I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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“I just ate his kimchi and sandwiches, and I threw them all up. Is that okay?”

Why would you eat it and then spit it out?

One or two of them have such abnormal thought processes!

"Because it only has a taste bud and a simulated oral cavity, which can give me a sense of taste and deliciousness, but there's nowhere for me to swallow it."

"It's okay, it's okay. I just didn't want us to turn it into a robbery."

Ao Yide, who had just brought a cup of hot coffee from the kitchen, paused. He looked at Du Jue strangely, then at Park Hye, who was clearly kidnapped.

"But isn't this what you do?"

"That's not the same!"

He leaned back on the sofa and raised two big middle fingers at Du Jue.

"Alright, we already know what kind of person this guy is. Everything he does is good, and everything we do is bad."

"I can't be bothered with him. Anyway, I'll definitely make money later."

Hey!

Du Jue felt much more energetic after that and immediately went to the kitchen to contact Olga using the communicator to explain that he had rescued the mission target.

"What's going on? Wen Duo, how did you get here so fast?!"

"Tell me the truth, did your smiling friend bring you in early? What were we doing dealing with that Ring Finger idiot for so long?!"

"Everyone, evacuate! Evacuate!"

"I've settled the person in a nearby house. Here's the location. Hurry up and take the person there to complete the mission. You'd better give me a lot of credit this time."

"The more you work, the more you earn, isn't that simple? I feel like I'm only getting this thanks to you. You could totally become a fifth-tier finisher on your own."

"You have to buy me a drink after this is over, or you're not human."

After hanging up the call, Du Jue finally let out a long breath, and the smoke mask covered his face again.

The agency is done, but the gang isn't over yet. And if possible, it would be better to get rid of Master Wim through the Smiling Face, so he won't cause any more trouble.

The commotion outside the house lasted for quite some time before it subsided, marking the end of the late night in the back alley.

I felt a pang of sympathy for the cleaners as I stepped out of the window onto the clean streets, marveling at their efficiency and hard work. They were truly unfortunate laborers. Then, I put my thoughts aside and returned to the exhibition hall.

"How is this possible?! Wim is dead?!"

Standing in front of an overturned gambling table, Walter was full of questions, staring in disbelief at the headless corpse in front of him, before turning to look at Old Wang, who was shrugging.

"It was the gambling table that was smashed, don't blame it on me."

This bizarre scene left Du Jue speechless. He never expected that Wim would die as soon as he turned around. Could it be that even the Ring Master has a fake?

However, the next moment, the speaker's shrill tuning sound reverberated throughout the exhibition hall.

"Ahem, hello everyone! I never expected my solo exhibition to attract such a smiling parade. It's truly an honor."

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Chapter 74 Fireworks.

He cleared away the smoke that was obscuring his view, his eyes filled with doubt and surprise as he stared at the electronic welcome screen in the exhibition hall. The screen flashed with static, and Wim's face immediately appeared on it.

The other person seemed to be holding a colorful piece of yellow leather in one hand and a camera in the other, making Du Jue feel for a moment as if she were filming a daily vlog.

"Hey everyone, you've really made a mess of my casino! Coco, what are you doing standing next to a dead man?"

Cautiously avoiding the two association's wrappers, Du Jue immediately rejoined the Smiling Faces' main force, and together they looked at the Ring Apprentice beside Wim's corpse.

Coco scratched his head and stood in front of the electronic screen. The bizarre scene prevented anyone from stopping him. The bright lights clearly illuminated his abdominal muscles and the curves of his back.

"Master Wim, weren't you dead?"

This guy's clothes are way too tight.

Du Jue was shocked to realize that the other person's black short-sleeved shirt and even blue jeans were all drawn on. Squinting, he finally noticed that there was a subtle transition in color on the thighs and waist. It's amazing that someone can wear only boxer shorts in public!

Even if body painting techniques are incredibly advanced, don't you feel cold being naked in the middle of the night?!

"Come on, this is my solo exhibition. Of course, it's me on display. Everything else is just background. We were just discussing when this artwork, which is covered by my personality, will realize something is wrong."

"After all, without the use of a personality chip for regular correction, the forced personality will either dissipate within three days or cause the test subject to go insane; there are no other results."

