I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

"Which of you comes first?"

Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him expectantly, Du Jue's lips twitched. These city people really knew how to torment people. Before the canned food union could say anything, he stepped forward and kicked a can to pieces.

Everyone was startled by the decisiveness of the decision, but unfortunately, they did not hear an explosion.

"The canneries union, huh? I can kick this guy's can too, since he's my client, give me some face."

"Oh, you're Wen Duo, the fifth-tier finisher, right? I can give you that courtesy, please."

boom.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Du Jue kicked again without hesitation. The audience, who could only hear the sound of cans hitting the ground, booed and then dispersed to do their own thing.

Two union members immediately went to carefully collect the cans from the air, while the remaining one took off his goggles and walked towards Du Jue with a smile.

"Why? Is there anything else?"

"No, no, please don't misunderstand, Wen Duo. The union isn't targeting you. It's just that if the rules are broken this time, there will be more people who don't follow the rules. I apologize for any offense."

"You have something to say."

"Actually, I asked you before! Wen Duo, the finisher, are you really able to lift the Giant Workshop's Crusher as if it were an extension of your own arm? That thing has been all over our workshop circle, and we all want to see it with our own eyes!"

The other two union members immediately crowded around and looked at Du Jue eagerly, then whispered an explanation to him.

"Don't worry, Wen Duo. Those five jars were actually empty. It didn't matter which one you kicked. Pretty kind of you, right?"

"So, as long as you show us the crusher and allow us to take photos and videos, this union card will be yours."

"If you get into any trouble here in the future, just show your union card, and we'll treat you like one of our own. Nobody will say anything then, okay?"

Du Jue never expected that his reputation as a finisher would spread in this way. The crusher was so famous? He himself, on the other hand, didn't feel it because of his talent as a workshop hamster.

"can."

Many union members were immediately made to sit on the container to prevent the extremely exaggerated, gigantic weapon from creating a heavy gust of wind with just a swing, which made the workshop weapon enthusiasts scream.

Simmons stroked his chin, wondering if his men had forgotten about him. Besides, the fact that the thing could be so easily swung around clearly meant it was a fake prop. Didn't these people even realize that?

Boom!

"Then let's leave it at that."

The stall selling urban girl candy was shaken and overturned. The three mischievous kids quickly looked in the direction of Du Jue and, like Simmons, stood there dumbfounded.

The jagged saw blade smashed through the brickwork, with a third of it embedded in the ground, looking as if it had been hit by a cannonball.

"This is... a workshop weapon?!"

116

Chapter 116 Dawn Agency.

Du Jue accepted the canned food union card with a strange expression, and could clearly feel their burning gazes falling on the crusher, then looking at him with admiration.

Congratulations on joining the Canned Food Union!

[Gained the talent for part-time work: Lucky Canned Food]

[Description: Life is like a can of food; the next step might leave you unscathed, or it might explode immediately.]

[Effect 1: Shaking a regular can for more than three seconds will transform it into a lucky can]

[Effect 2: The Lucky Can will randomly generate one type of grenade, which will revert to a regular can when removed.]

What kind of lottery canned food is this?!

He casually borrowed an empty can from a union member, but refused to hang it on his waist for future use.

"Alright, now it's time to talk about your business."

Du Jue grabbed Simmons, who was trying to dodge, and glared at him to shut the noisy guy up.

Upon encountering Du Jue, Patch immediately confronted him, defiantly showing his donation records on his communicator and vehemently arguing that he was the legitimate agent.

"I'll take care of the rest of your candy. That settles the order. If you have no objections, you can leave now. And don't do piracy again."

The three looked at each other in bewilderment, then quickly took the money and left.

Simmons was happily planning to load the remaining goods onto the truck and take them out to sell. Just as he was about to cheerfully call for help to move them, he looked up and saw a person completely shrouded in a white cloak standing in front of him.

After taking photos of the scene and finishing the commission, Du Jue curiously looked at the messenger wearing gold-rimmed glasses. It was she who had taken Park Hye away last time.

