I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

So soon they're going to be piracy addicts?!

"I've already eaten. How about this, I'll take you to the amusement park when I have time."

"Great!"

After making a fuss, Du Jue hurriedly returned to the Well in the Moon Exhibition Hall.

[Kekeqi: Everyone's here. The exhibition hall has been specially soundproofed and protected. You'd better be careful not to let anyone cause trouble tonight. Once the alley is quiet late at night, leave on your own.]

This guy is quite shrewd; he didn't let Du Jue meet with those ring finger masters. If someone noticed and recognized Du Jue, it would be difficult to handle.

He closed the exhibition hall doors, casually lay down on the windowsill and drew the heavy curtains, took out his communicator to reply to live stream comments, and used this as a way to pass the time.

[Brandon: Nemo [10 eyes] What an excellent live stream idea! Interested in collaborating? Roland [10 eyes] There are so many concerts in the city, it's hard to find them. Can't you tell me which one it is? Park Hye [10 eyes] Is this live stream an instruction? Is it fake? Lesti [22 eyes] Hey, why does the city girl look so familiar?]

Du Jue's gaze fell on Nemo's name. Nemo was the representative of the Cane Agency and also a Tier 1 Finisher. He hadn't expected the popularity of Urban Girl to rise so quickly, even spreading to the high-level circles.

He immediately opened his private messages and was stunned. The chat notifications had 99+ messages and he couldn't see the end of them. When he clicked on them, he saw that most of them were messages from urban girls listening to his troubles and comforting him.

Brandon is quite something; who can stand chatting with others on multiple threads 24/7? He deserves some credit for this buzz.

[To Nemo: Obey the orders. To Roland: This is a calamity of distortion. To Park Hye: The orders must be carried out. To Lesti: The city is me.]

thump.

A slight knocking sound came from outside the curtains, and Du Jue could clearly perceive a slight change in the surrounding light.

Du Jue nervously put away her communicator, suspecting that Coco was hiding some important information, and hurriedly looked outside cautiously.

The exhibition hall doors slowly opened, and a moment later a tall, slender man in a black suit slipped in, his face covered by a black mask that obscured his features.

The newcomer, with his hands in his pockets, walked to the center of the hall like a tourist visiting an art gallery, and then looked at the curtains that prevented him from hiding.

"Ahem, excuse me, it's almost midnight in the back alley, could I borrow this place to take shelter?"

Swish!

Puzzled, Du Jue lifted the curtains, utterly bewildered as to how this place had attracted Roland. He had assumed Roland would immediately prepare to move after hearing what the city girl had said.

"Who are you? Get out of here right now. I've taken on a job. If the client finds out about you, I'll have worked for nothing."

"Oh, what a coincidence! We're in the same line of work. I can hide in the spot you just visited. I'm also working on a case, and I just wanted to save on room fees."

Du Jue stared at Roland speechlessly, wondering if this guy had come here looking for a concert or for the city girl.

"What's your name? Who are you looking for?"

"I didn't quite understand what you meant. The agency didn't arrange a hotel for me this time, otherwise I wouldn't have had to sneak into an exhibition hall so late. Or, how about I give you some money and you pretend you didn't see me?"

This pan is truly non-stick; everything he said was nonsense.

"10 eyes."

"You watch Urban Girl's live stream too? Here, try this. Doesn't it taste similar to the vending machines from Lianmei Company? I suspect it's just a different brand."

Du Jue listened to Roland's somewhat leisurely chatter and caught the soda can he threw at her.

boom.

The immense force from the soda can was easily neutralized by Du Jue; he was a man whose internal organs were covered in reinforced tattoos, and even weapons from outside the workshop couldn't break through his defenses.

Even if the other party tries to probe him with words, it's useless. After all, most of Du Jue's face is covered by a veil and bandages, so even a micro-expression expert wouldn't be able to read his thoughts.

However, Roland approached as if they were old friends, spreading his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"I heard that City Girl is from here. Do you know her? I'm a loyal fan and really want to meet her. I'll give you a million stares when I do."

Du Jue glanced at the urban girl-patterned drink in his hand and probably realized that his deliveryman was being followed. This guy had come down to open the box!

Unfortunately, making quick and big money in the city comes with unavoidable risks.

However, Du Jue wasn't worried. If this guy really dared to make a move here, then the Ring Finger wouldn't be able to chase him down. Anyway, Roland broke half of the Southern Middle Finger in the game, so carrying the Southern Ring Finger shouldn't be a problem now.

