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The tattooed man with a spiked leather belt around his neck strode over aggressively, showing no sign of backing down despite the large number of people around him.
He raised his hand to stab Du Jue in the chest, but the mechanical hand held it firmly in place.
"My name is Du Jue. I need to see Jingmei about something. Take me inside."
Who the hell do you think you are?!
With a swift movement, Ai twisted the belted man's arm and knocked him to the ground. Instantly, the tattooed men all around swarmed in, and many stall owners quickly fled with their valuables.
In just half a minute, almost everyone in the market had left.
"How dare you! This is a deal between me and Jingmei. Can you afford to mess it up?!"
Shedding her arrogant attitude and discovering that it seemed the people here hadn't received any news of her being hunted down, she became even more confident.
Sure enough, the moment they heard that it was a transaction involving Jingmei, these people immediately hesitated.
After all, their boss is a man of his word and has a long-standing reputation for authority, so no one really thinks Du Jue would dare to use Jingmei's name to fool them.
"Then you wait here. And tell all these guys to get out. Do you want to start a war with us?!"
Even with his arm broken, the man in the belt stood up but did not act rashly. He gritted his teeth and told those around him not to make any rash moves.
"Are you going to make me stand here and wait? Humph, you have no class manners at all, no sense of propriety."
"Just tell Jingmei that the deal fell through because of you, let's go!"
Give the other party no time to think and never turn around and leave.
The three iron men and the mice were stunned. They were just playing around. You're the one who brought them here, and you're the one who's leaving now.
"etc!"
While adjusting his own bones, the man in the belt gestured to his underlings to move the shelves to reveal a hidden passage behind them.
"Only you can go in and wait. I'll go and inform the boss now."
After saying that, he took out his communicator.
"and many more!"
"I warn you, don't provoke me again and again!"
The man with the belt gripped his phone, his eyes blazing with fury as if he wanted to devour Du Jue.
"Hey, we're all buddies, I was just kidding."
By preventing the stimulation of the blood pump, the bruises on the belted man's shoulders and his increasingly unpleasant complexion can be clearly seen.
Bang!
A blur flashed by, and the man in the belt, who had been struck hard in the temple with an elbow, fell to the ground.
Du Jue frowned at the astonished members of the stray dog group and the rat, and shook his right arm.
"What are you waiting for? You don't really think I'm here as a guest, do you? I already said it was a joke."
"Hurry up and grab it!"
coax!
The entire factory instantly descended into chaos.
Chi Chi Chi.
The sound of the gas leak was enough to send chills down my spine; who knows if it was an addictive gas or poisonous gas?
"Come on, let's go in!"
Du Jue led the Iron Man into the newly opened hidden passage, grabbed a crowbar, and swept away the stray dog members blocking their way.
The blood circulation pump made him feel like a little superhero, except that he would gasp for breath during the activation process.
"What the hell? Who are you?!"
Following the passage, we arrived at what appeared to be an employee dormitory area. There were neat six-story dormitories on both sides, and a plastic running track in front of us.
The members of the "Lost Dogs" group, who were playing cards at the two stairwells, noticed the intruder and immediately ran upstairs.
At first, Du Jue thought they were cowardly and wanted to escape, but his expression immediately changed after discovering that there were two fixed crossbows on each floor of the dormitory.
Firearms exist in cities, but they are very expensive, and even their caliber and power are restricted by law.
There aren't many workshops with gun manufacturing licenses, and the bullets in a magazine can be more expensive than the gun itself. Even the City Star prioritizes using the butt of the gun to hit people with its thumb.
Once the gun fires, it's like winning a fortune.
"Come with me, you all go to the right!"
Avoid taking just a few steps to cross the stairs to the second floor on the left.
The dormitory area was too spacious; if they tried to rush through, they would definitely be riddled with crossbow bolts from both sides.
call out!
With lightning-fast reflexes, Du Jue pulled the crossbow bolt aside to shield himself, then darted out like a cheetah.
"Du-Du Jue, you bastard!"
Click.
With precise grip on the enemy's chin, and without exerting any force to twist upwards, their necks are snapped in an instant.
Du Jue then took over the fixed crossbow and shot through the remaining two.
They then rushed forward at full speed and finally arrived at the factory manager's office.
Cigarette butts littered the floor, and various precious ornaments covered the table, many still stained with fresh blood.
