I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"Yes, yes, I was the smiling man at the very front of the parade back then, I was so glamorous, but without that official certification, they wouldn't let me dance."

"It's a pity that I specially learned the Smiling Dance; hardly anyone knows it anymore."

The other two responded with smiles, as if they weren't talking about their past at all, as if a smiling face was all they needed to keep smiling.

Du Jue couldn't help but ask further questions.

"Then what happened?"

"Hahaha, of course we want to turn the march into a riot! I still remember that fire that almost burned the entire area to the ground; nobody could expect to have any peace then."

"But all of that is in the past. Now we're out here to vent and plunder, aren't we? We can just kill any nobles or high-ranking officials we don't like, and we can get money and fame at will. It's just as fun as it was at the beginning."

"Yeah, yeah, it's quite moving to think about how we drove away gangs before. Time flies by too fast."

"That exhibition hall really makes me want to touch it."

Du Jue had previously regarded these three as inherently evil gangsters, never expecting that they had such a convoluted and bizarre past, leaving them speechless for a moment.

Seeing Du Jue become somewhat sentimental, Old Wang chuckled, patted the table, and then took out a stack of dark red fabric from the side.

"Before you came, Smiling Face spent some money to buy information from Vision Agency. Master Wim isn't in the exhibition hall. We can just go and have a parade tonight. Smiling Face and the others will be coming too."

"The only people we need to deal with are the association's security guards and the Ring Fingers guys, who are probably just apprentices or something. There's nothing to worry about."

"By the way, do you know about the Lead Gray Symphony?"

These words immediately plunged Du Jue into an icy abyss. Fortunately, his strong resilience allowed him to maintain a calm expression and not reveal any flaws. When he looked up, he found that all three of them were looking at him.

No one picked up a pipe, it seemed to be just idle talk, but Du Jue still dared not be careless.

“I have some friends who are in the finishing touches business, and I heard that this is a rising star in the city.”

“That’s right, the chefs and the Ring Fingers are extremely interested in it, but we had never heard of such a person from Lane 23 before.”

"It's not just this few people who are interested. The art auctions there are nothing like this Master Wim's solo exhibition. I heard that it's an annual event for the Ring, and it's held at a random location in the back alley to avoid trouble within the Nest."

"Tch, accidents happen all the time in the city. No one's predictions count. Look, everyone died in one accident, including many important people. I have to say, they did a great job, hahaha!"

"Hmph, just like this Wim didn't expect our Smiling Faces to visit. Everyone should prepare themselves and not embarrass themselves during the parade."

Old Wang stood up, and everyone dispersed on the spot.

He draped the dark red fabric over his body, not bothering to find a tailor to make it into a garment, and simply wrapped it around his arms and body as if he were wearing a close-fitting cloak.

Instead of rolling up the red cloth and stuffing it into his clothes, he bought a new bundle of bandages from a nearby store and wrapped it around the lower half of his face.

He couldn't go home yet; he had to rush to his next event to deal with his boss, since social engagements couldn't stop.

Saliva Bar.

This special plum juice will tantalize your taste buds, and the different flavored alcoholic candies will transform your saliva into a delicious cocktail, allowing you to create your own unique flavor profile!

[Produced and sold directly by us, absolutely natural!]

After passing by the creatively designed banner, and without mentioning Olga's name, we were quickly led into a private room. Inside, the table was covered with colorful candies, enough to make a color spectrum.

"Wen Duo, come and try this stuff, it's really interesting. I've never drunk saliva wine before, but you have to keep drinking water, otherwise your lips will get dry."

"I specially reserved a spot for you in the new order!"

Olga raised her hand and casually greeted Du Jue, while a kind woman with a smile sat next to her, wearing white gauze gloves and looking very elegant.

As Du Jue sat down, he suddenly remembered what he should do if his commission and the parade clashed.

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Chapter 71 Nightfall.

