I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"Stop right there. This money, wow, it's only enough to lick up to this point."

Even after pushing Yi Yin away, Du Jue, who was clutching his neck, still felt short of breath.

Yi Yin seemed to still have some lingering interest, his eyes filled with disapproval, and he lowered his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Why don't you stay here? I'll open a private kitchen for you, with all kinds of ingredients."

"And if you accidentally die out there, I'll be heartbroken, no, I'll go crazy."

"I haven't found this pure and authentic flavor in a long time. If you don't come soon, I'll have to eat myself."

His tone grew increasingly somber, but his sense of crisis about eliminating it only intensified.

This kind of oppressive force is incomparable even to the strongest scenery that Du Jue has ever seen!

Even with the blood circulation pump turned on, it's still a drop in the ocean against this intense pressure.

"Excuse me, do you have any special title?"

"You're just a kitchen helper who's not as good as you. Do you want to start over in Lane 23?"

“No problem, I’ll find other chefs to start the competition early. You’ll definitely become one of the top eight chefs, and everyone will be captivated by you.”

"Now I understand what a life menu is. This amazing way of cooking yourself up in the city is simply an art. How do you make yourself so delicious?"

"Please share it with me too, I'll accept any price."

Sweat was pouring down.

At this moment, Du Jue didn't even want to continue his mission as a stray dog; he just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

The association's rating system is not limited to gangs; a group of people or an individual can be rated, as long as someone wants to make a request to them.

The eight head chefs may sound like just a few ordinary cooks, but they are urban stars just like the Five Fingers, the top gang!

As the highest official executive body, the Southern Second Division of the Association investigated all eight chefs, but the investigation only ended when seven of them ate themselves.

"Moderation is essential!"

"I think you should never eat food hastily, otherwise you will only regret it later."

Du tried his best to remain calm. This guy in front of him could actually get the other head chefs to cooperate. There was no need to guess his identity; he was very likely one of the head chefs!

However, only the sole surviving chef has appeared in the game, so it cannot be confirmed at present.

However, it's certain that she wasn't one of the back alley butchers; otherwise, the talent she had previously acquired wouldn't have been limited to this level.

In this godforsaken place, back alley number 23, the eight head chefs are truly local tyrants, commanding the butchers without any problem.

"Don't worry, I won't be that rough. Your life menu is definitely not finished yet."

"And how desperate would it be to eat you all at once? You'd never be able to eat something like this again. You might as well be dead."

Du Jue breathed a slight sigh of relief; at least he wouldn't be slaughtered now.

"But let's keep in touch!"

"I can't stand not knowing where you are."

To avoid being met with incomprehensible stares, Yi Yin licked and gnawed at his own arm.

Yi Yin lowered his head to eat, causing blood to splatter from his forearm, which then became many blood moles on Du Jue's face.

"This feeling of wanting to eat you is also nice."

"Oh, don't get me wrong! These meal replacements can't compare to you at all; you're one of a kind!"

Who asked you?!

Du Jue slowly shuffled back to the parking lot, avoiding Yi Yin's burning gaze, until the large iron cage at the entrance concealed his figure.

Wear headphones and avoid pressing the play button while your head is trembling.

"Ai, are you there?"

"Stop it! Stop it!"

That's much better now.

We still need to equip these three "tools" with prosthetic bodies as soon as possible, so they'll at least have some help.

"Why are you shaking?"

Zulu watched as Du Jue inexplicably trembled all over, and suspected that he had gone out to do drugs with that woman.

Endorphins are more reliable; they only provide a sense of comfort and won't cause madness.

"We've received the payment; it's time for us to head back."

What's so special about being a mere city star? He'll reach the pinnacle of the world sooner or later.

Avoid repeatedly repeating the mantra; you'll quickly calm down.

Fear alone cannot defeat him.

This was his first time encountering such a person, so he lacked experience. He will surely be able to make good use of this next time!

"Okay, everyone get on the bus."

Zulu didn't check the payment, and told his underlings to close the back door of the car and prepare to go back.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Du Jue was filled with an urgent desire to get promoted and become stronger.

The city isn't a dungeon for leveling up; even at low levels, he'll encounter City Stars or Color Finishers.

He can't climb up so slowly; he should take initiative!

"Boss Zulu, I heard that Thumb is going to wipe out Vacuum Fist. Are we, the Stray Dogs, involved in this?"

"Was the recent sweep of the back alleys all preparation for this?"

Zulu glanced at Dujue, whose hair and clothes were soaked with sweat, and became curious about what he had done with the female butcher, and why he looked so exhausted.

Sigh, being in a gang isn't easy.

For a moment, he felt a slight pity and sympathy for Du Juesheng.

Bang!

Just as Zulu was about to speak, a large truck swerved and pulled over from the side, causing the vehicle to lose its balance upon impact.