Master Wim spoke of his solo exhibition plans as if showing off, and behind the camera, the whispers of many people could be heard without reservation.

"Who is that guy? He ruined all the gambling on the second floor. I bet that guy named Park Hye would never get out!"

"Three days should have been enough for that marble to fill the heart, but who knew that this barbarian would destroy it all."

"I already asked them with the video screenshots, and the agency said it was a gangster called Du Jue. That's so disappointing."

The people at the scene looked at each other in bewilderment. Even the experienced Old Wang tilted his head as he looked at Wim's corpse. This place was just a casino for fun, and Wim had even cheated his own apprentice. It was truly speechless.

Click.

Wim, on the electronic screen, opened the door and strolled leisurely down the street, seemingly enjoying the astonishment and confusion of the crowd. He then slowly instructed Coco to clean up the mess himself.

"Smiling face, I'll remember you. We'll definitely cooperate again, and of course, you too, Du Jue."

Wim looked down meaningfully ahead, but Du Jue, standing to the side, had the illusion that the other was staring at him. He never expected to become famous in this way.

"Six more subjects? You guys are so unprofessional. I thought a solo exhibition would be enough. You're a bunch of useless people."

"Next time, we might as well find more firms."

Walter was furious upon hearing this. This commission had been completely ruined by that damned smiling face. He glared at Old Wang, then his gaze fell on Du Jue behind him.

Suddenly, he frowned and scrutinized Du Jue repeatedly.

"Old Wang, the parade is over, aren't you leaving yet? Are you going to stay here and wait for reinforcements from the association?"

"Brother Du Jue, you've really made quite a splash. Well then, let's call it a day."

The smiling man immediately retreated outside, which made Walter's eyes turn red as he was about to lead his men to stop them. If he couldn't make amends, then he would have made a huge mistake this time.

Dodging Julia's slash from the Second Association, Du Jue shouted at Wim on the screen. Even without activating the blood pump, the blood in his body was flowing actively with his emotions.

All this disgusting nonsense is for such a pointless reason!

"You piece of trash, we're not going to work together anymore, because just looking at an amateur artist like you is beneath us!"

"You're just a piece of trash who finds novelty in other people's suffering. If you don't try to be different, you're just a boring clown. You're not actually gloating over your monkey show, are you?"

Anyone could see that Wim, who had just been so gentle and refined, stopped in her tracks. Her lips and eyes were pursed, and her expressionless face was brought close to the camera, so that only her pale blue eyes could be seen on the screen.

"You dare to comment on my art?"

"Is that all? You only have one day left to live. I will prepare a grand fireworks display for you, so please don't rush."

"This will usher in a new phase of my artistic creation, after all, most of the artworks in my museum have been destroyed by you."

Wim pronounced each word very clearly, then turned his head and flashed a perfect smile, bowing inexplicably to everyone across the screen.

"Dear visitors, please witness this."

Amidst the renewed chaos, only Coco felt a chill run down his spine. Even he had no idea what kind of shocking things Master Wim would do next, and he glanced at Wim's corpse on the ground with lingering fear.

Du Jue stood frozen in place, as if he had been terrified, because he had just seen it.

Just as Wim lowered his head, half a rabbit ear appeared in the background on the right, a place that Du was all too familiar with!

The other party is currently near the rabbit house!

Everyone will eventually face their own end. Du Jue certainly doesn't consider himself an exception. However, he still has his ideal of reaching the pinnacle of the city to be achieved, so his end is definitely not today, and the person who dies today is definitely not him!

“Du Jue, you’ve probably hit a nerve this time. Even I wouldn’t dare to provoke her like this.”

"I'm afraid your smile will be remembered too."

During the successful evacuation, Lao Wang looked at Du Jue, who was traveling with him, with astonishment, as if the other person were a giant panda.

I won't tolerate being blamed. I want the credit, but my boss wants to shift the blame onto me? No way!

"I just saw you drag away that fake Wim's body. Was that the one you were carrying on your shoulder? How was the meat?"

"Haha, just as you said, the skin healed immediately after the knife cut it. It seems he died too quickly and his physical vitality hasn't disappeared yet. We need to put him in the preservation box as soon as possible."

