I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"The Giant Item Workshop can allow you to temporarily buy a portion on credit, but if anything happens to you before the debt is fully repaid, our workshop has the right to take it back first."

"Do you provide dimensional gloves?"

"Um, this is a standalone item, not an accessory. It's the same in all workshops."

Du readily agreed, since he was the one who would benefit, and such a powerful tool would be perfect for dealing with the upcoming association review.

Seeing that Du Jue had put the crusher, which had been on display in the workshop for many years, into the leather glove after paying the fee, Master Arno returned to the warehouse at the back with a sigh of relief and started drinking.

"Do you have any similar weapons here, Arno?"

Feeling the yellow leather gloves tightly wrapping around his palms, Du Jue was immediately filled with excitement. As the finisher, he could exert powerful combat strength even without using smoke.

"Dude, one isn't enough for you?! No matter how much money you have, the finishing customers at our Giant Item Workshop only buy one item. Having more is useless!"

Despite saying that, Arno still looked puzzled and reluctantly walked to the other side of the exhibition wall.

Du Jue turned his head and saw a spiral spear. If that thing were to stab into his chest and then be pulled out, his internal organs and ribs would probably all be pulled out.

Unfortunately, the workshop hamster's enhancement is in terms of load-bearing capacity rather than pure strength. Otherwise, if he had a dozen heavy spears, they would be more useful than any artillery fortress. Just throwing them would probably be enough to blow a human body apart.

"Let's do this one next."

An association building.

Typically, major associations in a city will set up a branch in each of the four cardinal directions of the city, and these branches will be located in their respective buildings in the city center or back alley for easier management.

Avoid ever stepping back into this bustling back alley commercial district again. You can see Walter roaring in the Second Association's police station right at the entrance; he's clearly been having a run of bad luck lately.

The white-painted association building in Phnom Penh looks solemn and imposing, its exterior resembling tightly stacked volcanic rock pillars, exuding a sense of oppressive order.

"Harold, what brings you here? Could that cleanup guy, Wendo, really be a problem that needs to be suppressed?!"

"It is too early to draw any conclusions."

"But I heard that all eight head chefs are gathered in Lane 23. Shouldn't your Department 3 be cooperating with Department 2? After all, that's the City Star."

"The section chief is just leading people to do some auxiliary work. The main force is not the 3rd Section. That's why I was ordered to come and investigate another matter when I had some free time."

Du Jue glanced at the two finishers chatting in the waiting area on the right. Harold, who was speaking, had a striking green hair and quietly responded to his colleague's gossip.

Suddenly she turned and met Du Jue's gaze. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the burns on the lower half of Du Jue's face before she apologized to her colleague and got up to walk over.

The people around me, whether they were from the association or the firm that were wrapping things up, greeted me respectfully, and many fans also excitedly greeted me.

This wasn't because of her androgynous and outstanding appearance, but because Harold was a first-order finisher belonging to an association!

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Wen Duo from the molar dental clinic?"

Even if the other party is smiling and doesn't show any aggression, Du Jue can still feel the threat of a sharp blade in front of him.

There are also differences among Tier 1 finishers. In an association that frequently needs to investigate and eliminate urban stars, most finishers are combat-specialized types.

"It's me. How does the association plan to investigate me?"

"The rest of the work has been almost done. Both Mr. Run and Ms. Olga highly praised your ability to finish up."

"Most of the commissions you've handled before were fine."

Du Jue, who had been feeling quite at ease, immediately realized something was wrong upon hearing this. He quickly looked around and realized that with so many association members here, escaping would be nearly impossible.

"However, I hope you understand the responsibilities of a cleanup crew member and don't get too involved with the gang."

Does that mean I have friends while I'm smiling?

"It's perfectly fine for gang members to reform and become the ones who clean up the mess, but you can't be two-faced. Have I made myself clear enough?"

Hey!

Could it be that they've discovered they've been switching between gangs and associations?

"I see."

Harold nodded when he saw Du Jue cooperating so well. Her emotions seemed to remain completely calm throughout. Seeing this, Du Jue also controlled his hand that wanted to draw his knife.

"Please behave yourself from now on. This is just a warning. If any association finds that you are using gangs to create commissions and then handling them yourself, you will be punished accordingly."

