I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

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“Even with oversight, the person who closes the deal isn’t necessarily reliable. Tampering with contracts is nothing new, but at least they won’t sell the client’s information.”

“I once encountered an idiot in Lane 23. There was a human trafficking gang in that area that kidnapped people in broad daylight, but they didn’t have enough money and went to another gang.”

"Ah, I can imagine what will happen to them. They'll definitely be eaten up by both sides, right?"

"The client's head was hanging from a street lamp, and he was still alive."

Beep beep!

Roland's communicator rang again, and the sky was gradually brightening.

"Then I'm really leaving this time. I didn't expect you to be so interesting, Wen Duo."

"Although there were some minor unpleasantnesses before, we're friends now, right? After all, your request is over, so let's keep things separate."

"Of course, remember to promote Urban Girl's live stream a lot, and tell everyone else not to come and pry. Dealing with uninvited guests like you is really bothering me when I'm doing my commissions."

"I'll try my best. I must say, the security technology in the Urban Girl's live stream is really good. I even contacted the agency but they couldn't track her location. See you next time."

Roland lowered his head and got into the taxi, which then started and drove away.

[Olga: I've received confirmation from the client that the application for promotion has been submitted to the association. However, for rank four and above, the applicant must be present in person. Remember to come to me to pick up the necessary documents.]

Upon receiving the news, Du Jue was overjoyed and rushed to the molar clinic.

"Infringement! This is blatant infringement! I want you to wipe out all those damned pirates!"

Dujue noticed the few pirated samples the client had placed on the table as she passed by the front desk. Weren't those pirated urban girl candies?

Only then did he truly understand the meaning of "the thief crying 'stop thief'".

Promotions have to wait; we need to deal with these audacious guys first!

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Chapter 114 The Thief.

"Urban girl?"

"You're not in a hurry for a promotion, but instead you're taking on this small commission. What are you thinking?"

Olga looked at the virtual character on the communicator with a strange expression, then looked up at Du Jue, who had closed the door to the room, and felt an indescribable awkwardness in her heart.

Then, she curiously circled around Du Jue and even started touching him, only to be helplessly brushed away by Du Jue.

"I thought you'd be in a hospital bed after completing the Ring Finger's commission. That was a Nightmare of the City level commission. How come you only look like your clothes are a little torn? You don't happen to have someone you know in the Ring Finger, do you?!"

It really is.

However, Du Jue felt that this commission was not easy. After all, he was guarding the gate for so many Ring Masters. Who knew what unexpected things might happen, such as an uninvited Tier 1 finisher.

"Tch, you act like you're some kind of precious treasure. If you won't let me touch you, fine."

Olga, turning away and annoyed, tossed the file folder on her desk to Du Jue.

"Then go to the association after you've finished the commission. I've made an appointment with the Dawn Agency for you today. I told them that you've become a fourth-tier finisher."

"I haven't even written my horoscope yet."

"Hmph, don't I know you? You accepted the Ring Fingers commission without batting an eye. With a promotion on the horizon, how could you possibly have time to stay at the Molars Office?"

Du Jue, who was checking the file folder, noticed the change in the atmosphere of the room. When she looked up, she met Olga's resentful gaze. Then she leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes.

"Don't act like my promotion is like we're severing ties with you all. If I really get promoted, I'll treat you to a meal, okay?"

"Well said."

After repeated assurances, Olga finally smiled and waved for Du Jue to get lost.

The lobby of the firm.

A woman wearing a black hood, revealing only her eyes and mouth, kept rambling on about the shameful behavior of counterfeiters; one might mistake her for a robber.

"Dude, you're the one who finished up my job? You look even weirder than me?"

"You know it looks weird of you to wear a black hood."

"Nonsense! I was doing stand-up comedy in a bar when I suddenly discovered someone was piracy of my candy. This is a business opportunity I finally found!"

"I saw those customers drinking and typing while chatting before, and when I asked, I found out they were all chatting with that thing called Urban Girl. They must be making a fortune! Otherwise, I wouldn't have any money to place commissions!"

"But soon my counterfeit goods were everywhere, which greatly reduced my distribution efficiency. I almost had several baskets of candy stuck with me. You have to find those counterfeiters and help me recover those stolen goods!"

