I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"And as you should know, there were no eyewitnesses to Lead Grey Symphony that day, and the area was a gang zone with virtually no security cameras, so it was really difficult to get started."

Du Jue quickly calmed down. He was now the one cleaning up Wen Duo's mess. Wen Duo himself was still alive when the Wailing Incident happened, so there was no way he could be a suspect.

Even with the most agile thinking, it's impossible to go from Wen Duo to Du Jue, then meticulously search for Du Jue's whereabouts to confirm that he drove to Lane 23 that day, ultimately identifying Du Jue as Lead Gray Melody.

This is purely a matter of knowing the answer and working backward.

"By the way, I wanted to ask if there are any types of quests that allow entry into the nest? After all, I'm currently a Tier 5 Finisher, but I've never been to a nest before."

Harold clutched his chest, about to leave quickly, but immediately controlled himself to prevent himself from spitting out blood, maintaining a calm smile as he turned around.

"There are actually many agencies inside the nest, so you don't usually need to come to the back alley to find someone. However, if you ask, some World Wings-issued commissions can indeed grant temporary passes to the finishers."

"Actually, apart from the right to reside in the nest, other ways to enter the nest are relatively lenient. Of course, if you want to illegally stay in the nest, you will be dealt with by a specialist."

"Such commissions are usually only offered to top firms, so the chances of an individual are slim."

Although Harold phrased it euphemistically, the automatic translation was: You are not qualified.

85

Chapter 85 Blue Square.

It was a bit of a pity to leave, and I felt somewhat disappointed watching Harold's hurried departure.

He had originally intended to get closer to the other party and see if there were any connections to introduce them, but this eagerness to leave probably meant that the other party hadn't taken a liking to him yet, or perhaps they were in a hurry to investigate the Lead Gray Symphony.

"Congratulations on your advancement to a fifth-tier finisher. You are truly a promising young man. But did you know that every year, thousands of excellent finishers in the city become disabled because they cannot afford medical expenses, and ultimately they are trapped in a vicious cycle because they cannot get any more jobs?"

Who is cursing me?

Du Jue turned around and saw a man with slicked-back hair carrying a briefcase, wearing a very well-tailored suit, and a formulaic smile on his face.

"I believe you will never be one of them, and you have a bright future ahead of you. The scary thing is that something unexpected might happen!"

"Why not learn about our Future Life Insurance? Just one of our benefits—free replacement of prosthetic bodies for those with disabilities—has helped countless people regain their vitality!"

Haha, you're trying to fool me?

He doesn't need insurance at all. If he suffers a fatal injury, he can just endure the pain, activate his death aura state, sew it up, and make do. He'll never replace his prosthetic body in this lifetime.

"I have no interest in prosthetics."

"Besides this, we also have many other insurance options. For example, if the client cancels the agency at the last minute, we can compensate at least 60% of the agency fee, ensuring that you will have a reward every time you go out."

"I'm a lone wolf finisher; no one dares to delay paying my commission."

Du Jue immediately planned to go find Elena. This blood demon had wreaked havoc in the lair and back alleys before, so she must know how to exploit loopholes at immigration checkpoints.

"You always encounter unexpected events in your life, such as food safety. Do you feel like you're on edge?"

"I have no money, and I have a lot of people to support, understand?"

The man with the slicked-back hair immediately put away his documents and stood to the side.

"Mr. Wendo, please wait a moment. I am Aloko from Vision Agency."

Arloko, who had just come out of the observation room, strode after Du Jue. He looked Du Jue up and down, the three-color camera on his head flashing incessantly.

"You sell insurance too?"

"No, I'm selling opportunities."

"Tell the important point!"

"I've heard about your achievements and just witnessed your combat skills. I think you're really wasting your talents!"

"Speak the key."

Sensing Du's hostile glance, Aloko immediately quickened his pace.

“I understand you’re eager to get promoted and earn more money, and so am I. There’s no need for us to hide anything. I have some powerful commissions that can get you into the Nest.”

