I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Olivier carefully collected all the documents before handing a brand-new closing agent certificate to Du Jue with both hands.

"Please accept this, Wen Duo, the third-tier finisher."

Congratulations on your promotion at Dawn Agency!

[Obtained work item: Sacrifice Brand]

[Description: I want you to burn everything! Until not a single scrap of flesh remains, not a drop of blood!]

[Effect 1: You change the way you spread the brand from physical contact to eye contact]

[Effect 2: The derived brand no longer produces a burning effect, but instead burns with the brand's fire]

[Effect 3: The rage of all those carrying derivative marks will amplify the burning and exploding effects of the marks]

What an intense burnt offering!

Doesn't this mean I can literally stew the entire city? So I'm the head chef of the city?!

Du Jue could clearly feel that as the level of the finisher increased, the quality of the tools he used for his work was simply incomparable to the Blood-Nourishing Sword he had obtained when he first got it. He was even more looking forward to becoming a first-tier finisher and joining the L Company.

An orange-red brand appeared on Du Jue's left rib, giving him a vague feeling of being burned.

"Now that everything here has been taken care of, Wen Duo, why don't you come back to the office with us?"

"What are you going back for?"

Seeing everyone looking at him with suspicion, Du Jue immediately spread his hands excitedly.

"Take on commissions! Otherwise, what's the point of going back to the agency? Do you expect the next commission to be at V Nest?"

Yuna took a sip of her milk tea, somewhat speechless, before responding.

“We just closed a big deal and can rest for a week. What’s the rush? There are a lot of problems in the city, but there aren’t necessarily that many people willing to pay money to solve them.”

"Besides, you probably had some friendly exchanges with certain gangs after get off work yesterday. Philip was already complaining about being tired just from doing odd jobs, how come you still have so much energy?"

These words made Du Jue realize that he might be heavily dependent on regenerating ampoules.

If it weren't for the medication, Dujue wouldn't have been able to keep working non-stop from time travel to the present. Urban technology is pretty good, isn't it?

Du Jue immediately pulled out the new pneumatic syringe he had obtained from Pianjiang at the nursery, and demonstrated it to everyone by pulling open his collar.

"Regenerating ampoules and endorphins, these two things are very effective, Philip, would you like some?"

The three men's eyes immediately turned strange. They finally understood why Du Jue was so energetic all day long, even showing signs of hyperthyroidism. It turned out he was a drug-using warrior.

"Ahem, Philip, let's forget about it. And since you've said so, I don't want to spoil your fun. Let me contact some colleagues."

"Although both of these drugs are products of World Wings and are advertised as having no side effects, it is still best to exercise some restraint in this regard."

While the Salvadoran contact was away, Du Jue sat down to ask about Yi Yin's situation. He had sent Yi Yin away before when Yi Yin was not thinking clearly, and Du Jue wondered what kind of trouble this guy might cause.

Yuna, who wanted to ask about gossip, was turned away and sent to buy sandwiches, while Philip was too embarrassed to speak to her because of what happened that morning.

[Du Jue: Yi Yin, are you alright? Next time you come, you should let me know in advance.]

[Yi Yin: I understand! Mom, you're so delicious, you must be an uncrowned culinary master! It's a pity I can't let everyone know this good news.]

**DO NOT:** Do NOT share this!

[Yi Yin: I really want to sleep in your arms, Mom. Last night was so peaceful!]

[Avoid this: If all else fails, take a look at this.]

Du Jue casually pushed the Urban Girl's live stream over there, and was very glad that he had grabbed Brandon to use as a chat tool. He should be promoted and given a raise.

[Yi Yin: My mom with long hair is so cute!]

Staring at Yi Yin's name on the screen, Du Jue sighed. He simply couldn't understand how things had turned out this way; it was all too absurd.

Suddenly, the other party sent a picture showing two snakes spiraling together.

[Yi Yin: My tongue can do that too. I'll let Mom try it next time.]

After reading it several times, Du Jue still didn't understand what she was talking about, so she went on to handle official business.

[Du Jue: Brandon, you're the head of the live streaming department now. When I have some free time, I'll register a company and make up for all the benefits then.]