Thinking of this, Du Jue leisurely leaned against the wall and raised his chin at Roland.

"Do you know who I am?"

Roland shrugged.

"There are too many nameless finishers like you and me. Just like you don't know who I am. I really envy those famous color finishers."

A Tier 1 finisher pretending to be weak is already at the peak of a normal finisher; they could defeat a nightmare-level gang like Smiling Faces single-handedly.

Du Jue can only be thankful that she was promoted quickly and is no longer a helpless intern who has to clean up messes; otherwise, she wouldn't have the confidence to speak up.

"In that case, you should leave before the alleyway begins. I can't reveal the client's information, but someone with your level of finishing skills will probably be dead afterward."

"If you don't listen to my advice, I'll have no choice but to take action against you for the sake of this commission. You understand, right? Work is work."

The harmonious atmosphere suddenly became tense.

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Chapter 111 Intelligence.

"Oh, now that you mention it, I seem to remember you. You're Wen Duo, the rising star of the finishing man. It's amazing that you've achieved so much in such a short time, unlike me who's been stuck in the current finishing man class for the past few years."

"Don't be so tense. I recommend a place to relax. It's quite interesting to read the comments occasionally."

Roland praised Du Jue with an admiring tone, and even operated the communicator in his hand to show it to Du Jue, but he had no intention of going out at all.

The above is a scene from Urban Girl's live stream, where too many comments completely obscure the screen.

call!

The terrifyingly heavy crusher instantly ripped the air apart, forcing even the nonchalant Roland to quickly retract his communicator and retreat cautiously. He repeatedly examined the enormous, non-saleable item in Du Jue's hand.

"I can't believe someone actually uses this in battle. I only tried it once and then gave up. Wen Duo, you truly live up to your reputation."

Roland, a true city dweller.

Before marrying Angelica, he had the typical urbanite mentality, only caring about his own safety. He participated in the Smog War that caused the fall of World Wings, and even used a fraudulent contract to swindle a finisher out of everything.

After the pianist incident triggered by the Seed of Light, Roland, who lost his pregnant wife, went mad and went around killing people he suspected. In the library, in order to obtain the truth, he suppressed his emotions and killed all the acquaintances who came to him.

Du Jue was not fooled by his previous frivolous and leisurely words. If this smiling tiger was really determined to target him, then only by showing his strength could he make him talk properly.

"Let's go and resolve this, but don't disturb my client. Otherwise, they'll mess up my job, and we'll have a serious feud."

"Sigh, I didn't mean for things to get this far. Wen Duo, don't make things too complicated."

Watching Roland obediently walk out of the exhibition hall, even turning his back to him, Du Jue followed with the crusher on his back, and casually closed the door behind him.

He also wanted to communicate normally to resolve the misunderstanding, but without demonstrating his power, the communication would turn into a one-sided interrogation, and he had no interest in being a prisoner.

"That Wen Duo, although I'm not very famous, I'm probably a bit stronger than you. How about we calmly talk about urban girls?"

Du Jue finally noticed Roland's subtle emotional change. This guy was indeed coming for him, probably to verify the City Girl's prophecy.

That would require a lengthy discussion starting with eliminating the identity of a transmigrator, especially since it involves taboo information about the City Star, which is something that Duju absolutely cannot leak.

The Green Journey, which was able to wage a patent war against Company K, now has only a few survivors left. They don't want to try the tangible hand of the head of state.

As for the work card, it was impossible to explain it to Roland; it was a keepsake from his good brother, Kaji.

Blood pump!

Du Jue closed his eyes and grabbed a similarly huge and heavy spiral gun with his left hand. This dual-wielding of super-heavy weapons surprised Roland on the other side.

"Hey, can ordinary power modifications really go this far? Do you have some kind of internal counterbalance?"

In the darkness, Du Jue, with his Night Watcher talent, could clearly sense everything around him, including Roland, who had become serious and composed, lowering his body into a fighting stance, clearly wary of the weapon in Du Jue's hand.

Before anyone knew it, Roland had already grasped an exaggeratedly large greatsword in both hands, with obvious heavy wheel decorations on it, almost as big as the Crusher.

"Urban Girl, this has something to do with you, right? I can exchange the information you know for a commission. You can stop now, otherwise a fifth-tier finisher is just a small matter to me."

clang! !

The ear-piercing crashes made those around think there had been a car accident on the street, but when they opened the windows, they saw two strange men wielding enormous objects that could hardly be called weapons, fighting each other. The continuous loud noises echoed all the way to the end of the street.

