I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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boom!

The vibrating communicator in his arms made Roland's expression change, because it was late at night in the back alley, and no one was allowed to damage the building. He really couldn't understand why Du Jue, who had been blown up head-on like him, could still move freely.

Roland quickly looked around. At this hour, he couldn't find anyone willing to open the door. No one would open their door in the dead of night in a back alley just to help a stranger.

"Depend on!"

The intelligence gathering that was originally a sure thing has now failed.

Behind the exhibition hall door, Du Jue, clutching his chest and sitting against the wall, happily pulled out his communicator and easily found Roland's account, then opened it to send a private message.

[Wen Duo: Roland, how are you feeling?]

dong dong dong.

[Roland: Respected Wendo Cleanup Master, I admit my mistake this time. Could you please open the door? I've already seen those cleaners. You went too far; what if I die if you don't open the door?]

The sounds of fierce fighting came from outside the door.

[Wen Duo: The moment I saw you, I knew you were the kind of guy whose words I couldn't trust.]

[Brandon: Roland [500 million views] Urban girl, I like you Angelica [10 views] Roland, weren't you out helping someone with a case?]

Roland's apology was quite sincere.

Du Jue glanced at his white armor, which was still recovering, and slowly stood up. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three urban girl candies that Olivia had given him.

"Hey, Roland, are you still there?"

"Yes, yes, Wen Duo, you see we don't have any deep-seated hatred. I just wanted to ask about the prophecy of that urban girl. How about we call this a case of becoming friends after a fight?"

Tear!

Roland's hoarse voice was punctuated by the crisp sound of a sword slicing through an object.

"This is a return gift from City Girl, take it!"

"Haha, no need to return the gift, just open the door for me. You know how persistent the cleaners can be."

Swish!

With a flick of his right hand, three candies were tossed out through the gap under the exhibition hall's main door. Du Jue looked at the frosted glass door in front of him and could vaguely see the subtle changes in light and shadow.

"Brother Wenduo, stop teasing me at this point. A few candies won't do any good in this dark alley. Just let me in to ask a few questions, and I'll leave right away."

"You're so skilled, and I can't beat you, so why be so wary? We're all in the same industry, and we're all friends."

There was another loud thud as something was smashed.

[Brandon: Roland [5000 million views] I'm really broke. Angelica [10 views] Roland, why aren't you answering the phone? Patch [10 views] Where did this couple come from, being so mushy on Urban Girl's live stream?]

Ok?

Du Jue found Patch's name a bit strange. It's one thing for high-level finishers to have money to entertain themselves on live streams, but how could this young man who sells scraps from his workshop be willing to spend his money on something like this?

However, Roland's sincerity is quite considerable. After all, 50 million eyes is not a small amount of money even for a Tier 1 finisher, and it can easily make up for the previous minor conflict.

“You make a very good point. Come in after this wave of cleaners is over.”

After checking his injuries and moving around, he found that he had recovered most of his strength. So he could rest and wait for the right moment, and even if Roland came in to cause trouble, he wouldn't be afraid.

"Okay! Oh, I'm actually quite curious, didn't you guys get contacted by Index Finger? Is this live stream under the guise of an instruction, or is this really what the instruction means?"

The voice outside the door immediately brightened with joy. Du Jue could clearly tell that he cared a lot about this matter, probably because he was unsure about the so-called Sound Alley disaster.

After all, if someone suddenly tries to use the "bloodshed prophecy" tactic against you, you'll only end up slapping them in the face.

Click.

Covered in blood, Roland supported himself with his one-handed sword and managed a weak smile when he saw Du Jue open the door.

"Thanks. At least you're the kind of person who gets paid to do things, so I feel relieved. Cough cough cough."

Upon seeing Roland sit down against the wall where he had just been, Du Jue quickly closed the door, then breathed a sigh of relief and kept his distance from Roland.

"I've already said I meant no harm, there's no need to be so wary."

"You stink."

