I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Chi Chi Chi!

Du Jue felt the expensive wooden floor he was stepping on suddenly become scorching hot, and sensing danger, he immediately and without hesitation retreated.

Almost instantly, the murky, colored flow eroded through the wooden planks, like the frantic grasping of a drowning man's hand, leaving the entire corridor riddled with dark holes.

"Quick, come here and let me see!"

The bronze statue knelt on the ground, desperately scooping up the mixed paint, and was immediately bathed in color, like a dreamlike kaleidoscope.

Corrosive white vapor billowed from his body, accompanied by a ecstatic voice.

"I can still see it, I can see your emotions!"

Du Jue's pupils suddenly contracted as the apprentice abruptly waved his hand, unleashing a torrential downpour of colorful raindrops. He immediately hid behind a pillar.

Looking at the paint on the twisted metal food cart, Du Jue felt fortunate to be wearing a high-quality smiling red dress, then gripped the boning knife in reverse and swung it forward violently.

call!

Seemingly hearing the whistling wind, the apprentice hurriedly raised the palette in his hand to shield his chest, but the next moment the boning knife pierced through his skull and firmly embedded itself in the wall behind him.

He stepped over the wall, clearing the nauseating paint, and gripped the boning knife handle again, while the bronze statue collapsed behind him.

"You bunch of losers!"

Walter, who was blocking Wang and Mei at the door, glanced over and started cursing. Did he not know the situation of this client? Could the death of an apprentice ruin the Ring Finger's commission?

Walter was immediately enraged at the thought that his performance was going to be terrible.

"Call for backup!"

Jin, who was busy catching people, couldn't help but glance at Du Jue, who was surrounded by smoke, and shouted at Lao Wang with interest.

"This kid is really putting in a lot of effort in the parade. Let's not fall behind, let's set off some smoke."

After catching his breath against the wall, Du Jue immediately noticed smoke emanating from several places on the first floor. He hurriedly stepped over the paint on the floor to look for Park Hye.

We must rescue them before they arrive with a smile on their face!

Walking through the white corridor, Du Jue glanced around and found that all the rooms were pale yellow, almost identical except for the abstract pattern cards placed in front of the doors.

He limped into the doorway and gently pushed open a door that had no handle and no lock. Looking down, he saw that his right foot, uncovered by the hem of his red dress, was riddled with bloody holes.

Du Jue immediately squatted down and injected himself with a pneumatic syringe before looking into the room. The terrifying sight almost made him lose his balance and fall.

It was an exquisite pinball machine in a large glass case, except that the main body was anatomical representation of a person.

The severed artery was just wide enough to allow the glowing steel ball to pass through, and the muscles and bones were all carefully adjusted to achieve a clever and interesting multi-path trajectory.

A dozen steel balls had accumulated in the anatomical surface of the heart, touching each other without moving. Only the eyeballs in the intact head above noticed the movement and looked at Du Jue pleadingly.

Hey!

Du Jue almost dropped the boning knife in his hand, and his anger towards Wim burned even brighter. He gritted his teeth and pressed the power button to open the glass case.

"what!"

The person inside let out a single, relieved cry before dying, the small steel ball hitting the ground with a series of ticking sounds.

Du Jue immediately turned and left, hurriedly kicking open the room filled with bizarre artworks, followed by a series of intermittent wails.

"Please insert a coin."

"I'm here to get you out of here!"

A man with an afro stood expressionlessly behind the metal vending machine, repeating only one sentence in response to Du Jue's slapping.

Du Jue raised his hand to pull him away, but the other person simply returned to his original position. He immediately realized that this guy probably thought he was a vending machine.

He snatched the coins from his pocket and, defiantly, stuffed them into the coin slot of the vending machine. Immediately, he saw the man with the afro squat down, pick up the coins, put them in his pocket, and then take out a drink from the plastic basket behind him and hand it out.

"Can't you be normal for once?! You're not a vending machine!"

"Please insert coins!"

Forget it, staying here to install vending machines is probably safer than running away.

Du Jue then decided to prioritize finding Park Hye, since most of the artworks were beyond saving. He hurriedly carried his knife and knocked on each door, not even having time to look at the cards on the doors.

There should be anything that can move inside that will react, saving him the trouble of searching each room one by one.

The smoke-filled ears picked up a slight noise, and Du Jue, anxious and impatient, kicked open the door and finally saw his target: a wide one-way glass partition that created a narrow viewing spot.

Park Hye, wearing the pajamas she left home, cowered fearfully in a corner, while all the items in the room were labeled with incomprehensible tags.

[Non-toxic water]

A normal sandwich

There are no unseen, sleeping fire-breathing dragons in the room.

[Dear Park Hye, Master Wim has issued a special order to all staff: you are free to leave at any time.]

Bang!

Avoid inhaling large gulps of smoke. Concentrate fully and strike the glass with your elbow. Countless cracks will immediately appear on the glass. It takes several repeated blows to finally break it open.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He swept the glass shards off his clothes, feeling uncomfortable as his lungs were filled with smoke. After all, others had smoke in their lungs, but he had smoke in his lungs.

After coughing until he felt dizzy, Du Jue finally straightened up.

"Come with me, your brother Park will be looking for me!"

Just as Du Jue was about to turn around, he realized there was no movement behind him. He immediately saw Park Hye's evasive and suspicious gaze, and without saying another word, he picked her up and ran.

"Let me go! I can't leave! You're not my brother!"

"I am your father!"

He covered Park Hye's mouth with his hand and carefully retreated to the window. A glance outside revealed a large number of street cleaners gradually pouring into the street.

The sheer number of them was enough to make even the most ruthless person's scalp tingle.