"You call yourself a fifth-tier finisher?!"

Kaka.

Du Jue, who was thrusting with a gun, suddenly swung the crusher and swept it across. Even though Roland managed to block in time, he was forced back by the crusher's absurd weight. Then he saw white, carapace-like substances bulging all over Du Jue's body.

In the blink of an eye, a lightweight, streamlined suit of armor enveloped his entire body, and a continuous stream of power surged from within him.

Du Jue took a deep breath, dropped the spiral gun, gripped the crusher's handle tightly with both hands, and then slammed it forward with all his might.

Boom! ! !

The immense pressure caused the workshop's weapons to vibrate uncontrollably, and the ear-piercing buzzing sound made listeners dizzy and nauseous.

Roland, who had been retreating, gritted his teeth and steadied his weapon. He looked at the white armor that had suddenly appeared on Du Jue's arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"To have the audacity to broadcast live under the guise of an order, humph, it's not surprising that they have such capabilities."

"But if you want to continue, I'm going to get serious, and the back alley is almost dark."

Faced with Roland's sudden surge of power, Du Jue quickly glanced around and found that all the doors and windows around him were tightly closed, and even the lights were almost out. He was immediately delighted.

Previously, to avoid extreme situations, he had already used a throwing knife to destroy the surrounding cameras, which means that now he can use it freely except for the Death Tattoo.

call.

A cloud of smoke was exhaled and gathered on Du Jue's face, and thick smoke filled the street in just three breaths.

"So that's how it is! You're the one who killed Master Ring Finger, Du Jue. You've casually provoked Index Finger and Ring Finger and you're still alive? It seems you weren't really serious just now."

"Then tell me! What exactly does the disaster in the Alley of Sound mean!"

Roland switched his greatsword to a one-handed sword and stubbornly plunged into the white, paralyzing smoke. In almost two leaps, he was back in front of Du Jue.

The Dionysian Celebration!

The sudden burst of illusory cheers made Roland, who was about to strike, retreat abruptly. He then listened, bewildered, to the celebratory cheers coming from all directions.

He licked his dry lips and tasted a faint hint of alcohol.

"Is this some new technology?"

"Fine! Looks like the only way to get your cooperation is to make you lie down!"

Roland was inexplicably irritated. The thought of not being able to get the truth for so long made him hard-hearted. He threw all his previous plans of probing and restraint to the back and raised his sword to slash at Du Jue's back.

With lightning speed, the sword sliced ​​through the white armor in an instant. Roland was surprised to notice that the deep sword wound was healing rapidly. Before he could think further, he caught the spiral spear that Du Jue was sweeping back with his sword.

clang!

Suddenly, another rapid and violent metallic clanging sound came from within the smoke.

However, Roland was well aware of the information about the smoke. Even though some of his rationality had evaporated, he did not linger in the numbing smoke for long and immediately tried to get out for fresh air.

However, the very first words Du Jue uttered since the start of the war threw him into a state of utter confusion.

Have you ever seen fireworks?

Roland had hired an agency to investigate the building's residents before he arrived. Du Jue and Wen Duo's intelligence was the most expensive, and the remote recording of Du Jue killing Master Wim clearly showed that his special smoke could explode.

Only when Roland came to his senses did he realize that the pure white smoke that was gathering around Du Jue was madness. He immediately widened his eyes and hurriedly tried to back away, unable to understand how he had overlooked such an obvious anomaly.

Du Jue swung the spiral gun with all his might, and the ultra-high concentration of softened smoke flew out, instantly engulfing the smoke in the entire street.

Rumble!

Just one minute before the dead of night fell in the back alley, a horrific explosion swept across the entire street in front of the Well Moon Exhibition Hall.

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Chapter 112 Birthday.

The white smoke gradually dissipated.

"Cough cough cough, where the hell did this monster come from?"

Roland coughed up a mouthful of dirty blood in pain, and struggled to his feet, leaning on the cracked ground. His suit was now tattered and torn.

He struggled to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, feeling extremely fortunate that he hadn't let his guard down even in retirement and was wearing a costume custom-made from the Carnival of the Dead. If he had come in casual clothes, he would be lying on the ground half-dead by now.

"Are you out of your mind?! You dare to detonate it after all this time we've been apart?!"

Just as Roland was about to look up and question Du Jue, he was astonished to see Du Jue, who had returned to the exhibition hall, quickly close the door.