"This is a rare find. It would be absolutely amazing to use it for sashimi. I just hope that the body modification won't ruin its flavor."

"I've sacrificed so much for Smiley Face, you wouldn't betray me out of fear of Rings, would you?"

"Hehe, look at what you're saying. At worst, we can just go back to Lane 23 and hide for a few days. Do you think Wim would dare to challenge the eight head chefs?"

"I don't think anyone would dare to interfere with the chefs' competition. You can also take this opportunity to get to know Chef Yi Yin better."

Seeing Lao Wang's enthusiastic attitude, Du Jue suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten that he had a real urban star backing him up, so he had to be careful that the other party didn't eat his kidneys.

They probably don't really want me to work in sales to expand the market.

"Then let's travel here together. I need to tell Yi Yin about the situation here. Let's part ways here."

"Are you serious? It might be difficult for one person to deal with Wim. Those people at Vision Agency don't care who buys the information. Someone like you can easily lock down a location just by paying money."

“Look, they even know that the Wim in the exhibition hall is fake. You don’t think you can hide your tracks from them, do you?”

Jin was puzzled by Du Jue's decision to leave the team, feeling that the other party was too confident, since Yi Yin was still in Lane 23 no matter how powerful he was.

If we pin our hopes on the head chef arriving to save the day, the plan would have been thwarted long ago.

Old Wang interrupted Jin's questioning, seemingly quite familiar with these eccentric urban stars.

"Alright, alright, Brother Du has his own way of doing things, but this time it really was thanks to you that we were able to catch so many good items at once, and the attention of the Ring was also drawn to you, so I still have to show my appreciation."

"We smiley faces don't really care about hierarchy, but in parades and daily activities, there must be a distinction between the leaders and the superiors. Generally, we arrange them in the order of nobles, monks, scholars, and commoners."

Du Jue looked at Lao Wang with surprise, seemingly knowing what reward he was going to give, and immediately felt a surge of joy.

“Du Jue, I’ll tell the others later that you’re a monk in the procession now, but you’ll still follow me around normally.”

"Once this batch of goods is sold, you'll get a share of the profits."

Good grief, he got promoted, but it's a nominal position, he doesn't even have a subordinate.

Fortunately, what I was hoping for wasn't the power that comes with a promotion, but rather the response from the cards.

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Chapter 75 Overjoyed.

Congratulations on your promotion at Smiling Face!

[Obtain the work item: Smoke Lantern]

【Effect 1: This lantern can convert smoke into hardened smoke and softened smoke】

【Effect 2: The wearer can use the hardened smoke to cover the body, thereby obtaining physical protection and cushioning protection】

[Effect 3: The wearer can manipulate the softened smoke, which will ignite the smoke]

That's amazing!

Du Jue never expected that just as he was about to kill Wim, he would unexpectedly obtain such a powerful tool, which is both offensive and defensive, so that he no longer needs to use the Death Tattoo.

A pale, smiling pumpkin lantern appeared at his waist, swaying slightly as Du Jue moved forward.

Now we must consider one thing: under what identity should we use to kill Master Wim?

Even for the Ring of City Stars, a Master is a very important high-level figure. Doing so would definitely lead to a fight to the death with no room for reversal.

Retaliation is not a perpetual phenomenon.

If it's a gang, then Smiling Face would probably help him bear a lot of pressure, and they can't cut ties right now.

Should we use Wen Duo's identity as the person who will finish things up?

If I could kill this guy, wouldn't I level up instantly? I shouldn't get too excited. Since I'll be retaliated against anyway, I might as well maximize my gains.

As for sending Lead Gray Symphony, let's forget about it. The first two might at most be targeted by the Ring, but if this identity is exposed, it will probably be an extermination team from an association. That's a completely different enemy from Walter Six, and there might even be a special kind of finisher.

At this moment, Du Jue was in a state of inner turmoil, because killing Master Ring Finger was too radical for him, and he could easily die in the street if he was not careful.

He leaned against the wall next to the fried chicken shop, holding the small lantern, but all his plans seemed powerless and laughable once the City Star was involved.

"Would you like the chest or the legs?"