I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Lane 23.

Bang!

Not long after changing cars, Du Jue felt something hit him, and then saw a group of energetic young men with cameras strapped to their heads pushing a makeshift barricade made of trash into the middle of the road.

"This car didn't have any association markings, so it's normal for it to be blocked by thugs."

Harold had already taken off his white coat from the association and was wearing a gray women's casual jacket.

Upon seeing Harold about to open the door and get out of the car, Du Jue quickly stopped her, saying, "This is a small matter, I can handle it."

Swish!

Du Jue pulled a large brown book from his pocket, rolled down the car window, and casually tossed it out.

"Wow! This person is quite considerate; they're giving a tip!"

The red-haired guy wearing a camera squeezed past his companion and excitedly took the book.

The other thugs, curious, crowded around to take a look. Ignoring the disgruntled redhead, they hurriedly flipped through the book, only to find pages filled with hand grenade illustrations. "Tch! What a piece of junk! I'm going to tear this guy who throws things around into pieces!"

Their actions immediately drew boos and discontent from behind the barbed wire fence on the right.

Behind the rusty barbed wire fence was a tall, multi-story parking lot, where a large number of Nest residents, carrying beer cans and watching the spectacle, had gathered and were discussing the thugs' actions.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! Do you guys think you're some kind of urban girl? You think you can just livestream robbery and murder and get paid? If making money were that easy, I wouldn't have gotten yelled at by that idiot boss today!"

"What the hell is going on? Even back alley thugs are doing live streams now. Do you know how many people want to imitate urban girls but can't? If you're so capable, why don't you also use the name of 'Command' and I'll give you a reward right away!"

"After a long day of being frustrated, it feels so good to see all this garbage in the back alleys! Hey, Redhead, stop eyeing that junk. If any of you drive over and smash up the restaurant next door, the club will give you a reward!"

As they spoke, some of the people inside the enclosure chuckled and tossed out some small-denomination coins, which flew over the barbed wire fence, immediately exciting the group of camera thugs.

Upon witnessing this scene, Du Jue, who was in the car, couldn't help but ask Harold, "What are they doing?"

"Haven't you encountered this? Observing the back alleys is a very popular activity in the hive. Those people get together to drink, and they've even formed a club for it."

Harold was not surprised by this.

"So boring?!"

Suddenly, I realized that live streaming really suits the tastes of the residents of the nest, no wonder the dolls are sold out.

Harold watched as many thugs bent down to pick up weapons from the ground, clearly intending to steal vehicles and ram into the restaurant. "Some of the hideouts and back alleys are poorly secured, but even if they have barbed wire, they won't climb over it."

“Wen Duo, you should understand that even if they cross the blockade, they are still back alley people. Even if there are one or two lawless guys, they will wander around in the nest for half a day and then obediently return to the back alley.”

"Compared to barbed wire, the hierarchy among people is something much harder to overcome. Faced with the oppression of those powerful figures, perhaps only by looking at those of lower status can they find relaxation and happiness. This is also part of the urban structure."

I want a breeze strong enough to turn the pages of a book.

Hurala!

Avoid looking out the window at the white paper fluttering rapidly in the air; the flying pages make the camera dizzy and disoriented.

Papers flying from thick books swept across the air, easily passing over the barbed wire and landing with a thud on the faces of the club members.

Turning to look at the rather astonished Harold, Du Jue chuckled and said, "Regardless of the level, I think there are two things that are the same for big shots and small ants."

Harold chimed in at the opportune moment: "What is it?"

"The desire to seek a better life, and the pain of losing what we already have."

Do not make a gun gesture with your right hand and point it out the window.

"Boom."

The pistol fired, followed by the deafening explosions of countless grenades outside the car.

316

Chapter 316 The Cook.

"Huh? This is it!"

Harold, who was usually quiet and conservative, couldn't help but turn his head to look when he heard that Du Jue's pistol had actually fired.

All the thugs' faces and the cameras on their heads were covered by paper, which was then replaced by grenades that were detonated the next moment.

The explosions flashed like a chain of fireworks, but unfortunately it was daytime and everything was obscured by the bright sunlight.

Harold, seeing the blasted-open barricades, recalled with alarm the information he had been given.

Wen Duo possesses a large number of advanced workshop weapons, including two giant workshop weapons. Not to mention the white exoskeleton and red scales that can instantly cover the entire body, the method of igniting enemies with just his gaze is extremely bizarre.

Previously, Section Chief Mirina had even sought help from the Seven Associations, which focused on intelligence work, but unfortunately they also knew nothing about this method, so it could only be a secret such as singularity technology.