"Uh."

Roland's words were cut off. This was the first time he had been humiliated by someone in both words and combat. At this moment, he looked at Du Jue with great curiosity.

"I should call you Wen Duo the Cleaner, right?"

"Yes, the disaster in the Alley of Sound is related to the distortion. If you don't understand what distortion is, find an agency to investigate it yourself. Anyway, this is the meaning of the order."

"Actually, I've been curious about what the commands of the index finger are for a long time. Is it a person? Or is it an intelligent computer?"

"I'm not a city girl, how would I know?"

"Really? I thought you were the one. By the way, could you give me more details? For example, are you here for me or Angelica? That's the reason I need to find out, because you can't hide forever."

"As long as you move away from Sound Alley, there shouldn't be any problem. You can treat it like a natural disaster or something."

[Brandon: Boss, a lot of people are asking about the city girl's birthday. Is there such a setting? The shamisen supervisor said to use your birthday, Boss.]

My memories of the first half of my life are all hanging in the sky, how would I know my birthday?

[Avoid: Just pick one randomly and let the shamisen decide.]

Taking a deep breath, Du Jue sat back down by the window, feeling a bit sleepy. If he could finish this easy task, he could rightfully get promoted.

Once you become a fourth-tier finisher, not only will your reputation soar, but you will also be qualified to participate in commissions related to the Wings of the World, which can be described as a qualitative leap.

Beep beep!

This is Roland's "Closer Mode" after he just turned off the communicator. After all, you can't have the communicator suddenly vibrating or ringing while you're carrying out a task. The communicator company is quite attentive to this aspect.

"Yes, yes, of course nothing happened."

"How could I possibly get involved in these things? I'm busy here, I'll talk about it when I get back."

Du Jue raised an eyebrow at Roland, who had just hung up the communicator. Roland then patted his tattered, stained clothes and went to the toilet before he was finally clean.

"This disaster sounds easy to handle. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble. I'll make it up to you by supporting Urban Girl's live stream."

"Have you ever seen Urban Girl before, Wenduo? It's not just a piece of data, is it? You know, one of those intelligent customer service systems?"

Du Jue clearly sensed that Roland was still determined to investigate the urban girl, but having just fought a battle, he probably wouldn't dare to act rashly.

Do you have any coins?

"here has."

He caught the J Nest gambling chips that Roland threw to him, and instead of casually tossing them into the air, he gave instructions in his mind.

The chip landed tails.

"Catch it. If it's face up, I'll take you to see City Girl."

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Roland immediately focused intently on observing the chip flips. He was very confident that he could catch the head, because a Tier 1 finisher was not just someone who could fight and kill.

When the chips were placed in front of him, Roland reached out and grabbed them, a knowing smile appearing behind his mask.

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Chapter 113 Piracy.

"puff!"

Just as Roland was about to seize the opportunity, he suddenly felt his internal injuries from the smoke explosion worsen, and he coughed up blood violently. Instinctively, he could only hurriedly grab the...

Now he really didn't know whether the chip was heads or tails, and when he looked up, he found Du Jue looking at him as if he had expected it.

Could this really be the meaning of an instruction?

Roland withdrew his arm in surprise and uncertainty, then hesitantly opened his palm with a bad feeling, revealing the reverse side of the gambling chips without numbers.

"Obviously, Urban Girl doesn't want to see you. If you give her another 1000 million views, I might let you try again."

"Then forget it. This money is being spent like water. Let's exchange contact information first."

With an awkward laugh, Roland put the chips back in his pocket and didn't mention seeing City Girl again. After all, this lottery method could bankrupt him, and he would have a hard time explaining to Angelica how he had suddenly spent so much money on City Girl in one day.

The noise outside gradually subsided, and it was almost time for the alley to get dark.

"We'll leave together in a bit, I'll see you off."

"No need for that, Wen Duo, you're too kind."

"I'm afraid you'll come back and bother my client."

