I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

He knocked on the window, but with that much force, someone would probably come before he could even break it. This place wasn't like other places where he could cause trouble.

The more heavily guarded the rabbit house was, the more I wanted to go inside and see what was going on. Perhaps Wim's apprentice lived there, after all, its unique architectural style was quite eye-catching.

After walking around the house, Du Jue was surprised to find that the two ears were not just decorations; one of them was actually a chimney.

Aside from the Ring Fingers' fussiness, who still uses a chimney? Endorphins burn longer than firewood, right?

Under the cover of darkness, and to avoid climbing the wall with bare hands, I grabbed the eaves and pulled myself onto the roof, barely managing to reach the chimney. I then hurriedly tried to crawl inside.

Bang.

Upon landing, their bottoms were covered in dust. They covered their mouths and noses, crawling around until they were covered in dust. They groped around in the dark for a while before turning on the lights.

A quick glance around the house reveals that it is clearly a place where a girl lives.

Suddenly the communicator rang, and Dujuan answered without hesitation.

"By the way, Du Jue, did I forget to tell you my sister's name?"

Du Jue went to the bedside table, opened it, and found a diary with two delicate characters written on it: "Park Hye". He casually flipped through it.

“My sister’s name is Park Hye. Didn’t I tell you before that she was sent back once? She was fine that time, but now Park Hye doesn’t trust anyone. She thinks everyone is trying to harm her. She’s even suspicious of me.”

"Anyway, thank you for your help. I've already spoken with the molar clinic and we're trying to find a loan."

The other party hung up the call, but Du Jue's heart was in turmoil as he began to read through the diary.

The preceding text is clearly a record of Park Hye's childhood, mostly consisting of only one or two sentences, indicating that she lived a carefree and very comfortable life.

Then comes the record after she lived in Park Hoi's house for a year. Here the text begins to form paragraphs, but there is very little record about her brother.

The piano teacher who applied a hot towel to her face, the uncle who bought her expensive gifts, and the neighbor who taught her to draw.

Du Jue stared in disbelief at the diary entry that said she was actually Wim's daughter, but the hospital had mistakenly registered the wrong child, leading to this tragedy.

Park Hye even wanted to bring her brother to live with her, but Wim warned her about the difference in their social standing.

Perhaps everyone in the city has their own place to belong.

Du Jue became increasingly confused as he looked at the sentence, and quickly flipped to the next page, immediately frowning.

Her piano teacher was jealous of her youth, beauty, and wealth, so he deliberately gave her the wrong medicine.

That uncle also embezzled her assets; his change of heart was so fast that Park Hye couldn't believe it.

All these unexpected events left Park Hye preoccupied and unable to concentrate on painting, leading to her being verbally abused and slapped by her neighbor.

The handwriting in the diary became messy, and each page contained long paragraphs of text crammed together.

Until she sought Wim's help, Wim actually moved in with her, helping Park Hye with groceries and mail, managing her finances, and encouraging her to continue creating.

Judging from her handwriting, Du Jue realized that her mental state had improved considerably, and impatiently turned to the last page.

"It's all a lie? There was no baby swapping at all, and Wim and I have absolutely no connection?"

Why are you looking at me with suspicion? This isn't art!

Putting away the diary, Du Jue immediately knew what this place was for. He couldn't quite understand why Wim was acting like he was possessed by something.

However, this guy only appeared in the art creation for a few months; everything else was outsourced. So, apart from Park Hye, everyone in this house is an actor.

One can only imagine what it would be like if Park Hye were sent back to Park Hoi's house. She is now a clear case of mental illness, just like Wim was born.

He picked up his communicator and immediately dialed Xiaomian's number.

"Old Wang, are you there?"

"Hey buddy, you're contacting me in the middle of the night just to ask me this?"

How much longer will we continue to frequently feature our smiling faces?

"Oh, that depends on when we can gather enough high-quality ingredients. After all, you should understand how picky the chefs are."

"Have you heard about Wim's solo exhibition at the Ring Point nearby? I heard she has experimental subjects there who can quickly recover from injuries after being cut open, and they use them to collect fresh paint for their paintings."

"Oh dear, that's one of the five fingers, the ring finger! How dare we mess with it?"

