This guy just promised to solve the employees' problems, and now he wants to just run away so easily?" (End of Chapter)