"Oh, tell me more."

Du Jue immediately put on a smiling face and became sworn brothers with Aloko. This sudden change of attitude convinced Aloko that he hadn't misjudged Du Jue. He liked people who could measure things with money, and cooperation with them was usually very smooth.

"However, it's not that I'm deliberately making things difficult for you, it's just that your current resume isn't quite up to par."

"Then what do you mean?"

"As long as you do some urban legends and lower-level commissions to build up your resume, it should only take about half a year. I'll give you a few more high-level commissions, and you'll soon become a fourth-tier finisher like me."

"With your abilities, you might be able to smoothly become a third-tier finisher. You're fully qualified to work in our firm, and becoming a representative wouldn't be a problem."

Good grief, one insurance salesman just left, and now another shady broker comes along making empty promises. Isn't he just trying to trick me into working for him?

I'll still be doing a commission-based job for six months!

By the time he becomes a Tier 3 finisher, Aloko will probably be driving the Prison Bus.

"Sure, let's exchange contact information then."

"I will assign you orders later. If you think it's suitable, then we can start working together."

"You only need to handle the entrusted tasks; all other miscellaneous matters will be handled by our firm. Of course, all the performance will be yours, and your payment will be made in advance immediately."

"It's a word."

While avoiding a polite farewell, there was no intention to refuse contact.

It's just about making his resume thicker; he used to focus on the quality of his resumes, but now he can easily increase the quantity.

The communicator suddenly vibrated.

"Stop it! Someone is attacking us!"

Hearing the urgent voice from across the street, Du Jue's face changed drastically as he ran out of the building, immediately borrowed a motorcycle, and sped off, leaving the car owner behind taking pictures of his new car completely bewildered.

Just as the car owner realized what was happening and started cursing, he heard Du Jue's hurried words.

"Use it for now, I'll return it to you later."

Anyone who believes that in the city would be crazy. The car owner certainly didn't believe it, but he still frantically chased after it, only to watch in vain as the new car spewed out exhaust fumes.

Du Jue, who was in a hurry to drive, didn't even glance at the car owner. After all, his empty command talent made it easy for him to find people, and he could return them as soon as he said he would.

Upon arrival, Du Jue immediately saw a group of men, some wearing blue shirts and jackets, others wearing blue hats and armbands, crowding in front of the building's iron gate and constantly pushing and shoving.

Almost everyone's skin was painted blue, which was a bit dazzling at first glance.

Without a second thought, he hid in a nearby alley, pressed the pneumatic syringe on the burns on his face, and the hideous scars disappeared instantly. He then immediately took off his coat.

"Ram it open with a car! We, Blue Square, can search wherever we want!"

Someone immediately went to drive the blue truck, but Du Jue pushed it back, grabbing the blue hat in his hand.

"who are you?"

"If I had to ask you that, do you even know who we are?! You still dare to act tough with me!"

"Have you all fallen into the same cesspool?"

Such provocative words immediately enraged all the Blue Square members, who ignored orders and swarmed forward like a bunch of scattered soldiers.

Du Jue simply watched them coldly, searching for the leader hiding among them, intending to torture them to find out their purpose for coming here. After all, this place was near the territory of the "Stray Dogs," and no gang had ever dared to provoke them before.

coax!

An unexpectedly fierce pillar of fire instantly formed, and the extremely high temperature set his shirt ablaze, even burning his skin.

"what?!"

Du Jue turned around and stared in disbelief at the large flamethrower operated by a group of three people. There were three such flamethrower teams, completely disregarding the flames engulfing their companions.

"Hack him!"

"This idiot dares to let us surround him; he's practically asking for death!"

"You're kidding me! We belong to the Ring Fingers gang. With paint protecting us, we're not afraid of fire at all, hahaha!"

Is this even paint?!

Before he could even think about what the paint on his ring finger was, he opened his mouth and spat it out, and a cloud of smoke instantly covered his face, forming a smile.

