When people make choices, there is often a moment of impulsiveness; the target of this impulse is what they truly want to choose.
For the young man facing a difficult choice, in the moment Lynch offered him the opportunity to choose, he was tempted to say he would cut off one of his…
He already had children, was married, and that thing wasn't as useful to him as people might think; he remembered the doctor saying that having only one also made no major difference from a normal person—this bit of knowledge came from a coworker he once had.
This small construction company typically took on very ordinary small jobs, like leveling the ground, which definitely required using a pneumatic hammer.
The powerful impact of the pneumatic hammer can instantly compact the ground, requiring only two to three people to operate, being low-cost and highly efficient. It had always been a favorite tool of small construction companies.
At that time, one of his coworkers, due to improper operation, let a corner of the pneumatic hammer hit his crotch, and a little unfortunate piece was smashed and squeezed out.
Why was his operation considered improper? Because the insurance company didn't want to fully compensate, and ultimately, under the persuasion of the doctor and the insurance company's claim manager, he gave up the most suitable medical plan and chose the one that could get him more cash.
It was also then the young man realized that one was actually enough, and they joked that if worse comes to worst, they could also get rid of one and at least get money from the insurance company.
But impulse is always just impulse. During the impulsive moment, nothing seems difficult, but once it passes, people begin to fear the obstacles.
Compared to missing a small part, losing a hand, marrying this girl here might be a good choice.
He looked back at Lynch, the glaring sunlight made it hard for him to open his eyes, Lynch, backlit, seemed like a shadow in the sky, or some divine sign; the sunlight outlined a golden edge around his figure, making it impossible to stare directly at his face.
"Mr. Lynch, I'm willing to marry this girl," the young man said decisively.
Lynch nodded slightly and looked at the girl, "Are you willing?"
The girl bit her lip and nodded. Isn't this exactly what she wanted?
She could bind this foreigner, even if it's just to buy her a ticket to the Federation and let her secure a visa and resident card through their marital relationship. She didn't care about anything else, even if they settled down there and then divorced.
As a female, as a woman, she knew how to easily earn more money.
Both parties nodded in agreement, and everyone rejoiced; some people behind the girl also showed smiles.
As long as the girl could go to the Federation and settle there, her relatives could also get short-term visas to visit her. Then the girl could give them some money to buy ship tickets, and a new life would begin.
As for how to survive there and make enough money for themselves, that was another matter.
When people yearn for a better life, they always overestimate themselves and underestimate the difficulty of what they are about to experience.
With the arrival of a beautiful new life, people's anger and vigilance turned into smiles. The onlookers also smiled, thinking this was a victory, even with a bit of envy.
If such an opportunity could be exchanged with just one sister, this deal wasn't a loss, and some even thought these foreigners should at least appreciate their wives…
When these people planned to leave with a "big unity" ending, the Police Station Director also breathed a sigh of relief.
No larger-scale bloody conflict broke out; today's event could even be said to be not a bad thing.
It witnessed the "love" between a local girl and a foreigner and also witnessed a family's bright future. How could this be a bad thing? Clearly, it was a major joyous event!
He even thought that if the Provincial Governor asked, he could treat this event as a link between Nagariel people and the Bayler people, which also perfectly fits the current main theme.
He walked to Lynch's side again, lowered his head slightly, and spoke humbly in a low voice, "Mr. Lynch…"
But Lynch's voice interrupted him again, "Now that their matter is settled, we should discuss our issues."
In the universally spoken language, Lynch's pronunciation was very standard, and communication is an important bridge connecting people.
A standard spoken language can definitely make people feel favorably at the first moment.
So everyone present could understand his words.
Some faces still held smiles, Lynch looked at them, and they felt a bit at a loss. At this moment, the leader stepped forward.
The girl pulled him; it was her brother.
"Mr. Lynch, I am the one who led them; my reason was burned away by the flames of anger. I solemnly apologize to someone remarkable like you; your tolerance and mercy are as vast as the ocean!" He spoke in heavily accented local speech with flattering and praising words and bowed.
This seemed to have become a… customary procedure in many people's eyes?