Du Jue was speechless. In the game's storyline, Xiao Mian dared to take down even the Southern Branch Minister of the Four Associations. How could he be afraid of this or that?

As long as the gangs at the Urban Nightmare level don't form a blood feud with Urban Star, they generally won't have any trouble.

"Her exhibition opens tomorrow. We can take action in the back alley late at night. By then, we'll have enough test subjects to show for it. It's not like we're going to fight the Ring Master to the death."

"This is crucial intelligence I provided to the gang. Even if you don't take it, you have to remember my contribution. When the time comes, teach me knife skills without holding back."

"Hmph, so that's what you've got your eye on, Brother Du Jue. Your target is indeed very tempting. I'll discuss it with the others."

Before Du could say anything more, Lao Wang had already hung up the call.

This guy is experienced and not easily fooled. Fortunately, he has a backup plan for keeping watch on the neighborhood.

He lay on the big pink bed, planning to use the rabbit house to sleep for the night, and had already started communicating with the neighborhood watchman.

68

Chapter 68 Stink Bomb

the next day.

The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, and Du Jue rubbed his head as he got out of the soft bed; it had been a long time since he had rested like this.

He took out his communicator and saw that the gathering information from Smiling Face had already been sent.

Along the sewage river.

The smile's distinctive dark red clothes caused the people around to scatter immediately, and even the fisherman sitting on the sewage pipe picked up his bucket and ran away.

"Brother Du Jue, you're a bit late."

Looking at the three men's smiling masks, Du Jue couldn't fathom their feelings or thoughts at all; perhaps that was one of the reasons they wore masks.

Mei sat on the iron railing, irritably tapping her pipe to make annoying clanging sounds, clearly very dissatisfied.

“I went to that exhibition hall yesterday. Besides the experimental subjects, there were also many high-ranking officials and dignitaries.”

"What exhibition hall?"

Jin, who was picking up a fishing rod from the ground, looked at Du Jue strangely, which made Du Jue immediately realize that Old Wang had not taken his words seriously at all.

Even though he is quite capable, it is still difficult for a newcomer to gain trust, especially since he was recommended by the head chef. If you really want to be serious about it, he is an outsider.

"Haha, let's put everything else aside for now and get back to today's mission: neighborhood watch in that area."

"Normally we choose our sourcing locations randomly within the region, but we didn't expect to run into them this time, which made Du Jue's first mission experience less than ideal."

"Since that's the case, let's take care of them then. What do you think, buddy?"

The dark holes in Old Wang's mask were facing Du Jue, which made Du Jue immediately remain outwardly calm, but inwardly he wondered if the other party suspected him.

But his gang background is spotless. If you trace his past back, he has a legitimate history as a gangster, and his boss was a scoundrel.

Fortunately, the other party did not question him further, but simply took the item and sat down in the carriage.

The armored truck started moving again. Since it was no longer convenient to use a communicator to send messages, he could only explain Wim's exhibition hall to the other two.

"Wow, this is great! All the high-end goods that I usually have to work so hard to find are gathered here. It's much more convenient than working myself to death every day to pick and choose from a bunch of things."

Mei immediately became excited and took a great interest in this highly sought-after opportunity.

Even Jin agreed that taking action in the back alley late at night would not cause any trouble.

However, after realizing that Lao Wang hadn't spoken, the two didn't bring it up again, and there was a tacit understanding between them.

"We've arrived. I heard this is their headquarters."

As soon as I got off the bus, I saw the neighborhood watch bulletin board on the roadside, which was covered with missing person notices and short-term job offers. The most eye-catching one was the "Smiling Faces" reminder notice.

This place has a feeling of a more forceful version of the neighborhood committee.

"What is the taste?"

As soon as the other three got out of the car, they looked around and then saw green projectiles being thrown continuously from the neighborhood watch building, which emitted an unbearable stench as soon as they landed.

Immediately step back and cover your nose.

"Do it!"

A man stood up from the top of the building and shouted through a megaphone. The high-rise buildings in the vicinity immediately opened their windows and launched a stink bomb attack, making the whole street smell terrible.

"vomit!"

