I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

The children playing nearby were not afraid at all. Instead, they found a new rope and tied it to the corpse's feet, attaching the other end to a tree.

They took turns experiencing the corpse swing and had a lot of fun.

"Ring finger".

After briefly recalling the events of last night, Du Jue roughly confirmed that he had destroyed an art auction organized by the Ring Fingers, yet the other party held no grudge and instead invited him to join them.

It's utterly incomprehensible, and why do they even consider themselves artists?

Du Jue quickly arrived at the factory and followed Jingmei by car to a steel and textile factory.

Outside, the bright sunlight, filtered through the gaps in the steel tower, cast only a cold white light. Inside the dimly lit factory, stood three unusually tall men in black robes.

Whether it was the spider legs peeking out from under the robe or the pale mask, both made Jingmei frown.

Dealing with gangs isn't like dealing with a cleanup crew, where there are association constraints. The first-tier members were instructed beforehand to be careful not to let the other side double-cross them.

"Is the scenery of a stray dog ​​beautiful? I am Alpha."

"Is this a thumb order? Is the deposit sufficient?"

Du immediately handed over the thumb list he had brought, which specified the requirements for various fabrics.

"Taking orders? Here's the list."

Even after leaving the steel and textile factory, Jingmei still couldn't quite believe it.

"These Carnival guys are actually quite polite; they even follow the rules in their transactions."

“I thought they would ask us for a kickback, so I brought the money with me. After all, it was a command given to a stray dog.”

The three suddenly stopped, because Alpha, which used black tentacle-like organs to walk, was blocking their way.

Du stopped abruptly, and seeing the tall Alpha approaching in front of him, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

It's worth noting that these tailors weave fabric in a way that involves eating people alive, making them an undeniably powerful gang, even stronger than stray dogs.

"Are you two short of money? Could we invite you to become fabric suppliers?"

"Can you get a lot of money by volunteering? The body with enhanced tattoos is a high-quality raw material."

"Get out of my way!"

As expected, Jingmei's face darkened, and she completely ignored Alpha's subsequent persuasion.

"Alright, thumb's command is complete. You guys go play by yourselves."

Du Jue glanced at Jingmei, who was in a bad mood, and said goodbye to Zulu, who was leaving.

"Why are you still here? You look quite ordinary."

"We have our own plans. Are you going to wait here forever?"

Feeling Alpha standing beside Du Jue, he felt that the other's size was too exaggerated, and he had to strain his neck to look at the other's white mask.

Are you interested in materials related to my church?

"A stray dog ​​wants to be a supplier?"

Alpha returned and took out several leaflets and a yellow book, bending down to hand them to Du Jue. The massive size of Alpha pressing down on him made Du Jue involuntarily take two steps back.

"They can turn into animals? That's interesting?"

"If you bring yourself, I can give you a discount on the fabric we make."

Du Jue hurriedly accepted the materials, thanked them, and left. He was quite grateful that these tailors thought he was mediocre, otherwise there would have been a lot more trouble.

After reviewing the materials, I finally gained a general understanding of the details of this church.

Believe in liberating your true self and returning to the original doctrine.

The Yellow Book claims that urban ills and other forms of suffering are all caused by complex social relationships, and that only by detaching oneself and becoming a natural person again can one be free from these man-made troubles.

The church's job titles are somewhat peculiar; the leader doesn't have a name, he's just called "I-I-I".

The preacher is called "you you you," while the enlightened and devout believer is called "he he he."

"Damn it, a bunch of lunatics!"

"Run, help me contact the molar clinic. I'd like to collaborate with them on a mission for my church."

"Ahem, you should contact them yourself. The representative of the Molar Agency is a fifth-tier finisher, a mainstay in maintaining urban order."

"You must have their contact information, right? I've sent you their firm's phone number."

I didn't expect Run to retire so quickly, but it's normal. He's only an eighth-tier finisher, so of course he can't keep up with my promotion speed.

The fact that he could finally begin investigating the suicide squad made Du Jue feel much better, until he saw the towering flames on his way home.

The nursery building was engulfed in flames.

The mentally unstable Patsy stood grinning in front of the raging fire, oblivious to the intense heat as he watched the frantic firefighting efforts from the upper floors.

44 Nursery

The nursery was left in ruins by the fire.

He walked over carrying the newly bought lubricant and endorphins, and looked at Du Jue, who was leaning against the wall, sweating profusely. There were also a dozen or so terrified children and two caregivers next to him.

Unexpectedly, Du Jue was even more agile than me when climbing walls to rescue people. He didn't even feel his hands getting burned red. He's even more amazing than a prosthetic body.

"What's going on? You set someone's curtains on fire while you were smoking?"

"It's him!"

Immediately, a boy pointed at Patsy and began to accuse him, revealing that this lunatic had been playing with fire in the hallway.

Du Jue turned to look at Patsy, who showed no remorse whatsoever, and the lunatic even greeted Du Jue, an acquaintance.