They have a strong sense of copyright, resisting the urge to punch someone and instead showing a friendly smile.

"Simmons, right? Can't you just do your job properly? If I'm not mistaken, you don't have any authorization from City Girl either."

"My job?! Don't be ridiculous, bro. Those idiots always laugh at me, I can't just sit here and take a loss, that's why I went on stage to collect some money from them and get yelled at!"

"If you really rely on this for a living, you'll suffer from depression twice: once when you're on stage and once when you're just collecting money!"

"You'd better be reliable and make me get my money back. If you get enough pirated dogs, I'll give you an extra bonus!"

Simmons, true to his stand-up comedy roots, could spew out a string of profanities, practically a human typewriter. Listening to him gave me a headache, and I couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"If you really want to get this over with quickly, shut your mouth and lead the way!"

Simmons, who had been yelled at and refused to listen, was not angry or annoyed. Instead, he nodded approvingly.

"The person who finished up at the molar clinic was pretty good. It was worth coming all the way to this upscale place to place the order. Let's go! Let's catch those petty thieves!"

"Be quick-witted then. It's okay if the people run away, but you absolutely have to intercept their goods, otherwise I won't pay the balance!"

"Speaking of which, aren't there different levels for finishers? You're so young, you must be an eighth-level finisher, right?"

"Sigh, you all talk like silent gourds, why don't you say anything?"

Simmons rushed out, while Du could only follow leisurely behind, thinking that the mental journey of these city dwellers was truly both laughable and pathetic.

The two quickly moved from the bustling street where the agency was located to a slightly dilapidated commercial street, where there were no supermarkets or cinemas, only gang casinos and cheap food stalls.

Seeing Simmons walking with his head down, Du Jue suspected that this guy didn't even know the location of the pirates and was just bringing him here to try his luck. Just as he was about to speak, he bumped into the blue-clothed guy walking towards him.

Bang.

"Sorry, I had a few drinks."

The man in blue bowed his head, apologized briefly, and hurriedly left. However, Du Jue coldly reached out and pinched the man's arm, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Are you crazy?! Let go!"

"You stole something from me?"

"Holy crap! Aren't you blind?! You're wearing an eye veil to fool people, and who stole your things?"

Simmons rushed to search the man in the blue shirt, only to find that all his pockets were completely clean.

Du Jue simply stared calmly at the thief, then forcefully pulled him in front of her.

Do you want to die today?

As soon as he said it, the man in blue fell silent and sighed.

"To be honest, I do have that plan, but I talked to City Girl on the rooftop and decided to steal 1 eyes first to renew my emotional counseling fee."

Even though he knew the meaning of every word, Du Jue couldn't understand what the person in blue was saying at all.

Simmons was still wondering where the guy had put the stolen items when his eyes fell on the blue-clothed man's fluffy, frizzy hair. He quickly reached inside and rummaged around.

"No! Waaah, I don't have any money and the city girl isn't replying to my messages anymore. Please, leave me some!"

"All the poor people around me don't carry any money, and they've given away their spare cash to other people in the industry. I really have no other choice!"

Simmons, quick as a flash, actually found the small hole in the afro and pulled out Du Jue's wallet. The man in blue immediately knelt down, hugged Du Jue's leg, and burst into tears.

Simmons glanced greedily into the wallet and handed the item to Du Jue with a fawning expression.

"Ahem, look, I helped you find your wallet, shouldn't you show some appreciation? I'm not as greedy as this guy, a hot dog's worth will do."

Listening to the endless ramblings of the two lunatics next to him and at his feet, Du Jue felt his head was spinning and he was extremely irritated. How did he run into these two freaks on his short trip?!

Do you know anyone who sells this kind of thing?

Du Jue picked up the crying blue-clothed girl and quickly looked at the urban girl candy in Du Jue's palm.

"I know, I know. There are three little brats selling this stuff at the cannery next door, but I don't dare go into that place. I'll get beaten to death if I cross the line. Just let me go this time, and I'll make sure you stay far away from me in the future."

"You better believe it's true, and besides, what's the point of watching a live stream if you don't have money!"

Du Jue threw the blue shirt at the other person, who quickly thanked him, got up, and ran away, ignoring Simmons who was asking for money, and walked straight outside.