"Uh."

Roland, who was trying to regulate his internal energy and blood, could only smile politely and pretend that he didn't care at all.

When the time came, Du Jue stared at Roland expressionlessly, causing Roland to sigh and reach out to remove the mask that concealed the details of his figure.

"Let's be frank with each other. Now that I've achieved my goal, I won't go out of my way to provoke the Ring Fingers. I still want to live a peaceful life."

"Let's go."

Du Jue could see Roland's face clearly even with his eyes closed, and without paying any attention to him, he turned and left first.

"Hey, I've already taken off my mask. Why don't you take off your blindfold and bandages? Making friends is a two-way street. You're not still single, are you? I have experience in this area."

"Roland, do you have schizophrenia?"

"Probably not. Our firm pays a lot of attention to mental health, and the benefits in that area are excellent. By the way, I heard you're a lone wolf finisher."

"Where is your friend?"

"Uh, you're right, then I'll go back and check it out first."

He watched warily as Roland waved goodbye, only then relaxing.

It's not that I absolutely hate Roland, it's just that Roland can be all smiles but also turn ruthless in battle at any moment. In the game's storyline, he was able to endure from the beginning until the very end to fully understand Angela's thoughts before taking action. Who knows if this kid was just fooling me before?

Although first-tier finishers may be differentiated into intelligence specialists and combat specialists, they are all people with unwavering will. Du Jue could not be sure whether Roland truly believed his words.

Instead of rushing home, Dujue looked at the night scene where only the streetlights were on and pulled out his communicator.

[Coco: A sensation! Undoubtedly a sensation!]

[Coco: I've received the double ring, but the evaluation of the master artist still requires a more formal and rigorous process. My only regret is that I can't have Lead Gray Symphony witness it in person.]

[Coco: Remember I'm talking to you at 4:54 PM right now. We'll talk again later.]

The elimination of browsing information brought a sense of relief; finally, I didn't have to confront the City Star like Ganghuanzhi head-on anymore. To be honest, the pressure before was quite great.

Staring into the darkness where the city lights couldn't reach, Du Jue used to be afraid that there might be evil monsters unknown to anyone there, so much so that he didn't want to step into or even get close to them.

But now Du Jue is wondering if Elena might be hiding there.

Just as Du Jue was about to call out to Elena, he suddenly remembered something and, with a cold face, dialed Roland's number.

Beep beep!

The familiar ringtone sounded from the right rear. Du Jue slowly turned his head and saw Roland walking towards him with a surprised expression.

"Wen Duo, you haven't left yet? It's true, it's a bit hard to get a taxi in the middle of the night."

"Hehe, then I'll stay with you until dawn."

The two walked aimlessly through the night without exchanging a single word.

"Hey, they have barbecue here, wanna grab a bite?"

"I happen to be hungry."

Du Jue casually ate skewers with Roland, and the atmosphere actually eased a lot for a while.

"Wen Duo, do you know what kind of client I encountered while I was still working as a ninth-level finisher? That person's card was frozen, and they actually used a microwave to defrost it. I couldn't handle it, and they even complained about me."

"I've only ever encountered this kind of weirdo in the Nest. The requests in the back alley are much simpler. A singer wanted to get revenge on his band for plagiarizing him, so I set fire to the entire concert equipment and recording studio."

Roland leaned back in his chair, speechless as he recounted the story, then gestured for the owner to continue serving the dishes. He had just had a major battle with Du Jue and the Cleaner.

"Well, you're quite dedicated. You once encountered a gang member who stole something for someone, and ended up killing everyone watching over and transporting the goods. He even took a taxi to deliver the goods to the client. You made a mortal enemy for the client in one trip."

"Haha, there are always some people who don't believe in the superstition and think that finding a gang can save money, but they don't think about why the cleanup crew has to charge more money. Isn't it because there is an association to regulate it?"

Du Jue grimaced as he took the grilled kidney sprinkled with cumin.