Before anyone could react, Du Jue was thrown onto the car window.

"Get down here, all of you. If you don't want to die, hurry up and get down here."

18 hook side

"There's never a moment of peace."

Du Bu calmly looked at the person approaching from his right front.

They were wearing red-sleeved jackets, and most of them wore fang-shaped masks, making them look like a decent gang.

Seeing the refrigerated truck not slowing down at all, Tae-in, the leader, angrily ordered that everyone on board be killed.

To Du Jue's surprise, the huge scythe-shaped weapon beside Tai Ren was not held in his hand, but was connected to his body.

"These guys only obey when a knife is held to their throats."

Just as the vehicle passed by, the sickle bearing the Alliance Corporation logo swung violently, slashing a jagged gash into the steel body.

Zulu stepped on the brakes without showing any fear.

"If only we could wear a thumbs-up badge, there wouldn't be so many idiots attacking us."

The gang members who rushed up were punched in the head by Zulu as soon as they climbed onto the car door.

Zulu pushed open the car door, shook his hands, and jumped out.

"Hey, Sickle Bro, did you buy this living weapon from Alliance Corporation? Is it compatible with cybernetic bodies?"

"I want to get one too, so I can cosplay as a praying mantis."

Do not lean against the car window and raise your chin at Tae-in.

This instantly enraged Tae-in, who didn't even bother to utter a harsh word.

An exceptionally sharp sickle pierced through the car window, about to pierce Du Jue's head, causing Tae In's lips to involuntarily twitch upwards beneath his mask.

clang!

Du Jue raised his hand, pulled out a knife, and slammed it down on the sickle. He then leaped out of the car window, his extreme agility causing Tae-in to quickly retreat.

A swift, lightning-fast slash came straight for his face. Tae-in barely dodged it, but felt as if he had just escaped death.

The small, ordinary knife that slashed his face was something that Tae-in would have been absolutely certain of tearing any enemy wielding such a ridiculous weapon to pieces in the past.

"Kill you!"

The second, slightly smaller sickle beside Tae-in swiftly swept past, determined to disembowel Du-jue.

A long line of blood immediately appeared below Du Jue's collarbone. He withdrew and stepped back, lightly tasting the blood on the blade.

"Why is it spicy? And it tastes a bit spoiled."

I'm going to eat you up!

With his eyes bloodshot, Tae-in charged and spun again, creating a flurry of flashing blades.

Swish!

Du Jue suddenly threw a knife that struck Tae-in in the right eye, and the sharp pain in his eye socket made him pause.

Dodging the scythe, Du Jue immediately performed a front flip, swiftly grabbed the hilt of the knife, and cleanly pulled it out, leaving a bloody arc in its wake.

"what!!"

Tae-in, who was covering his eyes, knelt on the ground, and McQueen, who was holding a large knife, immediately stepped in front of him to protect him.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

"What misunderstanding?"

"We thought you were just travelers or cargo dealers from out of town. We didn't expect you to be so powerful. We won't be coming here again next time."

Without informing anyone else, McQueen picked up Tae-in and prepared to leave.

Du Jue was amused. This city is too bizarre. Can even this kind of thing be considered a misunderstanding?

Only because his current speed far exceeds that of ordinary people can he easily outmaneuver his opponent. If it really comes down to a head-on confrontation, Du Jue doesn't think that scythe can throw him more than ten meters away.

The gang members quickly withdrew, and Zulu spat out a mouthful of blood before getting back into the car.

"Get in the car. These little gangs pop up every few days. Ignore them."

"I really like that living weapon, wait for me."

"Who the hell is waiting for you? Taking the long way is a waste of time anyway. If you don't get in the car, I'm leaving."

Du Jue completely ignored Zulu, since the payment was still in his hands, and he hadn't given it to him even after asking several times in the truck.

Only the rich are the bosses.

Following the trail of blood on the ground, Du Jue chased after them.

"Woof woof, the thump-thump sandwich, more suited to the constitution of Lane 23, is your top choice for fast food!"

As soon as you step out of the street corner, you see the farce across the road: a brown-haired girl dressed in an exaggerated and ridiculous hot dog mascot costume is lying on the ground soliciting customers.

With his eyes covered, Tae-in's vision was limited, and he kicked the doll-like girl to the ground.

"You idiot, can't you watch where you're going?!"

Tae-in roared, blood flowing from between his fingers, and immediately ripped the mascot costume apart with his scythe.

Leslie, who narrowly escaped, immediately prostrated herself and apologized profusely, even though it wasn't her fault.

"I'm telling you, your apology was quite sincere."

"Yes, guest, please forgive me."

"But I can't stand guys like you who just put on an act."

Tear!

Sensing something was wrong, Leslie dodged, and a deadly scythe grazed her nose.