"That's about it. There's a commission for the Ring Museum, but don't worry, Wen Duo, we don't need to go against those gang artists. We just need to save one person."

"The mandate is clear and specific; we just need to avoid making a big fuss."

Olga grabbed a handful of alcohol-flavored candies and stuffed them into her mouth, then slapped the photo on the glass coffee table, finally seeing what Park Hoi's sister looked like.

She had long blue hair and sat upright and formally, but her evasive, doe-like eyes made her look very weak.

“The commission is quite difficult, so I plan to bring along Mika, Ryan, and you. This is Polly, the representative of the Gloves Agency.”

"He is also a fifth-tier finisher, and he has previously participated in the commissions of the My My My Church, so he is very reliable."

With her hands clasped together in white gauze gloves, Polly displayed the poise of a young lady, unlike Olga who disregarded her image.

"Hello, Mr. Wenduo, after our initial investigation, we found that the solo exhibition will only last for three days, so we plan to take action at the last closing time."

"In this way, we can minimize the conflict with the Ring Fingers. Now we just need to confirm the location of the target in the exhibition hall."

"So fast? I was thinking of waiting until they packed up and shipped their things before I made my move, then I could rob the car and drive it directly to the client."

Olga rudely placed her leg on Polly's feet, causing the latter to move it away with her hand in exasperation.

"Come on, Wenduo, you eat too."

Leaning back to avoid the brightly colored, alcoholic candies, Du Jue was utterly shocked by their slow, methodical approach. He thought, "If he were to get promoted, who could stand such a leisurely pace?"

Moreover, if Park Hye stays in the exhibition hall, she might suffer some inhumane treatment.

"I have an idea!"

Du Jue suddenly stood up, made Olga snort and eat all the candy herself, then casually grabbed a new bottle of plum juice.

"Oh? Does Mr. Wendo have anything to add?"

Polly looked at Du Jue with some curiosity, wondering what insights this Olga subordinate could possibly have.

It wasn't that she looked down on low-level finishers, but the Ring was not something that people at this level could access. She probably hadn't even seen many commissions involving the Ring.

"Actually, I have a friend in the smiling face."

Before Du Jue could continue speaking, Olga, her cheeks flushed, draped herself over him, her hot breath of alcohol hitting Du Jue's face, giving him the illusion of an alcohol sauna.

"No wonder!"

"So you were able to complete that request by using connections. Your ability to finish up requests is quite impressive, Wen Duo."

"We can't let a treasure like you, the one who cleans up the mess, get away! Come on, let's drink!"

Polly sighed softly.

"Olga, could you please not discuss business in places like this next time?"

"Ahem, I'm sorry, Polly."

Once Olga calmed down, Du Jue spoke solemnly.

"The Smiling Ones are planning to take action against the exhibition hall tonight, so there's no waiting, and no need to avoid conflict. We just need to follow them and do our thing."

"The plan is that simple, because if it were any more complicated, it would be too late."

"It's almost midnight in the back alley."

At this moment, Polly stood up, her brows furrowed, clearly considering what to say, and then shook her head.

"This is too hasty, and can you be sure the intelligence is accurate? The Cleaners are a troublesome force to deal with, and if anything goes wrong, we might all die."

"Even the most powerful cleaners won't venture out into the back alleys at night. There are too many cleaners, so many that you'll be exhausted and die from fighting them."

What Perri said is correct. Even a powerful Tier 1 finisher cannot withstand the sheer number of enemies at a lower level.

Du Jue realized why the Association had so quickly designated Lead Gray Melody as the City Star, since Death Pain is a lethal AOE that can continuously expand its attack range.

"It's alright, we can just rent a house nearby temporarily. We can have our own people open the door, and the cleaners will actually become a good help in stopping the pursuers."

"That sounds great, let's do it!"

Seeing that Olga strongly agreed with the proposal, and considering that she had been invited to participate in the operation, Polly nodded in agreement.

"Then I'll contact the person now. I hope everything goes smoothly."