After making mistakes, as long as the loss isn't great, bowing to these powerful figures to admit wrongs and praising them to gain forgiveness has almost become a behavioral rule in Nagariel.
Actually, it's not that those in power are so magnanimous, it's just that these small nuisances aren't enough to provoke their anger, so their attitude towards these people is not tolerance, but disregard!
But Lynch is not that kind of person. Today's incident is a crisis, but it is also a rare opportunity.
Lynch shook his head with a smile and waved at Nell, who then walked up to stand beside him.
Lynch looked at those people, and especially the one leading them, "This person, Mr. Nell, Manager Nell, or whatever else, is my father..."
The Police Station Director, who was smiling while hiding his internal displeasure, lost his smile the moment he heard this sentence.
His internal discomfort caused by Lynch ignoring him also vanished into thin air in an instant.
What the hell, you let your dad come here as an ordinary person, isn't that setting him up?
Now is not the time to consider this problem, the Director of the Police Station had more sweat on his face, and he vaguely felt his sphincter relax, a trickling heat appeared again. He hurriedly tightened his abdomen and bent over to lean towards Lynch.
This time, Lynch did not interrupt him.
"Mr. Lynch... I didn't know Mr. Nell was your father..."
Lynch gave him a sidelong glance; the slow-moving eyeballs carried something unsettling, yet it was just an eye movement with no change in his expression.
The Police Station Director shut his mouth on his own this time. He held his breath; Lynch's gaze brought him such pressure that he couldn't carry on with his words.
Lynch's gaze returned to the people standing in front of him. "My father's head was smashed by your men, my place was wrecked by you, the losses are innumerable."
"Anyone who makes a mistake must be punished, whether it is my employees, myself, or you all."
"I'll give you a choice: break a leg and crawl out, or go to jail and never think about coming out in this lifetime!"
Punishing his own people first, then others, this seemed more credible, so much so that the onlookers didn't feel Lynch was bullying anyone. Some even felt Lynch was actually a good person.
After all, he lost an iron door, some house roofs, some appliances, steel, and various things... But he only asked to break their legs, which was already very merciful.
In Nagariel, life is less valuable than things.
So whether it's breaking a leg or being thrown into jail, it's severe but not excessive, and no one around spoke up for these young people; they just watched silently.
"Mr. Lynch, some things were not done by us..."
Lynch ignored him. "If you don't know how to choose, I'll choose for you. Perhaps a lifetime of prison meals would suit you; in there, you'll have a stable job and a stable food supply, much better than living freely outside."
"I'm a reasonable person, and I hope you can be reasonable too!"
Lynch's statement made the atmosphere on site somewhat serious, but the choices were really difficult, whether it's breaking a leg or going to jail.
"It seems you can't make a decision...," Lynch turned to look at the Police Station Director beside him, who was hanging his head and bending over, "Director..."
"I'll choose the leg, Mr. Lynch!", the young man leading them stepped forward. He gritted his teeth; now that some things had an outcome, hope was ahead, he had no reason to give up hope.
Just breaking a leg, later walking might not be convenient, but once they get to the Federation, where money is everywhere, even the simplest job would allow them to earn much more than now.
There was only one meter left to the door of hope; he wouldn't give up.
"Mr. Lynch, I've realized my mistake, I choose... to accept the punishment." He stepped forward and stopped not far from Lynch.
The muzzles around him vaguely aimed at him, yet he became quite calm at this moment.
Perhaps having made a decision, he wasn't afraid anymore. "How do you plan to do it?"
Lynch walked to the Senior Soldier, drew the handgun from its holster again, and held it up to Nell, indicating for him to shoot and break the young man's leg.
Nell wasn't an extraordinary person; he was just a somewhat repressed, somewhat bewildered, newly becoming affluent ordinary person. Before this, let alone using a gun to hurt anyone, he hadn't even used a gun to harm small animals.
Now asking him to shoot and break someone's leg... he found it very difficult.
Seeing Nell's evasive eyes, Lynch withdrew the gun, expertly unlocked the safety, took a step forward, and fired three shots into the air!
Instantly, the bird flock that had just settled on the tree canopy fluttered up into the sky again with a whoosh...
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