“Punishments include, but are not limited to, demotion, short-term ban on accepting commissions, removal from the list of those who handle such cases, and violent suppression.”

If I can't do it here, there are plenty of other places I can do it!

Du Jue was thinking about whether he could be promoted to a Tier 1 finisher and then demoted to make him do it all again. The mere association couldn't possibly control him with a promotion. At worst, he could just be sent to World Wings. But on the surface, he showed an expression of fear and trepidation.

"Thanks for the reminder. From now on, gang matters will no longer interfere with my work as a cleanup crew."

"It seems I have made the key point clear, so please follow me."

Harold led Du Jue all the way to the closed training room on the fourth floor, which appeared to be a room reserved for association close-ups.

"Although I roughly understand your strength, the combat power test for finishers still needs to go through a process. Please don't hold back. My name is Harold, and I am a first-tier finisher from the Southern 3rd Division."

"There are training weapons provided by the standard workshop nearby. Please feel free to use them."

Harold turned around and was already holding a short black stick with neat white patterns engraved on it. With a flick of her wrist, it instantly transformed into a jet-black spear.

"Are you sure you don't need to hold back?"

“During the investigation, I discovered that you used to appear to be a member of the 'Stray Dogs' group? So you don't seem to pose a threat to me.”

"But I don't have accurate evidence yet. Maybe you and he are twins. But if you restrain yourself in the future, it's all harmless."

"I've already explained the reason: some of the people who cleaned up the mess had previously been involved in gangs."

So that's all the information they found. Du Jue breathed a sigh of relief and began to straighten his clothes. This strange behavior puzzled Harold, who was sitting opposite him.

"What are you doing?"

"I have a lot of weapons in my workshop, so I need to sort them out first to avoid hurting myself."

"You hid your weapon in your clothes?"

"No, I just got a new weapon called the Crusher. I hope no one will have any accidents during this test."

Before Harold could ask any further questions, he saw Du Jue's right hand, gloved with leather, suddenly grab forward, and an exaggeratedly large, terrifyingly long-handled serrated blade appeared.

Such a ferocious beast was carried lightly on Dujue's shoulder, while the massive weapon was held in one hand, giving Harold the illusion of being off-balance just by looking at it.

"This is... the Giant Object Workshop?!"

84

Chapter 84 Qualifications.

"I remember it wasn't for sale?"

Harold, who had just been smiling and composed, couldn't hold back anymore. There are only about twenty high-end workshops in the south, which seems like a lot, but any senior finisher with more years of experience will have visited them all.

Although the products from Giant Workshop are not as versatile as those from other companies, they are sturdy and durable. Harold had naturally seen the Crusher on display at the workshop, but she never expected that someone would actually buy this thing and be able to swing it.

"Maybe it's because I can use it easily, that guy asked me not to cover up the sign of the Giant Removal Workshop."

"You want to use your services to advertise? Oh, I see. I was quite ignorant."

Harold took off her knee-length association-issue coat, revealing her well-proportioned body wrapped in a white shirt. She dared not treat this test as a mere formality.

She is now more worried that if they are not careful when eliminating the use of run-over devices, one of them might end up with a broken bone and lying down.

This isn't a matter of actual strength; anyone would be unable to withstand being hit head-on by a large truck, and Harold isn't a cyborg whose body parts can be replaced.

"and many more!"

Seeing Du Jue approaching with his arm extended, Harold quickly reminded him.

"This training room has special protection and shock absorption, so there's no need to worry. However, there's a one-way glass wall on the right, where the clerical staff are responsible for recording test results. Be careful not to smash it."

Du Jue turned his head to look at the wall and, sure enough, found the rectangular mirror that could only reflect his and Harold's figures.

Behind the observation window, besides the three clerical staff at their desks, were three finishing staff from Vision Agency.

Alok, who was recording with three cameras (red, yellow, and green), looked Du Jue up and down before speaking with great conviction.

"See? I told you Du Jue and Wen Duo were twins. How could one person have undergone both smoke adaptation modification and physical enhancement to this extent? The two surgeries are incompatible."

"Indeed, and Du Jue's body can also emit smoke. I guess he has a smoke machine inside him, but such a hollow structure makes it impossible for him to hold onto the Crusher."

“I had already checked before, and Du Jue is also in charge of an orphanage. It seems that the two of them are quite short of money. I guess we will have the opportunity to cooperate again in the future.”