[Brandon: Huh? Am I not qualified enough? After all, I only joined recently, and my abilities are just average.]

Is it possible for someone of average ability to develop feelings for so many urban psychopaths? Or is that too modest!

【布兰登:奥尔佳【10W眼】我感觉我失恋了，呜呜呜堂吉诃德【10W眼】我会努力挣钱的！为了更加美好的都市！！！片江【10W眼】大家都来加入都市娘应援会吧辛克莱【500W眼】谢谢你，都市娘格里高尔【10W眼】在都市里居然还有如此受人欢迎的偶像吗？即便有食指支持也会很快消声匿迹吧。】

Frowning as he looked at Olga's message on the screen, Du Jue suddenly remembered that he had said he would treat everyone to a meal if he successfully got promoted; he had almost forgotten.

If Gregor remembers correctly, this person is a former combat hero of G Corporation, whose body can transform into an insect-like structure. His current situation is just as tragic as those abandoned insect units.

After all, city dwellers have a strong prejudice and discrimination against the fallen employees of World Wings.

[To Olga: I Love You in the City; To Gregor: The City Star Never Fades]

"Wen Duo, I've found you a case that's a major urban crisis. Take Philip with you and go solve it."

"Afterwards, Yuna and I will visit the Six Associations to which our firm belongs to see if we can find you some big cases. Don't worry, I know you're eager to get promoted, but these things can't be rushed."

127

Chapter 127 Mirror.

"Senior Wenduo, shall we leave now?!"

Seeing Philippe getting excited, Du Jue called out to Salvador with a bit of a puzzlement.

"But isn't he your apprentice? Why aren't you keeping an eye on him?"

"Haha, I found that you guys have more in common during the previous mission. I'm not some stubborn old-fashioned person. As for Yuna, she wants to rest."

"That's right. After finally finishing a task, how can you rush to the next one without stopping? I've only ever been ordered around like this when I was a low-level finisher."

"Just let us know when you're done. Goodbye, firm."

Yuna grumbled as she followed Salvador out of the building, leaving Philippe to ramble on about the details of the commission.

"The commission documents will be sent over later. I may need to print them out. Also, the target location for this commission is inside N Nest, so I may need to apply for a temporary pass for our firm for you, Senior Wenduo."

“We need to investigate a madman named Greenzi who committed a massacre at five private schools and four office buildings, resulting in over ten thousand deaths and injuries. Most importantly, he disrupted a large family's auction.”

"The request is simple: find Greenzi and kill him."

"Two agencies had already taken on the case, with the highest-ranking staff being fourth-tier finishers, but all of them were wiped out."

After listening to Philip's serious and detailed report, Du Jue raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that such a major event could happen in the back alley, which was not much different from the main area.

And could it be that the auction house raised the bounty to the level of an urban plague because of this commission? There are actually such insane creatures as nobles in the city. Once he becomes the pinnacle of the city, he'll be a piece of trash sooner or later.

"Here's what we'll do, Philip. You should gather some information online first, and it would be best to compile and organize it. It's time to test your abilities. As for me, I'll go get some equipment first, since this mission is likely to be very dangerous."

"No problem! I'm quite good at intelligence gathering!"

Seeing Philip sitting in the waiting area, typing away energetically, Du Jue immediately left the association building to contact Olga for drinks; otherwise, he would probably forget everything once he started working on a commission.

[Avoid saying: "It's my treat, come quick!"]

Olga: Just you wait!

Cherry Blossom Bar.

Du Jue had just swiped his card and entered the private room when he heard the door being kicked open. Olga, panting heavily, raised an eyebrow and nodded at him, who was still in a daze. However, she did not come in but instead leaned against the door frame, breathing calmly.

"Why don't you come in? I thought you'd be eager to grab the bottle."

"Because I'm angry. Why do you expect me to come at your beck and call when I'm treating you to a meal? Shouldn't I be the one setting the time?"

“Sorry, Olga, I’ve been busy with commissions lately. I’m already a Tier 3 finisher. I’m just missing my old friends.”

"Oh, so you just took some time out of your busy schedule to come and fob me off. Well, I'm leaving now."