Polly got up to leave, but Du Jue immediately spoke up to defend herself.

"I can't appear with you on this mission, you understand? I've already run into my friends a few times, and it wouldn't be good if the smiling guy figured out we're in contact."

“I understand. When you act alone, I will explain it to the others.”

Night had been waiting for a long time before I was finally able to look up.

Dressed in a smiling red outfit, Du Jue stared at the twinkling silver moon against the dark sky, feeling that the city's starry sky was a bit strange. Even though the city was brightly lit everywhere, he could still see so many stars.

Suddenly he picked up a coin from the ground, tossed it into the air, and gave himself instructions.

[Confirm your status as a City Star by using a coin to determine if you are one: heads means yes, tails means no.]

The coin bounced off the ground and spun around on the rough cement surface before finally falling into the sewer through a crack.

"What does it mean?"

Du Jue, somewhat unexpectedly, squatted down to get a better look at the coin, only to be shocked to find it stuck in the black mud, neither heads nor tails.

Bang! !

In the dead of night, the back alley was deserted and quiet, but a huge fire broke out in front of the exhibition hall. The car that crashed into the gate exploded instantly, smashing the gate and frame to pieces.

Immediately, a large number of smiling members dressed in red and holding various types of smoking pipes appeared from all directions, led by Wang, Mei, and Jin.

"Du Jue, what are you looking at? We don't find what we want there. Let's get moving."

Screams and shouts echoed incessantly from the first floor.

The Second Association members, who were sleeping on the floor, were instantly awakened and immediately engaged in a fierce battle with the smiling man who rushed in.

The VIPs and tourists remaining in the exhibition hall were in complete chaos. Du Jue, who had strolled in slowly, was somewhat surprised that there were still so many people in the dark.

However, he did not hesitate and went straight to the second floor.

"What a bunch of barbarians who don't understand beauty."

A bronze statue wearing a small round hat blocked the entrance to the second-floor staircase. Du Jue immediately recognized it as the contemplative figure, and his entire body was enveloped in billowing smoke.

Wow!

Who knew that the bronze statue had no intention of confronting him head-on. It suddenly stepped back and pushed over a large number of cans of paint next to it.

The staircase was instantly engulfed by a torrent of color; even the drifting smoke was tinged with a faint hue, turning into something like cotton candy, and a pungent smell filled the air.

Just as Du Jue was about to step over the paint, he saw the blended colors instantly corroding the cement stairs, causing them to emit white smoke. The nausea and dizziness he felt earlier surged back into his mind.

Holy crap! You guys use this kind of stuff to draw?!

“Your gaseous mask is quite nice. I want to paint on your face. Maybe when I peel off the skin, it will surpass Teacher Wim’s skin painting.”

Hurriedly going downstairs to avoid the corrosive paint, I looked up and saw the bronze statue holding a palette in one hand and a paintbrush that looked like a short gun in the other.

He calmly raised his thumb and began to compare the size of the product.

"Let's start drawing."

call out!

The barbed wire, enveloped in smoke, shot towards the bronze statue with lightning speed.

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Chapter 72 Pigments.

The bronze statue's right shoulder was chipped open, causing it to stagger backward. As soon as it regained its balance, it saw a plume of smoke flying up the stairs.

clang!

The paintbrush and short gun blocked the boning knife that was about to strike.

"Smiling faces! How dare you ruin Master Wim's exhibition!"

The annoyed apprentice instantly twisted his brush, the paint-laden tip slicing through the surrounding smoke but only hitting air. He immediately turned his head in alarm.

A sharp boning knife instantly pierced the skin of his temple.

Swish!

"Ugh! The beauty can't see me!"

Even though the bronze statue tried its best to avoid it, the sharp and terrifying boning knife still pierced through its eye sockets, blinding it instantly. It then bent over in pain, covering its face.

He flipped the blade, deciding not to waste any more words on this lunatic, and immediately chopped off his head.