"To Simmons, please eat 241 candies tonight during the late hours in the back alley."

"What?! How is this possible? There must be a mistake. Besides, this isn't Index Finger's territory!"

Capet simply smiled and spread her hands. The canneries next to her noticed her distinctive index finger and their expressions changed, but they did not immediately approach her.

"Perhaps the command wants to expand, who knows? In any case, the command always wins in the gamble."

Du Jue, who was watching the show with his arms crossed, noticed the invisible hand that gave the command. Could it be that it was actively helping the city girl eliminate piracy?

Simmons, looking completely bewildered, trembled with fear at the thought of inexplicably provoking the index finger. Neither eating so many candies nor disobeying orders was something he could handle.

Thinking of this, Du Jue hurriedly raised his hand to stop Capet, who was leaving, wanting to confirm the index finger's attitude.

"Hey, I heard there's someone called Urban Girl doing live streams. You guys aren't trying to expand your business through this, are you? You know there's already a big name like Vacuum Fist who's crossed over into this area."

"We will not do anything without an instruction."

"Aren't you even a little bit curious about the city girl? You don't seem to respect orders that much either."

"Haha, the instructions understand the city's past, present, and future. No need for respect, just execute."

Capet casually left those words behind and turned to go.

A building housing an association's site.

"Wen Duo, here."

A black man with braids raised his hand to signal Du to come over. He was tidying his white uniform meticulously, while Roland stood next to him leisurely eating a ham sandwich.

"I am Olivier from Section 3 of the Southern Association. Your promotion application has been received by the Association. Given your unusually rapid promotion, the Southern Association believes it is necessary to provide you with a special channel."

"Here we go again. Shall we make a move?"

"It's not a test of strength. After all, Harold has already confirmed that we've found your professional skills far exceed your current level. The regular promotion mechanism would cause you inconvenience and could even generate negative rumors about the association."

"If you can provide a firm or finisher as a guarantee, which must be at least Tier 3, an association can make an exception and allow you to become a Tier 3 finisher directly. This guarantee relationship will be canceled when you are promoted again."

"Please understand, after all, we need to provide strong enough persuasion to clients who question your qualifications, while also protecting the credibility of the association."

Good heavens, it turns out his affairs have even alarmed the entire southern association, who came out of their way to give him special treatment.

“Oh, Olivier, why are you making things so complicated? Just go through the motions and make friends, that’s enough. This guy is strong in both ability and connections. I think he might become a Tier 1 Finisher within a year.”

Olivier simply gave a serious rebuttal to Roland's rambling remarks.

"No, the association has its own rules, which cannot be broken or overstepped at will. The management of the closing party must be handled with care."

“You saw it, Wen Duo. It’s not that I don’t want to speak up for you, it’s just that this guy is very stubborn.”

Du Jue didn't take this seriously. Anyway, Olga had already contacted his next employer, Dawn Agency, which happened to be a high-end Tier 3 agency.

"Roland, what are you doing here? Are you trying to vouch for me?"

"Ahem, I'm retired. You should find someone else to handle this matter. I just happened to be here to help a friend with the Lead Gray Symphony issue."

"Because it seriously provoked Nail and Hammer, its bounty has now nearly doubled, and this time it even dared to make a move inside K Nest. The association has already ranked it behind the eight head chefs."

"Roland! Don't reveal any secrets."

"Hey, you're making it sound like nobody knows about this. What's there to keep secret?"

The file was handed to Olivier, not just a confident nod.

"I understand."

To avoid rushing to meet with the Dawn Agency, Olga had already arranged a meeting place.

Music teahouse.

The teahouse is dimly lit, with warm yellow light spilling onto the wooden tables and chairs, creating a relaxing atmosphere. The saxophone playing in the center of the hall further enhances the mood.

After giving the name of the reserved room, Du Jue was led into the private room. He was a little surprised that Olga, who was addicted to alcohol, had not chosen a bar or similar venue, but he understood after seeing Salvador enjoying tea.

