I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Olga quickly called Du Jue over, led him outside to meet the rest of the firm, and introduced them to each other.

"By the way, your new ID."

Upon receiving the item, Du Jue discovered it was a brand-new Tier 7 Finisher's ID, which immediately improved his mood considerably.

He might one day establish his own independent firm and then affiliate with various worlds and kingdoms, which feels a bit like collecting stamps.

"However, promotion won't be so easy after that. High-level commissions are not easy to come by. This is the dividing line between elite finishers and those who just coast along."

"And if you're lucky enough to land a big deal, you might just become a fifth-tier finisher like me. We're the backbone of ensuring urban security, and that Walter is only at that level."

Du Jue staggered a couple of steps under Olga's arm, watching her pat her chest and recount the thrilling missions she had completed, bragging without needing to prepare a draft even without drinking.

Meanwhile, Rein and Mika skillfully instructed the rest of the agency on their defensive positions, and every now and then, several wild beasts would be discovered and driven away from the corners.

"Would taking down and eliminating a gang similar to my church be enough for a promotion?"

"Don't be too ambitious. The ratings of these cults are a bit inflated. You know, urban idiots are too easily fooled. They're only worth so much money because of their large scale."

"I can see you're really keen on getting promoted. Why don't you go and take down Smiling Face? I guarantee you'll get promoted to rank five smoothly."

"Is it that gang that's always shrouded in smoke? I heard they've been active around here lately."

Meixiang interjected at this moment, seemingly having some understanding of smiling faces, and Dujue immediately had an idea.

The Smiling Faces are a nightmare-level gang in the city. Their members wear iron masks and can use special smoke to enhance themselves.

The fact that my church has made such a big show of itself is merely an urban nightmare, which is enough to prove the strength of Smiling Face. Perhaps we can observe the job prospects in this field.

He tossed aside an attacking jackal and immediately turned to ask what was wrong.

"Senior Mika, I'd like to hire you to take me to select some weapons from the workshop. I wonder if you have the time?"

"Oh, Wen Duo, you're very sensible."

"This is a small matter, you don't need to pay for it."

Upon hearing this, Mika shook her head, causing her two waist-length pigtails to sway.

"I think Wen Duo has other intentions. Otherwise, why would the person finishing up need a guide when choosing weapons from a workshop? Let me see if your face is pretty or not."

Olga, who was standing next to him, slung her weapon over her shoulder and, with a mischievous grin, reached for the bandages on Du Jue's face.

Du Jue quickly dodged Olga's large hand, while Mei Xiang frowned and glared at Olga.

"Actually, I also wanted to ask about Mika's smiling face."

"I was just kidding. You're really going to lay a hand on them? Only someone who's obsessed with money would be courting death."

"Even the association has to be careful with this kind of gang, so don't do anything rash! Otherwise, I'll have to fire you from the firm immediately!"

Olga solemnly warned against it, and brandishing her weapon scared away the rats that were trying to sneak in together.

Mika ignored Olga's antics and pondered for a moment.

“A friend of mine who works in a workshop said that things have become very dangerous in Lane 23 recently. It seems to be some kind of cooking competition, but you know, the tastes of food there are completely different from ours.”

"So I suspect that Smiling Face is just hired by those cannibalistic chefs to find fresh ingredients, and we'd better not provoke them right now."

"Otherwise, our entire business might end up on the plate."

And this thing?

In District 23, a place filled with human flesh restaurants, Du Jue could easily imagine what they were up to, and immediately thought of Yi Yin, who seemed to have been quite quiet lately.

Is that place holding some kind of top-level chef assessment competition?

This seems to be a good opportunity. The soon-to-be-employed Smiling Face is probably busy preparing dishes for the eight head chefs, and he happens to know one of them.

"Of course, I won't act rashly."

The molar clinic didn't close for a while after dark, since the cleaners would be able to clean Walter's floor for free.

After resting at the hotel for a while, Meixiang took the initiative to take Dujue to the workshop market.

A concrete open space adorned with colorful lights, with numerous containers of different colors stacked together to form a peculiar market maze.

We must avoid seeing someone playing guitar and busking at this entrance.

"Generally speaking, good workshops take on private customization commissions, since the price is high and the pressure is low, while small workshops rarely do this kind of thing."

"So this place is the market for those workshops to sell their goods on consignment. As long as you have money, you can rent a container. We call this place 'workshop canned goods'."

Meixiang is right. This place is like opening a can of food, with everything on display, from light and heavy weapons to all sorts of strange and unusual weapons, except for firearms.

However, Du Jue was not very satisfied with what he looked at. He just wanted these things to stack talents, and the more portable the workshop weapons were, the better.

Suddenly he remembered the strange talent brought by the index finger.

[I've found a suitable workshop weapon for me.]

We must prevent ourselves from turning a corner after giving the order and finding a container selling hidden weapons. This is already the edge of the workshop's canned goods area, and beyond that are the high walls of the containers.

"I advise you not to buy this kind of thing. You might as well go to the construction site and pick up a few stones instead."

"Workshop weapons are usually made of special materials, making them sturdy and durable, but buying one of these is just a waste of money."

"You might as well buy a crossbow, or even save up to get a pistol."

Meixiang watched as Du Jue selected items with great interest, even wrapping the small items around her body with thin thread. Once she put on her coat, the marks of the hidden weapons on her body were no longer visible.

But hidden weapons are really useless in the city. Didn't you see the owner of this container with a smile as wide as a chrysanthemum?

"It's nothing. By the way, how did you know about Smiling Face?"

“Neighborhood watch is a common practice in almost every back alley. You can’t expect everyone to have the money to hire a neighborhood watch to protect them. However, the strength of these spontaneous organizations is unpredictable and depends entirely on who lives in the area.”