The two immediately opened the body bags on the ground and frantically stuffed things into them.
The lookout at the door was told not to pick up a human flesh cooking guide lying on the ground; it was an advertising flyer for a restaurant.
"What kind of garbage is advertising now?"
Do not knead it into a ball and eat it.
[Talent for Working: King of Trash Collection]
[Description: The true king of trash can even eat plastic]
[Effect: Your digestive and immune systems will be significantly enhanced]
The talent he gained from joining the garbage collectors doesn't allow him to eat plastic raw, but he can easily eat a crumpled piece of paper.
Unfortunately, the garbage collectors had no superior-subordinate relationship, leaving no room for this top-paid employee to make his mark.
He couldn't wait to smash the lock on the desk cabinet, and inside was a room full of gold and banknotes.
"We—we made it!"
10 Crimson Mist
Give me the money.
"What—what are you going to do?"
"Give the stray dog some trouble, or it will come looking for you tonight."
Reluctantly, Du Jue counted out all the cash, while the other two inspected the spoils.
After the bumper harvest, they completely ignored the rats and ran straight back to the prosthetic clinic.
"I'm the boss, I manage the money. You guys wait here."
Avoid observing the area at the door for a while and then rushing out.
He had already made an appointment with the garbage collectors to keep them away from him and his stray dog for a week.
Now it's time to move on to the next step of the plan.
"Finn, what a coincidence."
Du Jue sighed, "The Garbage Collector's network of connections is really useful in this area. I just arrived and Finn was already on his way to work."
"You bastard, you made me get a real dressing down from Run last time, and I still had to work overtime on those cases. Most of the clients backed out as soon as they heard I wasn't a good firm."
"I'm a ninth-tier finisher! You liar, even knowing my sister is a lie!"
Du Jue looked at Finn, who was still standing there arguing with him, and felt that Finn was too relaxed in the city.
If it were Jingmei or Ai, they would have already taken action.
You're a real quality customer, I'll definitely come back to you next time!
"You're mistaken. Let me ask you, did you fulfill the commission?"
Run said it's pointless to do even a thousand of those kinds of garbage commissions!
"So he's just an eighth-tier finisher, lacking any vision!"
Finn suddenly gave Du Jue a strange look.
"You're a seventh-tier finisher?"
Avoid giving a mysterious smile; you know the child has taken the bait again.
"Have you heard of the Crimson Mist? The color finisher from Lane 23?"
"You wouldn't say you're the Crimson Mist, would you?"
Finn's eye twitched; he felt that Du was no longer treating him like a fool.
"Haven't you noticed anything in common between us? I'm also from Lane 23."
"Are you neighbors?"
"Uh, she killed all the neighbors. I'm her doorman."
Hearing this, Finn laughed in exasperation at himself for wasting his time with a conman.
Avoid not following the other person immediately after they turn and leave.
"Hey, let me tell you a story about when Crimson Mist first became the one who cleaned up the mess. It's absolutely true!"
"This is the secret to her success in color."
"You really know her?"
Finn, who had returned sometime earlier, was half-believing and half-doubting.
"Of course, I've even seen her when she was seven years old."
Refers to game images.
"Carly became a caretaker at 20, and she even shared some money with the neighbor who took care of her."
Finn's eyes lit up, as if he were seeing his idol.
"You even know her name? But I remember Crimson Mist was a good person, so why did she kill these neighbors?"
"It's nothing, just that the neighbors kidnapped and robbed her while she was sleeping."
"You weren't involved in the kidnapping, let alone saving her?"
"Brother, are you crazy? She didn't take any of my money. Besides, she could break free and go on a killing spree at any time. She's just not used to it right now."
Having experienced betrayal, Carly never easily trusts others again.
Finn remained silent for a long time, because the story was perfectly in line with urban style.
He spoke with some difficulty.
So you mean I shouldn't trust others too easily?
"Wrong again. The Crimson Mist later believed a certain speaker and then followed him to establish the current Lobotomy Corporation."
"You only need to ask around at the association to find out that Crimson Mist is currently working at Lobotomy Corporation."
"hiss"
Finn stared at Du Jue in disbelief, wondering how Du Jue could possibly know so many secrets.
What I mean is, investing is an art.
"Look at those neighbors, they're pure bad stocks, but making mistakes in investing is inevitable."