I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Bang!

Du Jue flipped the plate of unknown meat slices onto the table, which immediately prompted the three smiling men to grab long-stemmed pipes. The ends of those pipes all gleamed with a remarkable metallic sheen, and if swung down, they could probably smash a skull.

"Du Jue, is it because you don't like the food? This chef comes from Lane 23, I guarantee it will suit your taste."

Old Wang tried to smooth things over, but Mei, who was standing next to him, suddenly stood up.

"You little bastard, we're doing this for the chef's sake. You'd better behave and finish this job without wasting our precious time."

They remained unfazed by their display of power, even frowning and fanning themselves.

"This kind of garbage doesn't deserve my food. You little people don't even understand what cooking is. I can't be bothered to explain it to you."

"Oh dear, could it be that you are also one of the eight head chefs? If so, we have been unworthy of your hospitality."

If it were a star in the city, they would certainly be respectful, but that doesn't mean that Smiling Face would be trembling with fear even towards a mere underling.

An essential skill in the city is knowing one's own position. Wang leisurely watched through the holes in his mask, wondering what kind of trouble Du Jue was planning to cause.

Even those neighborhood thugs protected by the two associations dared to go in, cause a ruckus, and then swagger away.

Grabbing the bloody chunk of flesh beside him, Du Jue coldly tossed it into the air, and the boning knife was immediately drawn.

His cooking and swordsmanship skills were not just for show; they could be used to perform acrobatics with ease, not to mention his boning knife, which was a special weapon for cutting meat.

Swish!

The whole piece of meat was cut into thin strips that were connected end to end. The moment it was put into the pot, it was cooked and rolled on the surface of the water, as if covered with a layer of fine gauze.

"I hope you at least have this level of knife skills, otherwise the deal is off. Lord Yi Yin doesn't need substandard goods, much less trade with trash."

Being in a gang means putting on airs, and this skill truly impressed all three of them.

Only then did Wang signal his companion to put down the opium pipe, and the tense atmosphere gradually dissipated.

"This is incredible! You'll probably be a head chef very soon. Fortunately, we have some techniques that you can learn from."

"But are you serious about joining Laughing Face? Won't that conflict with your original job?"

"My goal is to become a head chef. Everything else is secondary. At worst, I'll make you my regular suppliers once I become a head chef."

"Hehe, what I mean is, does the head chef not mind? After all, gangs are not child's play. Once you join, you'll have to follow orders."

Old Wang still didn't give in easily. Instead, he enthusiastically picked up a long slice of meat from the soup pot and put it in his mouth, which made Jin, who was next to him, sit up straight.

"Old Wang! How could you eat it all by yourself?!"

Upon hearing the other party's concerns, Du Jue immediately called Yi Yin.

The sound of boiling oil over a blazing fire could be heard, followed by Du Jue demonstrating what it meant to borrow the tiger's power.

"Yi Yin, I want to add smiling faces to my cooking to improve my skills. What do you say?"

"Of course I support you! Keep it up!"

Ignoring Yi Yin's subsequent words, Du Jue hung up the phone directly.

"So? Do you still have any concerns?"

The three of them were now filled with awe and respect.

I originally thought Du Jue would be at most a deputy, but he seems like a super-connected person who lives off his wife, so my attitude immediately became friendly.

"Oh, Du Jue, how could we have any doubts? We welcome you with a smile."

With a smile on his face, Du Jue finally got what he wanted.

Congratulations on joining Smiley!

[Gained the part-time job talent: Mask]

[Description: A mask, while fixing one's position, is itself a part of the self.]

[Effect 1: You can exhale smoke to form a smoke mask at any time]

[Effect 2: When you wear a smoke mask, your body will continuously release smoke that can block detection; the rate of release depends on your physical activity.]

[Effect 3: When you inhale the smoke, you can temporarily enhance your body, while other creatures will have their nerves paralyzed]

It feels a bit like a human smokescreen, but it does make it easier for Dujue to use his gang identity.

