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"No one's going to arrest you, at least not yet." Lin En stopped a few steps away, his voice still calm. "I heard about your experience, and your anger is justified. But your behavior of damaging the railroad tracks has caused more problems. If you are willing to talk to me, we can solve the problem together instead of creating new troubles."

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

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

The crowd around him quieted down. Lucas's fingers gradually relaxed, and the metal rod stopped vibrating. His expression became complicated, and he finally whispered, "Okay, but if you lie to me, I won't trust anyone again."

Lynn nodded: "You can trust me."

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

Lucas finally lowered his hand, and the tense atmosphere in the air eased a little. Lynn signaled to Mark to ask the surrounding police to step back and give them some space. Lucas leaned against a lamppost, took a deep breath, and whispered, "I know it's wrong to damage the railroad tracks, but I really have no choice. We have worked in the factory for more than ten years, and our wages are always in arrears. The working environment is so bad that it makes us feel breathless. Every time we make a request, the boss uses various excuses to prevaricate us."

Lin En nodded and listened patiently without interrupting. He knew that Lucas needed an outlet to talk at this moment, not criticism.

"They treat us like tools," Lucas's voice trailed off. "Especially me, a mutant. They know I can manipulate metal, so they make me do dangerous jobs, saying I should be faster and work more than others, but I never get paid. When we go on strike, they send people to threaten us and even get the police to side with them. I really don't know what else to do."

Lin'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 act of damaging the tracks. He spoke slowly, his tone steady yet firm. "Lucas, I understand your anger and sympathize with your situation. But you need to understand that damaging public facilities is illegal. No matter how righteous your intentions, such actions will have serious consequences."

Lucas lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then he 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 forced into a desperate situation."

"I understand." Lynn's voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable strength. "But understanding doesn't mean you can shirk your responsibilities. The law must be obeyed, and you must pay the price for your actions."

Lucas smiled bitterly and looked up at Lynn: "So, you will catch me, right?"

Lin En nodded. "Yes. But at the same time, I also promise to investigate your experience thoroughly. If you and other workers are truly treated unfairly, I will help you fight for the rights you deserve. You must take responsibility for your mistakes, but that doesn't mean you need to endure unfair treatment."

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

"I promise you." Lynn held out his hand and looked at Lucas firmly. "This is a fair deal. You cooperate with the law, and we will help you get justice."

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

Lynn turned to look at Mark and whispered, "Notify the police station and have them prepare to receive Lucas. But remember, don't use excessive force. He's already cooperating."

Mark nodded and quickly began contacting the police. Lynn continued to stand beside Lucas, watching the police approach. He whispered, "Lucas, remember this choice today. You've not only gained an opportunity for yourself, but also set a good example for the other workers."

Lucas nodded and followed the police away silently.

Not long after.

Mark met Lynn at the door of the police station, holding a document in his hand and looking a little helpless.

"Detective, I have a problem." Mark handed over the documents. "The amount of compensation for the damaged railroad tracks has been assessed, and the cost of repair is approximately $100,000. According to the regulations, Lucas needs to bear this cost. He agrees to face legal proceedings, but he probably won't be able to pay this amount back in his lifetime."

Lin En took the document, glanced at the amount, and frowned. He knew it was a figure that Lucas could hardly afford. While Lucas did need to be held accountable for his actions, leaving him with such a heavy financial burden would only make things more difficult.

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

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

"I'm certain." Lynn's voice was calm but firm. "While Lucas's actions were wrong, he lost control out of anger and despair. His intention wasn't to hurt anyone, but to fight for fairness. If we let him bear this debt, he'll never have the chance to start over."

Mark was silent for a moment, 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 this."

Lin En smiled, a hint of helplessness in her tone. "Whether it's reasonable or not doesn't matter. What matters is that I hope Lucas can have a chance to turn the page. If we always push people into deeper trouble, then what's the difference between us and those bosses who exploited him?"

Mark sighed slightly and finally did not refute: "Okay, I support your decision. I just hope Lucas can realize that his future is what you helped him fight for."

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

Soon after, Lynn came to the detention room and saw Lucas sitting in a chair, looking down at his hands. He looked a little tired and dazed, obviously still feeling the pressure of the upcoming trial.

"Lucas." Lin En walked into the detention room, his voice gently breaking the silence. Lucas looked up, and when he saw Lin En, a complicated expression appeared on his face: "Inspector, I know I did something wrong. If it's about compensation, I can only tell you that I really can't afford it."