In the training room.

Du Jue turned his gaze away and walked step by step toward Harold. His appearance showed no tactical acumen or speed, which made Harold feel a little annoyed at being slighted.

"Battles aren't about who has the biggest weapon."

Harold's black gun swiftly transformed into a black arm blade covering his entire right arm, instantly appearing beside Du Jue. Even as he felt the violent wind pressure brought by the crusher, he remained unfazed.

squeak!

The hard textured floor of the training room was immediately trodden into a black mark. Harold suddenly changed direction and skillfully dodged the crusher's serrated edge. His sharp arm blade slashed a white-edged black shadow towards Du Jue's chest.

Her rich combat experience is the source of her confidence to strike back. The unavoidable problem with heavy weapons is that they are difficult to change tactics. As long as she seizes this opportunity, she can defeat the enemy with one blow.

Blood pump!

Du Jue turned his head to meet Harold's surprised gaze on his right, then suddenly exerted force with both hands until the veins in his arms bulged, and the terrifyingly large saw blade instantly reversed and stirred up a whirlwind again.

"what?!"

Sorry, my resilience is limitless!

Harold felt a deadly warning pierce the top of her head as she watched the sharp serrated blade hurtling towards her. Her right arm blade quickly covered both arms, and she hurriedly raised her hands to cross and block in front of her head.

Boom!

Even the forceful reversal of the crusher's obstruction didn't feel much of the sluggishness brought by Harold. It wasn't until the saw blade swept across that they heard the explosion and looked at Harold on the left wall.

Those who immediately grabbed and crushed the weapon looked at it with great joy, feeling that the saw blade on it was completely useless, and that it was just a demolition sledgehammer!

"Can this even be considered a weapon?"

The people in the observation window were speechless for a moment, unable to imagine what the Giant Workshop had hoped for when it created this thing.

Darroch, whose head was covered in cameras, silently reviewed the replay of what had just happened.

Harold was clearly a Tier 1 finisher in the 3rd Division of the Association, someone who would be a figure even in Wings of the World, yet he was swatted away like a ping-pong ball.

"Are you alright? I just got this thing and I'm not sure how to control my strength yet."

"Cough cough cough."

Harold, who was half-squatting on the ground, transformed the weapons on his hands back into black short sticks before standing up.

Although she looked a bit disheveled, she only had a little blood coming from her mouth and nose, and Du Jue was starting to doubt whether she had really hit her.

"As a fifth-tier finisher, you are fully qualified. I will also inform the association's rating personnel about this, and you will not need to take this kind of test again."

Harold swallowed the blood that was rising in his throat, considering the large number of people around. He figured he could just get checked out at the medical room later; he couldn't lose face for the association.

Having finally resolved the issue of preventing the crusher from being taken back, he gave a heads-up and prepared to go and cause trouble for Ootori.

After all, the other party is very likely located in K's nest, which is very troublesome to eliminate this back alley person. The first thing to solve is how to sneak into the nest.

It's important to know that the Nest is the core area of ​​each World Wing, and there are even special entry and exit points for those entering and leaving. Without connections, it's really difficult to get in.

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Wenduo. I've come to test you, but actually, I just wanted to ask you something casually."

"what?"

Do you know the Lead Grey Symphony?

He almost gave himself away by trying to prevent cardiac arrest, but on the surface he only showed a puzzled expression.

"Here's the thing, the Third Division of the Association is preparing to investigate the Lead Grey Symphony, so I need to do a preliminary investigation first. If you provide any useful information, the Association will reward you."

"Isn't that the new City Star that appeared in District 23? Aren't you going to investigate it?"

Harold shrugged.

“There’s a lot of cooking going on there right now, so it’s really hard to investigate. I’d rather find people from Lane 23 to get information.”

"After all, it's impossible for a city star to rise without leaving any trace. Perhaps someone has seen a similar person. I plan to hire an agency to further gather clues."

“That makes a lot of sense. Maybe you could ask Smiling Face. I remember they often work with the chef at Lane 23.”

"Thank you, I've got it."

“At first I also wanted to ask the gangs, but there are too many gangs from Lane 23. If I had preconceived notions, I would probably think that no matter which gang I looked at, they would be related to Lead Grey Symphony.”