I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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"Do not!!!"

Kapil actually jumped onto the gambling table and rolled around in circles, suspiciously examining the die repeatedly, and then beat his chest in anguish.

clang!

The bayonet aimed at his head was easily blocked by Du Jue. Isabel, gripping the gun, immediately narrowed her eyes and questioned, "Clean-up guy, do you know what you're doing? Don't gamblers have any sense of hierarchy?"

Du Jue kicked Kapil off the table, looked up and ordered Capet, who was standing with his arms crossed, and the notary closing officer of the stenographer: "Bring me what I want now!"

Upon hearing this, Kapil, who had been feeling utterly hopeless, immediately perked up again. As he turned around, he didn't forget to utter a harsh threat: "Wendo! You just wait. I won't break the bet, but I absolutely won't lose again next time!"

Du Jue, who had finally managed to suppress his insults, breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Isabel. Isabel's face was frosty, seemingly offended, which only made Du Jue sneer.

"I've killed countless low-level thugs like you in the northern part of the city. You dare to talk to me?!"

Whether it was Capet or the ordinary gamblers, they all found this unbelievable, let alone the Thumb members.

Even with her refined upbringing, Isabel's face turned ashen as she uttered, "There's no need for further words between us!"

Bang!

Two icy projectiles carrying a chilling aura were fired, and even though Du Jue took a very quick step back, the soles of his boots remained frozen to the gambling table.

Even though this level of ice could be easily torn apart by Du Jue with a single step, it could still effectively hinder the enemy.

coax!

The neatly erupting incendiary bombs, like scorching rays, almost instantly caused the temperature of the Golden Casino to rise rapidly. Those hit, including Du Jue, were completely engulfed in fierce flames along with the gambling table.

"Hmph, keep chasing Kapil! He must die today!"

Isabel coldly gave the order and was about to lead her soldiers past the human-shaped bonfire.

call!

The heavy serrated blades, combining speed and power, smashed through the five soldiers walking in front of them without any hindrance. Their bodies and weapons shattered like building blocks, with bones and flesh flying everywhere.

"Flames? That's like trying to teach a fish to swim!"

The violent gust of wind unleashed by the crusher actually suppressed the flames on the gambling table, revealing a strong body covered in crimson scales, and its other hand, gripping the spiral gun, was poised to strike.

Upon seeing the gun pointed at her, Isabel's expression changed drastically. She retreated and ordered, "Load armor-piercing rounds! Aim for his head!"

boom!

He was wary of bullets whose armor-piercing effect he didn't know, but he knew that his spiral heavy gun, once thrown, could crush a person along with their armor.

Isabel, who hastily raised her gun to defend herself, was slammed to the ground by an unimaginable force. She could only feel an irresistible, hard object violently thrust into her chest, instantly making her suffocate and dizzy.

puff.

Du Jue jumped off the gambling table, pulled out a spiral gun nailed to the ground, and looked around at the thumb soldiers who were still aiming their guns.

"Regardless of the circumstances, the purge should be carried out decisively!"

"At least you didn't make any disrespectful or ugly mistakes before you died. I salute you."

These guys are completely different from Vacuum Fist. At least after Vacuum Fist is beheaded, the morale and strength of its members will drop significantly. However, the Thumb Soldiers stubbornly disperse and continue to fight in an orderly manner.

The subsequent bursts of light sent fragments of scales flying everywhere on Du Jue's body, who was standing still, and the heat accumulating in his chest quickly rose to a scalding level.

The hidden dragon should not be used!

Time immediately slowed down as the heat evaporated.

No matter how these thumb soldiers fired in a crisscross pattern or spread out, they could not escape the giant guillotine in this slow-moving world.

Bang bang bang!

By the time everyone realized what was happening, soldiers with their heads blown off were falling one after another. The first floor of the casino was in ruins from the fierce battle, and the giant pinball machine of the Golden Tournament was riddled with dents and holes.

"Look! They're all here!"

Kapil, panting, carried the target to Du Jue, touched his pale face, and immediately squatted down to lick the fresh blood from his thumb, which finally restored some of his strength.

"Don't look at that disgusting guy!"

Avoid the situation where you feel rudely pushed back as soon as you get your target, only to turn around warily to find Elena with a cold face.

Elena, who had hurriedly dragged Du Jue out of the Golden Casino, finally let go of him, but her expression was still a little unpleasant. She hesitated and said, "Could you please not take on any missions related to the Blood Demon next time?"