"I wanted to bake some sandwiches, but they're burnt."

"But you, you said that wild animals that return to nature don't need to worry about loans, future prospects, or money; all their worries are just eating. So I ate the burnt sandwich anyway."

"You seem troubled. Why don't you come and learn about the gospel of my church?"

Bang!

Don't bother listening to his nonsense. Just tie him up and take him away later. We have to find this missionary, otherwise this area will only get more and more chaotic.

"Why are there only the two of you left in your building? There aren't even any security guards here?"

"Well, the daycare center has gone bankrupt. We just haven't left yet, since it's hard to find similar jobs in the city."

"And this house?"

"It was donated to my church."

What kind of bullshit cult is this? Their greed is so obvious, people are actually rushing to give them money.

Du Jue spotted the little girl who had greeted him earlier among the group of children. She was holding a burgundy bow and didn't say anything, just looking at him.

Unable to bear the gaze, Du turned his head away.

"How about letting the children stay in our building temporarily, and you can continue working? But the salary might be a little lower."

The two caregivers were overjoyed upon hearing this.

They've worked here for years and have no other professional skills; leaving means unemployment.

"Hey, hey, hey, you didn't ask us, did you?"

He threw a box of endorphins directly at Du Jue, then looked up and stopped him from speaking.

"Let me tell you something. Actually, you can see stars in the back alley at night, but you have to stand on a rooftop without any lights, and you can only see the brightest few stars."

"You probably don't know that their names can be bought with money. I saw a funny name in the Star Directory: Jessica's Sexy Butt."

"What I'm trying to say is that in the city, even something as pure and beautiful as stars can be bought with money. With money, you can have everything."

"With money, any dream can come true."

"Even if you are 99% responsible for that house, I still have a share, right? It's money too, it's part of everything I have."

"Counting money is the most exciting thing for me."

"You should at least ask for my opinion before using it."

Du Jue looked at Ai, who spoke calmly, but did not immediately refute her. The truth seemed to be exactly as Ai had said, without the slightest discrepancy.

It seems that apart from becoming the pinnacle of the city, he has made far too many mistakes in his actions.

"Then, I think, is it okay to do it this way?"

With some difficulty in asking, Du Jue recalled what Pianjiang had said, and then stopped trying to hide his selfishness.

"Haha, Du Jue, why do you become so timid and hesitant after just one day apart?"

"Of course, we're on the same side."

This answer was completely unexpected, causing him to look up at the circular screen in a daze.

"Isn't the point of working hard to earn money to spend it? I just don't like wasting it on trivial things."

Du Jue and the people from the nursery returned to the building.

The two caregivers were finally relieved to see the entire building; they had been worried that these people were just liars bragging.

"Ahem, well, actually we can try to find the contact person at Company L. Maybe they will donate money to the new nursery."

"real?!"

She immediately became excited, looking at the child as if she were looking at a hen laying eggs.

"Now I know your name."

Just as I was lost in thought, I looked down and saw the girl with the bow on her trouser leg, who seemed happier than the other children.

"This is for you, it's my treasure."

A fluffy otter doll was held above the girl's head.

"Do you know how to use it? Heh heh, you can heat it up in the microwave before going to bed."

"This will be very warm, like being held by your mother."

Perhaps he brought not only destruction.

I resolved not to crouch down and hug the little girl and the doll, and I also gave the two caregivers an advance on their wages.

Standing at the gate, Du Jue smiled as he watched the children being led upstairs to their rooms, then turned and fiercely grabbed Patsy's reins.

"You'd better know where you are!"

"I'm hungry."

"Then take this punch."

Du Jue led Patsy to the abandoned football field, where three men in brown uniforms were waiting for them.

Olga, who is over 1.7 meters tall, was supporting two companions who were only 1.5 meters tall on his left and right, looking like he was using crutches.

However, Du Jue did not laugh. Instead, he tied Patsy to the railing and continued walking.

"Oh, it looks like our business partner has arrived."

Olga saw Du Jue walking straight over and casually raised her hand to greet him.

"Really? Big sister, are you sure that guy who treated people like dogs is a business partner? Did you discuss a case over drinks again?"

"Every time you get drunk, you agree to some outrageous requests. I heard that the representative of this Run Agency is only an eighth-level finisher, right? Can they really help us?"

With his elbow pinned down, Renn frowned as he sized up Du Jue as he approached.

“Raine is right, and besides, we don’t need to cooperate with a pervert.”

Meixiang also had doubts about this trip. Although she and Rein looked young, they were both seventh-level finishers.

Those at the ninth and eighth levels are considered to be at the bottom, and generally face economic hardship.

Those at the seventh rank already possess considerable strength and are qualified to become members of the association.

Not to mention that Olga is a Tier 5 finisher and even has connections in World Wing.

"Hello, my name is Wen Duo. That guy knows about church missionaries, but he has some mental issues, which is why I brought him here like this."

"Oh? It's him? I've heard that this church has the technology to transform into animals."