Even after retreating to the street corner while leaning against the wall, Du Jue was still unable to straighten up due to the stench; this was a weapon he had Red Hat develop specifically to counteract it.

After all, Smiling Faces doesn't kill for fun like Wim; they also have to meet the KPIs set by their clients. This is a deal with eight head chefs, and there's no going back now.

If the goods from this area smell bad, it will cause trouble for Xiaomian, making them choose to source their goods from other, cleaner areas.

The back alley lacks many things, but it has no shortage of garbage. These guys must have packed up all the filth and black water from those garbage dumps.

"These lunatics! They stink!"

Jin retreated unhappily to Du Jue's side, while Mei ran out of the block in a fit of rage, refusing to even drive the armored truck out.

"Old Wang, let's just let it go this time. I don't want to go to that place at all."

"No."

Du Jue then realized that although Lao Wang's tone was still amiable, it carried an air of unyielding authority.

“If they are scared away by this, then this method will spread. We need to let them know that this method cannot be used.”

"But we can't be too oppressive, otherwise I can't stand being covered in stench every day. If I meet with the head chef, I'll probably be kicked out. So, let's kill these guys and find another place?"

No one objected to the question, and Du Jue clearly sensed the murderous intent emanating from Lao Wang; it was hard to say he wasn't driven to desperation by the stench.

Hearing Lao Wang's words, Mei and Jin couldn't help but feel a sense of birdsong and fragrance. They were very reluctant to go in and wait for the smell to dissipate a bit before going in.

"Wait, I'll go."

"Oh? Du Jue, aren't you a cook? Can you handle the smell alone?"

"I was just a former cook. Although I joined the gang to learn the skills, I understand the ways of the underworld very well. It is my duty to share the burden for the boss."

"Besides, I'm enough to handle these low-level guys. I'll hang all their corpses on the streetlights."

"After all, I'm the one with the smile now. Don't you think having a former head chef's assistant here will help you expand your customer base in the back alley of No. 23 in the future?"

Wang smiled and looked Du Jue up and down before nodding in agreement.

"Alright, alright. Speaking of which, you don't even have a smiley face mask and uniform yet. People might think you're just a temporary errand runner. I'll contact Carmelite tomorrow to get your measurements taken."

"I hope you won't like our clothes, they're all made of good material."

Du Jue then realized that the red cloth worn by the three smiling men was clothing produced by the Carnival, which explained why it could protect against arrows; the defensive power of such a small piece of cloth far exceeded that of iron armor.

However, this attitude seems to indicate that she has officially accepted herself.

"No problem, I'll go in after the smell dissipates a bit more. Do you want to wait with me?"

"I don't want to stay here anymore. I can't stand the stench. Old Wang, I'm going back."

"By the way, didn't Du mention that exhibition hall? Let's go check it out; it's more efficient than wasting time in a place like that."

Seeing that both men were acting this way, Old Wang nodded and carefully covered the openings at both ends of the pipe, afraid that a foul smell might linger inside.

"Alright then, Du Jue, take a picture after you're done hanging up the person and send it to me. We'll go check out that exhibition hall you mentioned first."

"Since you're a smiling person, don't worry about the future. After we finish this big order, there will be plenty of time to teach you knife skills. The thin slices you cut last time were very good, but I can cut the same piece of meat into slices twice as long."

This guy is quite skilled at making grand promises, talking about tomorrow and the future, unlike Jingmei, which generously pre-allocates positions for cadres.

Eliminating the feeling of being promoted through a smile is probably extremely difficult.

Once the three had disappeared at the end of the road, Du Jue took out his bandages and began changing his clothes, while simultaneously contacting Red Hat.

Next comes the finishing touches.

[Paso: Pay me? No way!]

[Paso: We chased the Smiling Faces away ourselves today. Didn't you see them slinking away? What did you do? You want so much money from us just for giving us a clue?]

[Wen Duo: Now that Smiling Face is planning to give up on this place, you're not going to break the agency contract, are you?]

[Paso: How could that be? You simply didn't complete the contract. Neighborhood Watch will appeal and withdraw the contract. You think you can swindle our money just by talking?]

[Paso: Even if Laughing Faces come back, we can still drive them away with a stink bomb. I didn't expect such a famous gang to care about their reputation.]