After packing the target into his suitcase, Du Jue excitedly sent a message to Sanchao, waiting only for the recommendation letter, at which point his entry into L Company would be a sure thing. Only then did he look at Elena with a puzzled expression.

“Elena, didn’t you say you didn’t care about your so-called fellow human beings? Besides, I didn’t kill him.”

Du Jue couldn't help but anticipate the talent he would acquire at Company L as he thought about joining the company soon, but he suppressed his excitement and focused on Elena.

Moreover, based on Kapil's previous behavior, Du Jue doubted that this gambling addict could replace his thirst for blood with gambling. He had never seen a lunatic continue gambling even with a gun to his head.

"But those blood demons all look disgusting, and I just didn't want you to see them. It's not my fault!"

Elena lowered her eyes, a rare occurrence for her, and even her tone became somewhat somber as she couldn't help but complain, "If only all the other blood demons were dead."

No, aren't you the Blood Demon?!

Du Jue scratched his head, finding it hard to understand Elena's thoughts, but since it wasn't a big deal, he quickly agreed: "Of course, for the sake of my good friend, I will no longer accept commissions involving blood demons."

Elena immediately beamed with joy, but just as she was about to take Du Jue's hand, she suddenly took a step back and became wary.

Du Jue followed her gaze and saw Gan Jian carrying a plastic bag.

"Uh, didn't I tell you to investigate the survivors of the Green Journey? What's this all about?!"

Faced with this clone mother who only cared about herself, Du Jue felt a headache coming on and quickly comforted the bewildered Elena behind him.

"Don't worry, Mom will only look and not touch them; they're all for me."

Gan Jian stood nervously in place, pulling her boots together, and then carefully tossed the plastic bag over.

Du Jue took a look and saw that all the cards had their PINs written on them with a marker. He immediately rushed forward and grabbed Gan Jian's hand to check it. Finding no blood, he hurriedly asked, "Mom, you didn't go and rob someone, did you?"

"No, that was from Vacuum Fist. I kept all the money because I didn't need it much, so it should be very useful to you, right?"

"I really don't need anything, Mom, you don't need to keep watching me!"

I tried to calm myself down and realized it was necessary to ask Roland for his experience. It was indeed difficult to communicate with an experimental subject who lacked common sense.

Du Jue didn't notice that Elena next to him was looking back and forth between him and Gan Jian with disbelief in her eyes.

Just then, the communicator rang, and Du Jue looked at it and found that the other party was not Sanchao, but Kekeqi.

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Chapter 172 Beautiful Blood.

"Who is this?"

Elena curiously approached, only to find that Gan Jian completely ignored her. Somewhat hesitantly, she looked at Du Jue, who was on a call to the side.

Du Jue suspected that Kekeqi had come to confront him, but he was stunned when he heard the other party's first words.

"Dead Poets Society, what an evocative name, and this is the artistic temple that I, as a master, should dedicate to the Ring Fingers."

After a moment of self-satisfaction, Coco continued, "And you need to deliver my invitation to Lead Gray Symphony."

"What the hell?"

Judging from his tone, the matter at the Impression Museum seems to have been put behind us, which puts us at ease.

Coco clicked her tongue before explaining, "Having Lead Gray Chapter join the Ring as a special guest connoisseur is, of course, a way of saying I won't let such a master who loves free creation do any deliberate performance. In addition, there's also a gift to thank him for giving us creative inspiration."

"Oh?"

Du Jue immediately became interested. Of course, he would never refuse a freebie. The reason he hadn't responded to the ring finger earlier was simple—it would be easy for the association to catch him by smell. "What gift?"

"I really don't want to talk to a barbarian like you, but I'm in a good mood today, so I'll reluctantly tell you."

Coco said with obvious disdain, but still spoke up: "I noticed the problem with the costumes for Lead Gray Symphony. Do you know what it is?"

Hey!

What's wrong with this?

Could it be that it will be tracked down and discovered? But that thing was taken from Wei Ban's assassin squad, and it was even sprayed with a layer of lead gray paint.

"It's a duplicate! Dresses are supposed to be disposable!"

Coco suddenly became excited: "Of course, perhaps the Lead Grey Symphony is meant to express the heaviness and desolation of death, but in my opinion, it's time to change into a new dress!"

Neuropathy!