Lin En pulled up a chair and sat down opposite him: "I know you can't afford this money. So, I paid it for you."

Lucas was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief: "What? Why...why are you helping me?"

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

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

"You don't need to pay me back." Lin En smiled. "What you need to do is fight for more rights for your coworkers and make their voices heard. That's the greatest reward you can give."

Lucas nodded, a firm look in his eyes. "I understand. I will remember your words and try my best to turn my mistakes into lessons."

Lin En stood up and patted his shoulder: "Okay, then from now on, work hard for yourself and your future."

When she walked out of the detention room, Lynn felt a little more relaxed.

The next morning, Lin En straightened his suit and stepped into the cold, stoic office building of Stark Metal Factory. He had fully prepared for the 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 on the edge of the rules but never truly crossed the legal line.

When Lynn pushed open the door to her boss's office, Eric was sitting behind a large desk, talking on the phone. Seeing Lynn, he casually waved, signaling her to wait a moment. Lynn calmly sat down in a chair, observing the man quietly.

Eric Stark wore a well-tailored suit and a confident smile. His slick demeanor made it difficult to detect any guilt. After hanging up the phone, he stood up and extended his hand to Lynn. "Inspector Lynn, I'm honored to be here. How can I help you?"

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

Eric raised his eyebrows and gave a disapproving smile. "Wage issue? Inspector, I don't quite understand what you mean. Our factory has always been operated in accordance with the law, and wages have never been in arrears. Perhaps some workers are exaggerating the problem."

Lin En smiled slightly and spoke calmly, "I've just reviewed some accounts, and it doesn't seem to be the case. Your factory has owed wages to at least three groups of employees over the past two years, especially overtime pay. Some people have also complained about poor working conditions. These problems are not groundless."

Eric's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. "Inspector, this may be a misunderstanding. We did process some accounts a little slowly, but it was due to procedural issues, not malicious defaults."

Lynn snorted coldly, leaning back in his chair, his tone a little chilly. "Process issues? Mr. Stark, these 'process issues' have angered your employees to the point of having to go on strike, and even nearly caused a serious accident. Do you really think this is a simple misunderstanding?"

Eric's eyes flashed with uneasiness, but he still forced himself to remain calm. "Inspector, 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 eyes grew sharper. "Mr. Stark, this isn't a question of whether you're willing to cooperate, but whether you're willing to resolve the problem. I came here today to give you a chance. Pay the overdue wages and improve working conditions. This is not only a respect for your employees, but also a respect for the law."

Eric's smile completely disappeared. He was silent for a moment, then said coldly, "Inspector, you know your request is unreasonable, right? My business needs to be profitable, and I can't just agree to such conditions."

Lynn stood up, his voice low and intimidating. "Mr. Stark, if you continue to ignore these issues, I will ensure that all accounts are carefully reviewed, and I will also make your actions public. 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 turned from resistance to hesitation, and finally he sighed: "Inspector, you are a difficult person. I can pay the overdue wages and consider improving the conditions, but I want to ensure that the interests of the factory are not completely eroded."

Lin En nodded. "This is a start. My goal isn't to shut down your factory, but to enable your employees to work with dignity. If you're willing to truly change, you'll find that this will also be beneficial to the long-term development of your business."

Eric was silent for a moment, then reluctantly nodded. "Okay, I'll have the finance department 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 eyes calm and firm. "I hope you can keep your word, Mr. Stark. Otherwise, the next time we meet, it may not be just a conversation."

Eric said with a forced smile, "Of course, Inspector. I'll do it."

After leaving the office, Lynn took a deep breath. He knew this was just the first step, but at least the workers' rights finally had a starting point. He took out his phone and called Mark: "Mark, inform the workers' representatives that their wage issue will be resolved soon. But we need to continue to monitor Stark and make sure he doesn't pull tricks again." Mark responded, and Lynn hung up, vowing to himself that he would not allow such injustice to continue under his nose.

One evening, when Lynn was about to finish his work for the day, Mark hurriedly pushed open his office door with a serious expression on his face.

"Inspector, I've discovered something," Mark said as he handed Lynn a printed copy of the bank transaction record. "This is Stark's account activity. Recently, they had an unusually large transfer of $5 million to an overseas account. The timing is suspicious. I suspect he might be planning to abscond with the funds."

Lin En took the document and quickly glanced through it, frowning. He took a deep breath and said in a low but concise tone:

With a hint of anger: "This guy just promised to solve the employee's problem, and now he wants to escape so easily?" (End of this chapter)