"Is this your new workshop weapon? It can turn book pages into explosives?"

Harold realized that Du Jue had worked at the collapsing L Company and then at the emerging Smile Company, which explained why he had so much powerful equipment.

Suddenly realizing her slip of the tongue—that she had actually inquired about another senior finisher—she quickly tried to salvage the situation: “I’m sorry, Wen Duo, you don’t need to answer me to know that it was definitely something custom-made for you, something very novel.”

Perhaps this thing is also an application of some kind of singularity technology. Asking about it rashly might lead to danger. Harold suddenly realized that the person who had been tested half a year ago was now a big shot who had to be dealt with with caution.

"It's alright, it's just a little trinket."

Avoid offering words of comfort upon seeing how nervous the other person is, since his only worry is that his part-time job card will be exposed.

It doesn't matter if others figure out all the other tools for working, because they definitely can't keep up with his working speed.

coax!

The onlookers in the parking garage gasped in surprise. They had just removed the papers that had been slapped on their faces when they witnessed a clean and efficient series of explosions.

Many people fearfully threw away the paper grenade in their hands, turned around, and screamed as they ran away.

"Hey! You in the car, if you stop this car again, all of these are yours!"

Instead of fleeing, the people in the club on the fifth floor excitedly pulled out a video recording from their communicator and showed it to Du Jue, revealing a large sum of money.

When they saw Du Jue get out of the car and look at them, the club members got excited. They opened beer cans and poured the beer onto the pages of the grenade book they were holding, then threw the wet pages at Du Jue, who was eventually stopped by the barbed wire on the other side of the nest.

Harold glanced around the club, her excellent eyesight allowing her to immediately understand what was going on. "They not only drank alcoholic beverages but also took psychotropic drugs. I guess those thugs were attracted here by them."

"I couldn't be bothered with it, I just picked up the book."

He tucked the thick book on the ground into his arms and turned away without a second thought.

Bang!

The sound of the grenade exploding was drowned out by the car door, allowing Harold to restart the engine.

Seafood risotto restaurant.

Du Jue looked up at the large shrimp head on the signboard, his eyes filled with a strange expression. "Are we really going to eat here? Although I have the professionalism of a cleanup worker, I can't just force myself to eat something I'm not going to enjoy. I don't like eating meat that tastes like it's made out of despair."

"Of course. The risotto here is fairly normal. It's made from fish caught from the Great Lake and transported via cold chain. The price of that is much higher than that of ordinary human flesh."

Harold explained clearly, "And Lord Scarlet Cross is waiting here."

The two entered the restaurant one after the other.

Du Jue discovered that this place is indeed high-end. After leaving the reception hall on the first floor, the second and third floors are all private rooms, and you can even see a glimpse of the kitchen by walking through the corridor.

As soon as he followed the waiter in, he caught a glimpse of two chefs, one big and one small.

"Slaughtering humans is easier than slaughtering animals because most people are smaller and weaker than us, and resistance is futile. Of course, even if you're not strong, you can still do this job, so don't be too pessimistic."

Harold, standing behind Du Jue, immediately asked the waiter, "Waiter, will our seafood feast contain human flesh?"

As a veteran who has handled many City Star commissions, Harold has a very strong ability to read people. He could tell from the moment he stopped the bystander in the parking lot building that the other party was very concerned about this kind of thing.

The waiter quickly responded, "Human taste perception is limited; the flavors that taste buds can perceive are far less rich than we imagine. Chefs are thinking about how to break through the boundaries of taste perception and integrate the dining experience into the flavors."

“Aesthetically pleasing presentation can enhance the taste experience, and it would be even better if diners could experience the deliciousness during the cooking process. Our chefs would never be like those low-end restaurants that crudely turn rotten meat into sausages to pass off inferior products.”

"If any diners are interested, they need to make a reservation in advance so that the chef can prepare the meat. Would you like to make a reservation and try it?"

The waiter opened the door to the private room and asked Du Jue if he needed a reservation.

"Of course not!"

It wasn't Du Jue who spoke, but rather the crimson cross that emerged from the private room.

The other person wasn't wearing the same thick armor and helmet as last time; instead, he was a slovenly, bearded middle-aged man. He very familiarly ushered Harold in, then turned to the waiter and continued, "If there's a chef who can cook himself into a dish, then we can talk. My friend is picky about food."

Upon hearing this, the waiter politely declined, glanced at Du Jue wearing a black veil, and then nervously left.