This veteran finisher with white hair enjoys a high reputation in the industry.

Currently, I am a third-level finalist, but I was demoted due to my advanced age. In reality, I am starting a business again after retirement.

"Wen Duo?"

To Du Jue's surprise, before he even got close, Salvador noticed him and called out his name. Salvador's mustache and eyebrows were already white, but he was full of energy.

"Please sit down. Yuna is absolutely right. You look very driven, and your future is probably much brighter than this."

Olga, with great tact, patted Du Jue on the shoulder and made an excuse to leave, leaving Du Jue somewhat at a loss for words.

You can't exactly say you've admired the other person for a long time and just want to get in to fill out your resume, only to jump ship in a few days. Nobody would want to take on a scumbag like that at a law firm.

“Senior Salvador, since you’ve figured it out, I’ll be frank. My goal is to become a Tier 1 Finisher and then join L Company. That’s my dream.”

"I understand dreams. The past has shaped our present, and in order to reach the future we want, we have to change the present."

Salvador took a sip of hot tea, his eyes narrowing in enjoyment to the point where only a slit could be seen. This prompted Du Jue to curiously pick up the teacup Olga had left behind and try the taste.

After drinking half a bowl of tea, Du Jue felt a warm sensation throughout her body. The taste was like a sweet medicinal pork rib soup.

He immediately understood why Yuna didn't like this drink and preferred milk tea instead.

Who among young people cares about health?!

“You are a promising young man. Even if you won’t stay in the firm for long, I would like to invite you. Of course, I also have some selfish reasons. It’s mainly because an excellent person like you can mentor the younger generation in the firm, and we can also increase the firm’s reputation through you.”

"This is the contract I've already drafted. If you're willing, you can join Dawn Firm now. If we get along well, I also know some senior executives from L Company's branches."

So easy to talk to?

"no problem!"

Du Jue accepted the contract with great joy, and then explained the guarantee requirements for the association's special promotion, which immediately made El Salvador open his eyes in surprise and look at Du Jue.

"Well, I need to think about it. It's not that I don't trust your abilities, but if I'm going to vouch for your reputation, I need to at least examine your style of doing things."

"Wen Duo, you don't know this, but the person who guarantees the end of the deal has to bear the same responsibility as the other party if the commission fails or if the association punishes them. Usually, even brothers are unwilling to do it, after all, there are many deadly taboos in the city."

No wonder Roland declined so readily just now.

"But I'm aiming to become a Tier 1 finisher. I'm confident I can advance and end the guarantee relationship in at most half a month, and I can pay for it!"

"In that case, sign the employment contract first, and let me see how you perform in the urban scourge-level commission."

"Let me make it clear in advance that this commission involves dealing with the Black Cloud Society. If you have any concerns, you can go back and consider them."

"I am honored to have a senior colleague like you as my boss!"

117

Chapter 117 The Black Cloud Society.

Du Jue still highly values ​​the veterans, after all, Elena helped him avoid many detours when entering the K Nest.

Avoid signing your name immediately.

Congratulations on joining Leon Lai's agency!

[Gained the talent for part-time work: Branding Fire]

[Description: Anger hurts both oneself and others]

[Effect 1: You can ignite the invisible brand on your body with your anger]

[Effect 2: When your brand appears, you can leave a derivative brand that produces a realistic burning effect on the surface of an object or living being through physical contact.]

[Effect 3: You can clear your rage and then ignite all derived marks, the intensity of which depends on the level of rage.]

Du Jue, who had just handed over the contract, was stunned. He was being asked to be a warrior of anger. But who in their right mind could get angry so easily? Wouldn't that make them a lunatic?

Salvador nodded in satisfaction before slowly putting down his teacup.

"By the way, Wen Duo, I contacted an association before I came here, and they have already listed you as a key person to watch."

"What do you mean? My rapid promotion is getting in their way?"