Blood pump!

"What is this? Fire extinguishing foam?"

Swish!

The terrifying blade aura amplified by the smoke instantly made everyone realize what it was. Blood, foam, and severed limbs flew everywhere in an instant, and their joy turned to sorrow as they hurriedly moved away to avoid it.

"No! Disperse!"

86

Chapter 86 Moving.

"Quickly, burn this guy to death with white phosphorus bombs!"

The boning knife instantly ripped open the bellies of the three attackers, and terrifying flames licked their internal organs from behind, causing them to scream in agony.

Without a shred of mercy, Du Jue gripped the boning knife behind him, stepped on the intruder's head, and leaped into the air to head straight for the flamethrower behind him. The operators hurriedly turned the flamethrower, intending to roast Du Jue in mid-air like a turkey.

"That idiot jumped up himself, get your aim in!"

"What's the point of putting out smoke? It'll still be charred on the outside and tender on the inside when it's burned!"

Although he sensed that these people were not very strong, Du Jue had no interest in actually experiencing being burned all over his body; wouldn't that make him an enhanced version of Wen Duo?

Ding!

The hidden weapon concealed within the clothing was instantly removed by the workshop's adjustable wires and passed along the cuff to Du Jue's hand. Smoke also spiraled around it, enhancing the palm strike. A fierce glint flashed in Du Jue's eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a piercing, air-splitting sound.

shhhhhh!

The three groups of men with guns lay down on their backs, as neatly and cleanly as a wheat field flattened by the wind, which terrified the blue-turbaned thugs nearby, who turned and ran away.

"It's a done deal! We've found him!"

"It was right here! Quickly, go and report to Lord Ring Finger! We've finally found it!"

As soon as Du Jue landed, he quickly reached out and swirled a large amount of softened smoke into a spiral. Seeing the Blue Square gang members scattering and fleeing, he immediately understood.

These guys were probably just sent to gather information, so there aren't any tough guys among them. If we let them go back, they'll probably face retaliation from the Ring Command tonight!

“You’re here and you want to leave?!”

boom!

The billowing smoke suddenly exploded, and even the gang members who had run some distance were thrown to the ground, coughing up blood.

"put an end to!"

An anxious man, who had been peering through the peephole from behind the door, rushed out and found that most of the white smoke had dissipated. Du Jue, who was at the center of the explosion, was unharmed except for some charred skin on his back.

The circular logo on his face kept flashing, and he felt inexplicably excited and happy.

From the moment he met Du Jue, he proved to be very reliable and never disappointed. So much so that now, whenever he encounters a major issue, he directly contacts Du Jue.

However, the thought that she wasn't the only one in the building, and that the other person's quick return wasn't just for her, made her feel depressed.

No one would have the greedy thought of possessing something in the warm afternoon breeze, but when faced with this unique treasure, no one could suppress the desire that was growing wildly in their heart.

"Are you alright? I ran into this group of blue roast ducks when I went out to upgrade my mech. They chased us all the way before we managed to shake them off."

"I never expected they would find their way here today."

"Huang Silun, Ao Lude, you two hurry up and clean up this mess, don't let so many dead bodies pile up at our door!"

The two cybernetic beings grumbled as they cleaned up the battlefield.

Du Jue struggled to stand up, but suddenly his face changed and he felt weak in his legs and was about to fall. Instinctively, he tried to support himself and grabbed Ai's prosthetic shoulder.

"careful!"

I lay back down on the sofa, clutching my nauseous chest, and waited for Pianjiang's health check.

Meanwhile, the three cybernetic individuals sat at the dining table, bewildered, dealing with a few noisy children. Olivia hid behind a plastic stool and Christmas tree, tidied herself up, and then happily jumped into Du Jue's arms.

"Brother Du Jue! The orphanage is getting another company sponsorship. I even got some pocket money yesterday, it's all yours!"

"No need, keep it for yourself."