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Chapter 115 Kicking the Can.

"Hey, how can you have no manners at all? Who would want to return lost items in the future!"

He strode into the workshop, scanning the bustling market made up of orderly containers, completely ignoring Simmons's complaints behind him.

Soon, Simmons and he noticed a container that looked out of place among the other canneries. Three teenagers wearing masks were holding up a banner with a simple drawing of an urban girl on it.

"Well, that explains why I couldn't find them all day. Turns out they've come here!"

"You better get on my heels! I'm going to teach these brats a lesson they've got – they're completely out of control!"

Simon immediately put on a red hood and ran aggressively to the front of the container, cursing and pointing at the three people opposite him. Pedestrians and other stall owners all looked over.

At this moment, Du Jue, who had followed, looked at the three of them with great interest and immediately noticed something unusual. Wasn't that the one wearing the headscarf Patch?!

No wonder this kid was willing to tip the city girl; it turns out he was paying protection money!

Upon closer inspection, Du Jue realized that the other two were acquaintances. The one next to him was Ma Ji, whom he had just captured from the Depreciation Gang yesterday, and the other girl was the client who had asked him to rescue Brandon with her pocket money. It turned out that all the unruly kids in this place had gathered together.

"Let me tell you, this is the senior finisher at the Molar Dental Clinic! If he doesn't pay up today, none of you are getting away!"

Simmons, who was shouting happily, immediately changed his expression when he saw Patch sneering as he pulled out the crossbow hidden under the table. He quickly retreated behind Du Jue and urged him to get to work.

Patch was about to mock him with disdain when he saw Du Jue, and his expression changed instantly. He quickly put down his crossbow and put on an innocent smile.

"Brother Wenduo, what are you doing here?!"

"Uh, you didn't actually take this scammer's job, did you? He doesn't have any authorization from Urban Girl at all. On the contrary, we are the legitimate ones!"

Ma Ji, who was carrying the candy baskets behind, quickly shrank back, while Duo Mo, who was holding the banner, excitedly waved to Du Jue, who simply nodded in response.

However, Simmons was unhappy and hurriedly moved away from Dujue, hiding behind the container.

"Hey! I paid for this! Don't try to double-cross me!"

Du Jue is too lazy to pay attention to Simmons now, but for the sake of the reputation of the person in charge of finishing things up, he still waves to him.

"Come here, let's complete the task as soon as possible. Your request is to recover the stolen goods, right?"

"That's right, cough cough cough. If these three were acquaintances of yours, you wouldn't need to lift a finger. Just give me the goods and warn them not to sell them again!"

"This level of merchandise is easy to imitate. I need to close as many deals as possible before more people enter the market, otherwise it'll be too late!"

Seeing the three wary and defensive guys, Du Jue was interrupted by a loud shout from the side as soon as he raised his hand.

"How dare you cause trouble on our canneries' turf?! You've got a death knell!"

Three fully armed security personnel emerged from the alleyway to the right, which was sandwiched between shipping containers. Their goggles and bulletproof vests were adorned with can icons, and they carried workshop weapons with strangely patterned designs.

As soon as they arrived, many pedestrians quickly made way for them.

"You two dared to break the rules of the canned food workshop! Don't you know that it's not allowed to cause trouble for the shop owner here, and even less allowed to rob or steal!"

"Since you haven't made a move yet, all you need to do is kick one can."

This was Simmons' first time visiting such a high-end place selling workshop equipment. He fawned over Du Jue and ran behind him, afraid that the person in charge would abandon him. But he still peeked out with fear and asked questions.

"What do you mean by kicking a can? I'm good at acrobatics; I can throw a can into a trash can from ten meters away!"

"Haha, he thinks this is a circus act, guys!"

The onlookers burst into laughter and immediately urged the canneries' union to carry out the punishment.

"The game of kicking cans is very simple. Two of these five cans are empty, two are filled with ordinary explosives, and the last one is filled with scraps sifted out from the workshop."

"Once you've finished the game, you're good to go. I'll let you off the hook this time."

The union members cheerfully placed five different colored jars on the ground, then removed the small black sticks from them and carefully moved them away from the open space.