After all, the Death Tattoo ability is too conspicuous and has become inseparable from the Lead Gray Wail.

His identity as the Wenduo finisher follows the path of a weapon master, and this skill with its own special effects can clearly distinguish him from others.

So what's our next step?

"Hmph, of course I'll go and restock. I remember I went to the hospital last time, so this time I'll visit the local gangs."

62

Chapter 62 Smoke.

"We're actually attacking a gang? Doesn't that count as undermining our competitors?"

While smiling and looking at the map to make plans, Du Jue changed her outfit. Her old clothes were almost worn out, so it seemed necessary to find a tailor to make them.

Clothes made from special materials are not only durable, but also provide powerful benefits. For example, the Carnival we encountered before consisted of a group of highly skilled tailors.

"It's important to get to know each other better, and there aren't many ingredients in the back alleys that would catch the chef's eye. We can't just catch some rats or ordinary residents to get by."

Old Wang still emphasized it with that same chuckle, and Mei next to him echoed him.

"That's right. Those low-grade goods don't sell for much money. When we went to the hospital before, our target was also those VIP customers."

"You know, those guys with a bit of money like to buy maintenance packages. They're very health-conscious, and the meat quality is indeed quite good."

Jin took a puff of her pipe before leading the way out of the private room, where an armored truck was parked.

A smiling face leaned out from the driver's seat, warmly welcoming them to get in the car.

"This car is very sturdy. We specially made one, so you can drive it without any problems."

Du Jue watched as Lao Wang opened the carriage door, revealing rows of soft cushions on both sides inside – a truly luxurious experience.

As soon as he got on the bus, Du Jue immediately sent a text message to the neighborhood watch volunteers in red hats, saying that everything should be fine now.

The other party quickly sent a confirmation message, presumably to gather manpower.

As soon as Du Jue put away his communicator, he noticed that the carriage was filled with smoke. The smoke was a bit pungent, causing him to cough a few times.

"Du Jue, do you even smoke? You're not addicted to endorphins, are you?"

"What, do you have some kind of explanation for this smoke?"

"No, that's not true. This smoke isn't our patent, and the smoking pipe is custom-made from the workshop. It's nothing special."

"However, people who haven't undergone adaptive modifications and practice might not be able to stand the smoke. I just forgot about you when I joined, so please bear with me."

This guy isn't as friendly as he seems on the surface. He's quite good at manipulating people's minds behind the scenes. This armored truck doesn't have windows to let the smoke dissipate.

Old Wang was clearly trying to regain his lost face, but Du Jue wouldn't back down.

The experience of loyalty from a stray dog ​​cannot be directly applied to a smiling face. Now, with Yi Yin backing him up, the more domineering he is, the more others will obey him.

Moreover, given that our strength is now far greater than before, we don't need to lower our standards too much.

"Don't worry, I'll get you in touch with the workshop. After all, you're kind of like my little brother now. Is that alright?"

"No need."

Du Jue suppressed his disgust, took a deep breath, and then exhaled. A puff of white smoke rose up and settled on his face, forming a standard smiling expression.

Suddenly, the annoying smoke became comfortable, and the smoke could even be freed up and gathered in one part of the body.

However, the smoke inside the body disappears completely in just a few seconds and needs to be inhaled again.

"This is?!"

The three smiling men stared blankly at Du Jue, who was covered in smoke. The smoke quickly filled most of the carriage, making it impossible to see Du Jue clearly.

Wearing masks for so long had made them rarely express emotions, and now they couldn't help but stare wide-eyed in disbelief.

Old Wang even leaned over and took a puff to confirm that it was a very concentrated smoke before leaning back on the cushion.

"Hehe, Brother Du Jue, you've really prepared everything. It makes me feel like I haven't been able to entertain you properly."