In the box.

"Hey, Wen Duo, have some watermelon. You can't be so averse to this, can you?"

Zhu Hongshi showed no airs of a color-coded person closing the event, and reached out to push a plate of fruit in front of the table.

Harold briefly explained the reason for his lateness to the Red Cross, then lowered his head to operate the communicator.

"Hello, I'm Wen Duo. It's an honor to work with the color finishing toucher on this project. By the way, did you book this place?"

By avoiding rudely drinking hot tea upon seeing the red cross, my previous worries about being recognized were put to rest.

After all, no one would have expected that the unremarkable person who would finish the show would be Lead Gray.

Zhu Hongshizi chewed his tea leaves carefully, as if he were seriously savoring tea. "Wen Duo, did you blow up those guys from the club? Why didn't you just take them all out at the beginning?"

"It's nothing, they were just on the other side of the barbed wire at first, and they couldn't stop our car."

He forked a palm-sized piece of fresh white fish meat and stuffed it into his cloak pocket, which immediately began to wriggle as if it were a mouth.

After eating the watermelon flesh, he casually put the rind in his pocket. He usually communicates with this living garment through a strange connection, and can have simple conversations with it.

The texture of the food was a bit dry from cleaning up the corpses and ruins before, so this is a good opportunity to replenish its moisture.

"I see. I guess they might have survived if they hadn't been so rude."

Zhu Hongshi seemed very interested in this, "But your skill is quite impressive, it's very deceptive to first-timers."

Du Jue stuffed a dumpling into his pocket and replied without looking up, "It wasn't their words that angered me, it's just that they paid me. They paid me to kill people for fun, so I'll kill people for free."

Zhu Hongshizi thought to himself, “I didn’t expect you to have such a strong sense of justice, Wen Duo. By the way, as the ambassador for the City Girl campaign, what talents do you have? Like singing or dancing?”

“Lord Scarlet Cross, and Wenduo the Finisher.”

Harold suddenly interjected, "We should get going. The plan is simple this time. After all, it's rare to have all the chefs gathered together, so we haven't made any complicated plans."

"Next, we need to find a way to infiltrate the cooking salon, wait for the association's offensive to begin, and then launch a surprise attack on the chefs, making sure to eliminate as many targets as possible."

and many more!

Only then did Du Jue suddenly remember something: Yi Yin seemed to be one of the targets of this trip.

However, he was very puzzled because he had sent a group message when he returned to D Nest, but Yi Yin did not seem to reply.

It's not that narcissism is forbidden, but Yi Yin was undoubtedly very interested in his own flesh, so how could he remain completely indifferent?

317

Chapter 317 Knife Skills.

Seeing that Zhu Hongshi and Harold were about to leave, Du Jue quickly raised his hand and asked, "Since it's a commission, you should have information about the eight head chefs, right?"

"Yes, it exists, but it's outdated."

Zhu Hongshi pointed to Du Jue's crimson cloak, "There are a few chefs who, unlike you, don't wear monsters on their bodies; they become monsters themselves. The day before yesterday, I even encountered a group of werewolves from the sewers."

He stroked his beard with a touch of melancholy: "Although more people are dying in the city, on the bright side, there are more requests too. By the way, Wen Duo, do you wear this outfit when you go to the toilet? This thing isn't so disgusting that it even puts its own taste in the toilet bowl, is it?"

These words made Du Jue raise his eyebrows with a hint of speechlessness, and his previous impression of the Red Cross's composure and reliability immediately collapsed.

"Wen Duo is the person who finished things off. This is the information of the eight chefs before the update, but it is currently unclear how many of them became twisted."

Harold opened his communicator and displayed the information.

After browsing through the list, Du Jue finally saw Yi Yin's name. It did not indicate that he was missing or dead; on the contrary, he was actively promoting his new dishes.

Avoid the situation where you barely memorize the information before feeling a large hand patting your shoulder.

"Wow! As expected, a barking dog doesn't bite. Your clothes have a really good bite."

The crimson cross withdrew its hand and curiously examined its right palm, where the callus had been bitten off, and the petite human figure emerging from the right shoulder of the cloak of utter defiance.

The crimson humanoid resembled a little girl with long, flowing hair, even somewhat cute, and then melted away blankly upon seeing the vermilion cross retreat.

Zhu Hongshi immediately grabbed a knife from the table and scraped the calluses on his palms like he was scraping a potato, quickly smoothing out the bitten area. "Wen Duo, how much is this little thing? It's very convenient for scrubbing your body."