The supervisor was spitting furiously, seemingly holding back for a long time, venting out with delight.

"My dad is not a troublemaker! It’s you! You bunch of villains!"

The little boy shouted at the top of his voice, using his small strength to defend his father.

"We’re the villains?"

The supervisor pointed at himself, with a sinister appearance and pointy face, resembling the cunning villains in movies.

"All the skyscrapers in Sha City were built by us, we provide jobs for thousands of migrant workers like your dad, giving them work, food, and a way to support their families. The development of this city is inseparable from the contributions of our company. But your dad? Just because he couldn’t move in a little late, he sued us, and when he lost, he went to hang banners, slandering and defaming us, severely damaging our company’s reputation. Little brat, do you know what this is? Elementary school kid hasn’t learned yet? I tell you, it’s provoking trouble, it’s illegal and criminal behavior. You could go to jail for it!"

After all, being only eight or nine years old, the supervisor’s menacing demeanor frightened the young boy, causing him to show fear and tremble slightly.

Wei Yuntao stood up immediately, firmly holding his son’s hand and standing in front of him, doing his best to be the mountain that shelters him from the storm.

"Why shout at a child? Slander and defamation? Wasn’t it you who blatantly breached the contract? Such a big company, dare to act but not admit?"

"Admit? Admit what?"

The supervisor also stood up, revealing his ferocious nature, "The court has ruled. We have no problem. If you disrupt the street because the verdict isn’t to your liking, then where’s the order? Society would be a mess!"

As a bricklayer, eloquence certainly wasn’t Wei Yuntao’s forte, but was he speechless due to lack of eloquence at this moment?

No.

It was the law that upholds justice and fairness that left him "without a word".

"You, a small bricklayer, when you take a job there’s just a bit of matter, it can be precisely planned, estimating when to finish. But do you know the scale of our projects? How many workers need dispatching, how many departments need coordination, whether a deadline is met sooner or later, it’s all reasonable!"

The competent supervisor, with a partial word in banal support, made Lu Xu unknowingly nod as he pushed up his glasses, revealing satisfaction.

"You, you all... twisting facts!"

Wei Yuntao pointed at the group of fact-distorting villains, his dark face flushed with anger.

"Now is a society ruled by law, who’s right or wrong, what you say doesn’t count, what I say doesn’t count, only the court counts!"

The court’s verdict became the supervisor’s trump card, also the airtight seal blocking all of Wei Yuntao’s grievances.

"Well, well! I just don’t believe that you can truly rule over everything single-handedly. I will keep fighting against you, if not a day then a month, if not a month then a year, I will persist till the day justice arrives!"

Saying this, Wei Yuntao took his son by the hand and turned to leave.

The supervisor was furious, "Stop!"

The silent tough guys were activated, with bad intentions, to surround the father and son.

"Mr. Wei."

Lu Xu’s words froze the scene again.

"I very much admire Mr. Wei’s courage. In this world, those who dare to persist relentlessly in what they believe is right are few, whether it’s actually right or not."

Wei Yuntao stopped, responding firmly with one phrase.

"Justice lives in the hearts of people!"

Lu Xu smiled indifferently.

"I want to discuss not justice with Mr. Wei, but the ratio of investment and return. Mr. Wei is a bricklayer, standing on the street for a day, losing only a day’s wages, but what about the child? Has Mr. Wei considered what impact other people’s strange looks will have on a child just a few years old? Living long-term in this environment, his heart will suffer irreversible harm."

"I understand Mr. Wei brings him because the child has no caregiver, but is it truly for the child’s good this way? If his classmates know he stands on the street with his father holding a banner, he will not be able to hold his head high in school, becoming a joke and rejected by them."

"Mr. Wei."

"Your partner may be watching you from below the ground."

Even the supervisor shuddered, looking tentatively at the gentle Lu Xu on the sofa.

Wei Yuntao suddenly turned.

"Shut up!"

"You’re not qualified to mention my partner!"

Lu Xu nodded calmly, "I am not qualified, but I can avoid mentioning it, yet Mr. Wei cannot avoid thinking."

"Being ostracized, cold eyes, mockery, those are nothing. But if due to Mr. Wei’s stubbornness, any accident happens..."

Lu Xu’s gaze fell on the small boy being shielded behind him.

"I’m afraid Mr. Wei’s partner, even as a ghost, would not forgive you."

People living at the bottom of society also have untouchable scales.

The untouchable scale for this bricklayer Wei Yuntao undoubtedly is his son he relies on for survival.

Upon hearing the son used as leverage, his eyes reddened instantly, hot blood rushed to his brain, emotions piled up long broke like a flood, rationality collapsed suddenly.

"Restrain him!"

The supervisor sensing danger shouted quickly, but it was already late.

What is it that migrant workers lack the least?

Strength!

"Thud!"

Wei Yuntao, losing his mind, let go of his son, stepped onto the coffee table, and just before the tough guys could rush over, like a caged tiger he lunged at Lu Xu.

Lu Xu seemed stunned by the sudden change, sitting motionlessly on the sofa.

"Bang!"

A solid punch landed on Lu Xu’s gentle face, the fierce power swung his head to one side, his glasses slanted, blood instantly gushed from his mouth.

How does that saying go?

The wrath of a common man spills blood within five steps.

You can bully an honest man, but don’t push an honest man too far.

"I said, you are not to mention my partner!"

Wei Yuntao spoke word by word.

The tough guys, a beat behind, rushed over, controlling him, dragging him backwards.

Wei Yuntao stared fiercely at Lu Xu, not struggling, perhaps knowing he lacked the ability to struggle.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, with a punch thrown by a bricklayer, Lu Xu fixed his glasses again, wiped his mouth corner, looked at the blood on his fingers. Instead, he evilly smiled.

"Mr. Lu, are you alright?"

The supervisor rushed over to assist.

Lu Xu waved him off, rejecting the supervisor’s attention, tongue touched the cracked lip as though feeling the pain intensity, then rose slowly.

A big figure truly remains composed.

Even now, staying unperturbed.

"Dad! Let go of my dad!"

The little boy, also restrained.

Lu Xu dusted his suit jacket, unconcerned, walked close to Wei Yuntao, stopped only a step away, then said in a volume only for the two:

"Tell me, are you provoking trouble?"

"There are cameras here."

Indeed.

Two corners of the ceiling had cameras, fully capturing events in the office.

"The law can’t deal with me now, can it deal with you, Mr. Bricklayer?"

With eyes locked, Lu Xu gave the opponent a chilling sinister look and then turned his head.

"Call the police."

"Ah, ah?"

The supervisor was unprepared.

"I said, call the police."

"Despicable!"

Wei Yuntao cursed angrily.

The supervisor recollected, hurriedly pulling out his phone, pointing at him, "You are screwed!"

"Dad!"

The little boy, being pulled, screamed his heart out.

Wei Yuntao, clamped by the shoulders, struggled to look back.

"Don’t be afraid! Remember what dad said!"