"This is it, Master Wim!"

"The smiling guy is quite interesting. The parade came to my exhibition hall, which gave me a new idea."

Hearing this calm and composed tone, Du Jue felt that something was very wrong and grabbed Park Hye, stepping onto the windowsill, ready to jump out at any moment.

He managed to escape from the scavenger outside by going to the house he had booked, but here he would probably have to face a Ring Master head-on, which would be too risky without using his Death Aura!

I glanced warily toward the other end of the corridor, where a man and a woman stood, the woman clearly in control.

Du Jue never expected that Master Wim would have such a similar temperament to the girl next door. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, making her look capable and lively. Only her pale white long hair looked very out of place.

"Wait a minute, Wim wasn't at the exhibition hall today, so who are you?!"

The Smiling Faces are a long-established gang; they wouldn't get such important information wrong. There must be something wrong.

These words elicited puzzled looks from the two people on the other end, while Wim shifted his gaze to Park Hye.

"Little Park Hye, are you already planning to leave?"

Du Jue immediately felt the girl in his arms clinging tightly to him in fear and panic, realizing that things were not so easily resolved.

73

Chapter 73 Cleaning.

Before Park Hye could speak, Du Jue covered her mouth again.

There's no point in talking to a madman like Wim; getting into his rhythm will only make Park Hye's condition worse.

"I'm very interested in your smoke. It looks like it's all coming out of your skin pores. Do you have a cigarette holder stuck in your lungs?"

Swish!

Du Jue held Park Hye tightly and suddenly jumped down from the second floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the approaching cleaners, which came in all shapes and sizes but all carried bright red liquid tubes on their backs.

The moment he landed, Du Jue rolled forward to dodge the paintbrush-shaped pistol that followed him.

He anxiously got up and ran wildly toward the street cleaners surging toward the street entrance, a long trail of white smoke running through the narrow street.

When Du Jue turned around, he saw through the window that the masked Polly and Olga flashed by. It seemed that the two agencies were not slow to act and had just attracted the enemy's attention.

[Walking safely through the scavenger herd.]

Holding Park Hye, who was paralyzed with fear, in one arm, Du Jue gave himself instructions and sketched out the best escape route in his mind.

Seeing that there was no one else on the street, Du Jue retracted the shorter boning knife, drew the Blood-Nourishing Sword from his back, and cut the scavenger charging from the right in half.

Blood pump!

The renewed surge of blood made Du Jue feel hot all over. The thick smoke completely obscured his and Park Hye's figures, but Du Jue also felt the discomfort of his body being overloaded.

The swarms of cleaner fish are endless; even with their bright red liquid covering the floor tiles, there seems to be no end to them.

Fortunately, Du Jue only needed to deal with the scavengers on one side as he struggled to move forward against the wall. With each swing of his Blood-Nourishing Sword, a burst of white smoke rose up, turning the street into a foggy city in a short time.

"Cough cough cough!!"

The uncontrollable cough made Du Jue feel like he was about to vomit up his lungs, so he simply threw Park Hye in the corner and focused on cutting off the cleaner's outstretched hand.

Leaning on his Blood-Nourishing Sword, Du Jue suddenly realized that the cleaners had quieted down, understanding that this wave of cleanup had passed, but the next wave was on its way.

After all, the main responsibility of street cleaners is to clean, and they won't stop for a few holdouts; their cleaning KPIs are also very demanding.

However, Du Jue couldn't stop coughing at this moment. The more he coughed, the more he wanted to cough, and his head was buzzing. He immediately removed the smoke mask.

"Don't run around!"

Du Jue, who had just stood up and was wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, immediately noticed Park Hye, who was groping around trying to escape. He picked her up, turned the corner, and banged on the door.

"Three heavy and one light" is the secret code agreed upon with He'an.

He cautiously looked to both sides of the street and immediately spotted another street cleaner appearing. He was really running out of things to do; another round of this would exhaust him to death.

"come on in!"

As soon as the door opened, Du Jue immediately dragged Park Hye inside, closed the door behind him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

You can't break into a back alley late at night; it's a taboo in the city, and even if Wim chases after you, it won't work.

"Senior, who is this guy? Is he on your big order?"

Henli came over and helped Du Jue up, then looked curiously at Park Hye, who looked as if she had suddenly stood up from a deep sleep, completely at a loss.

"That's right, this is a big order, you must keep a close eye on her."

"I have things to do after the alley is empty late at night, so you can stay here until dawn."

Du Jue, who had been earnestly instructing her, suddenly realized that the woman was missing. She immediately sensed something was wrong, carried the weak Park Hye to the dining table, and hurriedly asked her what was wrong.

"Where's Ao? She didn't go out, did she?"

"No, she's just looting the place for anything valuable?"

"What do you mean? Isn't this place rented by you?"

"Well, she felt it was too much of a waste of money, so she just found someone to stay with temporarily."

Isn't this just burglary?!

"You killed people?!"

“We tied him up in the bedroom. We just wanted money. There was no need to kill him, and we didn’t have any organ bags with us.”

Du Jue turned around and saw Ai dragging a body bag out of the room, jumping up and down with joy.

"You've got it sorted out?"

"Leave what you took here. My big order can't afford any surprises."

"Then just get rid of the guy in the bedroom, why not take what's free?"

The living room immediately fell silent, creating a tense atmosphere. After a while, Ai reluctantly threw down the body bag, sat on the sofa, and started watching TV.

"You're the boss, what you say goes."

Du Jue leaned against the door and closed his eyes to rest. Exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he almost fell asleep. He immediately stood up, propped himself up against the wall, and put away what might have delayed him.

"That, senior."

"Huang Silun, what's wrong?"