Mei and Jin, standing nearby, held Du Jue in high regard. After all, a workshop weapon with such a long-lasting smoke output must be quite valuable, and the other party was willing to spend money to improve his cooking skills.

"Which workshop made this? There are only a few famous manufacturers of smoke weapons, how come we don't know any of them?"

At that moment, the armored truck came to an abrupt stop, and a series of clattering sounds came from outside.

The three men with smiling faces all picked up their pipes, and Old Wang even stood up and opened the carriage door.

"Hey, Du Jue, this is your first time here with us, and you're probably in for a good time."

Upon getting out of the car, Du Jue discovered that residents on both sides of the road were throwing piles of stones at them, and some were even aiming at them with makeshift crossbows.

He quickly stood behind the car door, the escaping white smoke serving as the best cover to prevent further spread.

Turning to look ahead, Du Jue noticed three rows of scaffolding and rotten planks used to make barricades. These neighborhood watchmen were quite resourceful.

Bang!

Wang easily smashed through the steel-reinforced door and was about to break into the building. If these guys got up there, a large number of people would probably die.

Du Jue quickly drew his boning knife, smoke swirling around his arm, and within three breaths, he had chopped all the barricades into pieces.

"Old Wang, don't waste time on these defective products. We should focus on our business."

"It seems you're in a hurry, but that won't work."

Wang's voice became flat, devoid of laughter, as he kicked open the dilapidated door.

He leaned against the door frame and started smoking his pipe, while Miwa rushed up the stairs, immediately eliciting a series of screams.

"You've joined the Smokers, and even the chef's recommended talents have to do as I say. You know what I mean, buddy."

"In a gang, you have to know your place. If you can't even do that, you won't be able to control the angle of the knife when cutting meat, and you'll cut your own finger."

No one could discern Du Jue's expression amidst the swirling smoke, but Wang loosened his grip on the pipe after the other party made a clear nod.

"Haha, Du Jue, don't worry. We're just arresting the ringleader as a warning to others, you see."

Do not look in the direction the other party is pointing their pipe. There is a man in a red hat with a crossbow in the third-floor corridor, giving instructions.

Although all the neighborhood watch members wore hats and masks to avoid being targeted for individual retaliation later, Du Jue still recognized the guy who had made the promise with him.

"This is troublesome. I'm not very interested in anything other than cooking, but since you've brought it up, I'll take care of it."

Looking at Wang's smiling face, Du Jue clearly sensed his dissatisfaction. In this place, he still had to be compliant to some extent, at least to maintain the attitude of a subordinate.

call out!

Instead of using the stairs, he nimbly jumped up and climbed to the third floor from the balcony, leaving the neighbors watching in the dark.

He then reached out to grab the red hat.

"Laughing Scoundrel, we've been waiting for you!"

Boom!

Red Hat lunged to the right, the window behind him shattered by a spiked ball fired from inside the room, and then shot straight toward Du Jue.

The sudden trap caught Du Jue off guard, leaving Old Wang below somewhat surprised and worried. After all, this kid was the head chef's man, and it would be difficult to explain if he died.

Damn, you guys are pretty clever!

[Safely dodging the spiked ball.]

The moment the command is given, prevent yourself from letting go of the balcony edge and falling backward.

Just then, an arrow shot from the opposite side grazed his face and struck the spiked ball, causing it to deflect slightly. A sudden gust of wind swept through the street, and a large number of pieces of paper and plastic wrapped around the spiked ball from the side.

When it landed on Du Jue, it only covered his face with debris, and the iron spike ball flew away on its own.

He grabbed the balcony again, then suddenly stood up and threw a throwing knife at the man in the red hat who had fallen to the ground in the corridor. The knife pierced the back of his left hand, causing him to scream in agony.

Du Jue then turned and went downstairs, feeling that the talent of his index finger was simply too satisfying to use.

"Oh dear, these people are really cunning. Du Jue, are you alright?"

"Hmph, that guy's already lying on the ground, he should be leaving now."

"Of course, of course."