“I know a lot of people from the workshops, and they say that Neighborhood Watch has placed a big order to combat Smiley Face.”

Could you tell me more about it?

Meixiang gave Du Jue a strange look.

"Don't tell me you're really going to mess with Laughing Face and get sliced ​​into pieces."

59 Wim

Du Jue didn't put the note written by Meixiang into his pocket; it was the address of the hand grip workshop, and he needed to go there tomorrow to ask about the neighborhood watch and smiling face.

Exhausted, Du Jue returned to the building alone and collapsed into bed, losing consciousness almost the instant his face touched the sofa.

early morning.

I don't want to wake up again to find Pianjiang standing dumbly by the door. Based on past experience, he should have cooked a bowl of hot soup for me by now.

He rubbed his face, then remembered there was a pot of mysterious meat soup in the refrigerator that he should throw away later.

"Pianjiang, are you trying to be a door god here?"

Du Jue approached and suddenly noticed that Pianjiang was trembling slightly, staring blankly at a pure white card slipped under the door, as if his soul had been stolen away.

After helping Pianjiang up, Du Jue frowned and helped him sit on the sofa before picking up the card.

However, the symbol on the card made Du Jue's pupils shrink, and he was immediately horrified. It was clearly a ring symbol.

What's going on? Did Ring Fingers discover that he was Lead Gray's Lament?!

Du Jue hurriedly looked at the contents on the other side, only to find that the recipient was not himself but Olivia. His doubts not only did not dissipate but intensified.

This is an invitation to a solo art exhibition, signed by Wim, which sounds like a man's name.

Faced with this inexplicable situation, Du Jue immediately wanted to call Olivia over, but he was stunned for a moment.

Although the building was nominally his, and he had taken in those children, he didn't actually know which room Olivia lived in, so he had to ask A to do it for him next door.

"Seriously, you have to write down the errand fee for me."

Du Jue, clutching the invitation, turned around and sat down next to Pianjiang. He looked at the dazed Pianjiang with curiosity and immediately asked him a question.

"Isn't this for Olivia? Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous, after all, it's not for me."

"Do you know that Wim? Or have you dealt with the Ring Fingers before?"

Pianjiang lowered his head, like a fledgling bird shrinking its head, and stared at Du Jue for a full half minute before hesitating to respond.

“When Oakes was taken away as an experimental subject, I used my last bit of money to buy her place from the gang.”

Urban dwellers really know how to sell the ropes that lead them to hang themselves.

“That’s not a laboratory, but an art gallery. I heard that it seems to be the creative base of the Ring Fingers group.”

"I didn't dare go in, and I didn't know what was going on inside. Even after Oakes came out, I didn't dare ask her."

"The name written on the plaque at that base is Wim."

Du Jue hurriedly pressed for answers, already having a bad feeling about Olivia's situation.

"Wait, what does the gallery need test subjects for?"

The Ring Fingers is a unique gang that pursues art, but their art is roughly equivalent to the cooking techniques of Lane 23.

Their bizarre artworks are difficult for outsiders to understand, but they can sell for high prices among the upper class.

"It should be painting, and Oakes mentioned that she would invite him to witness the optimized artwork later, as it is also part of the art exhibition."

"I heard from Oakes that they were released because Wim got tired of the nail polish and needed a fresh batch."

At this moment, Olivia also ran down excitedly, overjoyed that Du Jue wanted to see her, but her face immediately turned pale when she saw the invitation in Du Jue's hand.

She stood at the doorway with her hands behind her back, looking somewhat lost.

"Sweetie, can you tell me about this experiment?"

"can!"

Just as Olivia was about to squat down to comfort the little girl, she was surprised when the girl raised her chest and spoke to her. Even with tears welling up in her eyes, Olivia mustered up the courage to speak.

"At first it seemed like I was having surgery, which didn't feel like anything. Then it was blood collection. The ladies wearing hats would make incisions in places they liked to collect the paint."

"But don't worry, Brother Du, we can all recover quickly without leaving scars, and we'll be much stronger."

Hey!

These lunatics' art always pushes the boundaries. Who knows if this surgery has any side effects? Drawing blood like this is practically torture.

Never put the invitation in your pocket; know that this matter will not end there.

His solo exhibition starts in three days, and he has to figure out a way to deal with this trouble or the person who caused it.

They can't just come back one day and find Wim short of paint and then grab Olivia to use, can they? These ring-fingered lunatics are completely unreasonable.

"Okay, you can stay in my room for the next few days. If you need anything, just ask Katae."

"really?"

Olivia seemed very excited and wanted to reach out and touch her face to comfort her, but his hands were too rough and might scratch her skin.

I'll find some leather gloves to wear later; you need to be physically strong to do a job.

Avoid immediately changing into new clothes before going out.

Grip Workshop.

The foam facade was covered with all sorts of grips, making it look like some kind of sword mound.

If you bypass the pile of handles, you'll find that there are no stools in the shop; instead, there are wooden handles on the wall, where a dozen or so people are casually sitting and talking to the owner.

“Those bastards are insane. They killed people in the street without taking us seriously at all.”

"Instead of strengthening our military, I think it would be more effective to give Xiaomian a long leave to stay at home and wait until they move on to the next place."

"Indeed, this is much cheaper than hiring an agency."

"Hey! Are you guys talking nonsense here? If even one of you manages to get a day off, I'll eat all the fists here. Anyone who dares to take a day off will be out of a job."

Immediately, the group began to sigh and complain about the poor employment environment.

"I have an idea."

Avoid coming from behind, resting your elbows on the counter, and facing these dozen or so people sideways.

Even though they were dressed differently, the neighborhood watch armbands on their arms made it clear to Du Jue who they were.

"Kid, you have no right to speak here."