"You're right. Give me a location for the contract and the gift, and I'll go get them right away."

Du Jue was too lazy to argue and just wanted to get rid of this guy as soon as possible; he still had two women to deal with.

"Hmph! Don't mess it up, the Impression Museum issue isn't resolved yet!"

Du Jue, who had put away his communicator, felt a little confused. In the city, it was rare for anyone to give him a gift, even though Ke Keqi's perception was somewhat flawed.

Seeing that Du Jue had finished his call, Gan Jian immediately opened the plastic bag and looked inside before asking softly, "Isn't this money enough?"

Elena noticed that Du Jue was hesitant to speak, so she tried to remind Gan Jian again: "Du Jue's bets are over, and we don't need these now."

However, Gan Jian continued to stare longingly at Du Jue, ignoring Elena. This strange reaction finally made Elena realize that she was simply ignoring everyone else.

Elena immediately retreated to Du Jue's side, puzzled, and began to suspect the relationship between Gan Jian and Du Jue.

"No need, I don't lack money. Mom, don't be stingy. For example, buy some workshop weapons or high-end clothes. Actually, I'm quite worried about your safety."

Du Jue immediately stuffed the middle joint of his index finger into the mouth of the sullen Elena, and only after she sucked on it a few times did he manage to persuade her to leave happily. Then, he smiled weakly and greeted Gan Jian.

"Why did she bite you? Is she a blood demon? You must never get bitten by that filthy thing, or you'll turn into one of them."

Gan Jian stared suspiciously at Elena's back, seemingly itching to make a move.

"It's alright! I have the Blood Demon vaccine, I won't turn into a Blood Demon."

Du Jue, who had been casually dismissive, clearly saw that Elena had quickened her pace, indicating that she must have overheard Gan Jian's words.

[Sanchao: All objectives have been met, and the commission has been settled for you. It seems our collaboration will end here. It has been very pleasant working with you, Wenduo. My superior will contact you later to discuss the letter of recommendation.]

Very efficient!

It's not that difficult to deal with World Wings, it's just that their requests are unusually difficult. At least for now, they haven't shown any signs of reneging on their promises.

"Mom, I have to go hand in my commission. You should go back and rest early. The Void Fist must be having a tough time too."

To everyone's surprise, Gan Jian simply shook his head. "I spent a long time getting into and understanding the city, searching carefully one by one. Joining Vacuum Fist was just to make things more convenient."

"I just want to watch you like this, no matter what you do."

Du Jue could understand why the other party was only coming to their door now. It turned out that Gan Jian was unwilling to even give anyone a portrait, let alone his name. Even the 7th Association, which mainly dealt with intelligence, was helpless in this situation.

This cloned maternal love was too heavy a burden; even Du Jue found it difficult to ask her to leave, so he could only agree to a simple three-point agreement with Gan.

"Mom, if you really like it, just watch from afar. I'll call you if anything happens."

The main reason for avoiding this was the fear that if Gan Jian got too close, it would trigger the arrival of the other half of her body.

Gan Jian nodded seriously and agreed: "Yes, yes, but Xingxing is good. I also need to think carefully about becoming friends with him. Then you will be able to get what you want."

"and many more!"

Du Jue immediately became alert, "Mom, tell me the truth, can that guy contact you?"

"Well, you can probably hear it sometimes when stargazing, but it's always intermittent. Isn't that a good thing?"

Gan Jian smiled expectantly, but Du Jue's hands and feet were ice cold.

"Absolutely not!"

Don't get excited and yell. Let's wait until he's fully developed before talking about this. Who knows who will be the one taking advantage of whom by then!

However, Gan Jian simply lowered his head, picking at his fingernails, and disappeared without saying a word.

Hey!

How could he forget that Gan Jian was a member of the Blind Society? Those lunatics might have instilled some bizarre worldview in Gan Jian, as evidenced by that strange fairy tale.

Leaving the notary office to handle the chips and the casino, I immediately headed to the address Coco gave me. As soon as I entered the street, I was drawn to the faint fluorescent glow on the pedestrians; almost everyone was wearing sunglasses.

This must be the territory of the fluorescent gang belonging to Ring Finger; the fluorescent nail salon sign at the street corner is so bright it's almost uncomfortable.

"I want to dye this thing a bright red."

Tuomohe excitedly pointed to the major artery in his neck and was led into the American Blood Clinic after paying.