Seeing Olga turn to leave, Du Jue hurriedly grabbed her arm. After all, she had taken care of him at the molar clinic before, and he couldn't let a simple dinner turn them into enemies.

thump.

Olga grabbed Du Jue's wrist and pulled him hard, shoving him to the ground before hooking the door shut with her foot.

"Then let me see your sincerity."

Olga grabbed the bottle, cracked the cap, and shoved it aggressively into Du Jue's mouth, instantly washing his face.

"You know what? I used to be considered a rich person in the back alley, back when I was very young."

"Then my dad suddenly disappeared. Who knows if he died or ran away? Anyway, my mom doesn't know anything, so I have to comfort her."

Olga then drank half a bottle and poured the remaining half onto Du Jue beneath her.

"After he was scared, he started thinking that maybe he was no good and that's why his dad ran away. The pet dog he used to raise was almost starving to death. He even used dish soap to wash vegetables. He didn't even know where to find his dad's body."

The spilled wine made the room hot and stuffy, and Du Jue could only let Olga, who was sitting on him, act crazy while drunk. She would gulp down a drink after almost every sentence and then pour it back for him.

"She was like a child, completely broken down in bed, pacing back and forth in the living room all day long. She didn't seem like someone from a back alley at all."

Slightly tipsy, Olga leaned on him and pulled over another basket of beer.

"In any case, she recovered. After all, there is nothing indispensable in the city. At least she could fry an egg again, although she fell ill and died not long after."

Du Jue felt uncomfortable with the blonde hair smeared on his face with alcohol, so he reached out and swept the veil and hair away.

“Wen Duo, the shadows cast by the past and by others will inevitably cover us. If we don’t step out of them ourselves, are we supposed to rely on the light that others are shining on us? That’s just a white shadow.”

"I do not need."

"I'm not one to dawdle. Since you're not interested, let's end things here. But I need to hear why you're working so hard, or I'll be at a huge loss!"

Looking directly into Olga's eyes, Du Bu felt the sincerity in her emotions and finally understood why she was so addicted to alcohol, which touched him deeply.

Being able to openly discuss one's past is even more explicit than showing someone one's underwear.

"Of course, it's for the top of the city."

"Perhaps you had already guessed, but actually, the identity of this Wen Duo cleanup man is just something I borrowed. I used to be Du Jue, who was involved in a gang. Anyway, changing my identity can avoid a lot of trouble."

"Oh?! I thought you were twins. And I heard that you killed a Ring Master. Why did you accept the Ring Master's commission before? Never mind, I'm too lazy to ask."

"Olga, don't you think my goal is outrageous?"

"It is indeed outrageous, but how can other people's shadows over you? Just take a step forward and leave."

Suddenly Olga rolled over and lay on her back next to Du Jue.

“But why do I feel like this goal is also your shadow? You don’t seem like the kind of naive dreamer, but rather a fugitive being chased by vultures.”

"No! There is no doubt about this!"

Despite feeling dizzy, Du Jue tried to stand up, shook his head, and only wanted to go to the toilet to wash his face and wake up, causing the sound of footsteps in the puddles to echo in the room.

Holding onto the sink, I forced a frown and turned on the tap to scrub my face vigorously. I finally felt much better.

Aside from the burns on the lower half of its face, the mirror image of itself remained unchanged, and it smiled and spoke.

Come up.

Without a doubt, I looked at my mouth in the mirror and easily read the content, but suddenly I felt that something was wrong.

Come on up quickly.

"Where are you going?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Du Jue snapped back to reality, and the horrifying scene before him made his eyes widen immediately.

Come up quickly.

I stepped back in fear, looking at myself in the mirror and speaking more urgently, feeling only disbelief.

Olga's voice came from outside the toilet.

"Extinguish? Are you alright?"

"What the hell are you?!"

I tried my best to keep my voice down, to avoid doubting whether I was hallucinating, but my reflection in the mirror sighed, then spread my hands and opened my mouth to speak.

It's a demand that life is destined to fulfill.

It is the rhythm of the birth of all things.

[This is the only magnificent feat you and he have accomplished since we set our feet on the earth and looked up at the stars.]