I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

Two guards immediately came out with long sticks, stirring up a scorching heat in the factory. "That damn thief is stealing again!"

Just as the four of them took a step forward to chase, they saw Du Jue standing at the door.

A guard smiled respectfully and asked, "Sir, may I ask what you may need? Were you sent by Lord Ivno?"

Du Jue looked strangely at the man and woman who were hugging each other with despair, and heard San Chao's instructions in his ears.

"Due to the cold climate, the back alleys here require central heating. The nests transport processed antifreeze enkephalin liquid for burning to provide warmth. Meanwhile, taxes are collected uniformly by the regional tax collector, or, as the locals call them, the tax collector."

"Cold Spring Distillery is owned by Tax Collector Ivno. Their high-end vodka is mixed with diluted regeneration ampoules. It's a true antidote for the people in the back alleys here. That's the allure of a universal antidote."

Du Jue took off his headset and noticed they were all staring at his brand new, gorgeous coat. He immediately realized he was mistaken for a wealthy man, so he ignored the guards and looked curiously at the shivering man and woman. "Why are you smashing the pipes at the winery?"

"Sir, we are starving! We just paid our taxes and have nothing to eat. We can't even buy vodka. We heard that this tube also contains vodka, so we were so stupid as to try it out. We really didn't mean to do that!"

The guards immediately glared at the two men and shouted angrily, "You despicable thieves! You actually made up so many ridiculous excuses for your shameful behavior. Why can't others bear it, but you can? You're right, you stinky bugs have no shame!"

Du Jue became increasingly confused the more he listened. He raised his hand to stop the two guards, who immediately shut up meekly. "Wait, you're hungry, not looking for food but vodka?"

"Vodka is good. Half a bottle can make me half-sleep and half-lie down for a day. If I had a bottle, I could only eat once every three days."

This question and answer immediately made the guards suspicious, and they looked up and down to investigate, because this was not common sense that the subordinates of a big shot like Ivno did not understand.

Hey!

Du Jue, looking at the pale and skinny man and woman with a look of shock, deeply doubted that the people in this back alley were too tenacious, and the degree of exploitation of the tax collector Ivno was unimaginable.

"Hey, are you from out of town?"

"Go away, stop standing here and watching the fun, get out of here!"

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Chapter 154 Suffering.

Perhaps they noticed something unusual at the door, and three more burly men in uniform holding fire axes walked out of the winery. Each of them was burly and completely different from the skinny men that Du Jue had seen on the street before.

"I told you two to stop stealing drinks, and you actually had the pipes broken. I've told you so many times not to be so shameless on tax day!"

"There were three thieves this time, right? Hey, that's a nice coat of yours, give it to the winery. Is your kidney still in your body?"

The man and woman immediately fled in fear. Du Jue slowly pulled his ID from inside his coat and demanded in a cold tone, "I don't care about the pipeline issue, but Lengquan Distillery is suspected of smuggling supplies from Company K. I must have a serious talk with your director."

The few people who were just ferocious and aggressive immediately bowed their heads like quails when they heard about K Company. They didn't even bother to pay attention to the broken pipes and the escaped thieves. They flatteredly invited Du Jue into the winery.

"Sir, please have some coffee specially supplied by our brewery. It definitely doesn't have the rusty smell of those cunning fellows out there. The heating pipes haven't been updated in hundreds of years. We use new lead pipes in Cold Spring. It's good quality, cheap, and a little sweet!"

Du Jue, who had just taken the coffee, immediately gave up the idea of drinking it and asked in confusion: "Don't you know that lead is poisonous? And why don't you use normal stainless steel pipes?"

The leading guard puffed out his chest proudly and spoke with a hint of disdain, "We've been drinking for so long without any problems, and every channel works. The company must be using publicity to trick people into buying these so-called premium products, just like marketing luxury goods."

This made Du Jue certain that they were just trying to save money. Looking around, he found that there was no decoration inside the factory. Winding pipes were coiled on the ceiling, and there were large dark stains on the floor.

The workers were constantly packing and crating the vodka produced on the assembly line. Their hands and feet were so busy that no one looked up when a group of people approached.

"Sir, our Cold Spring Brewery is managed by the tax collectors of Ivno. The people in this area rely on our antidote for their livelihood. Please proceed with caution."

The smiling guard suddenly turned around and reminded Du Jue, "Also, we absolutely cannot and have no intention of provoking World Wings. There must be a misunderstanding."

"Ugh."

The man who was bending over to lift the box fell down. A guard immediately came over and pried open a bottle of vodka and drank it. His face immediately became rosy. Even though his eyes were cloudy and he was a little staggering, he exhaled a breath of hot air excitedly.

"Look, how on earth are they going to survive without a sip of vodka from our distillery?"

The guard shook the half-empty bottle of vodka in his hand ostentatiously, then slapped the man in the face and pushed him back to his workstation.

Du Jue followed the damaged enkephalin pipe outside the house to the factory. He was not surprised at all that it flowed into the vodka production pool. He was afraid that the drugs entering the other pipes were not normal drugs. He immediately scoffed at the guard's statement: "This is basically a chronic poison. I don't need to guess that Ivno will over-tax it. Otherwise, the heating fee alone would not make people unable to eat and have to drink!"

To Du Ke's surprise, the burly guards didn't argue angrily. Instead, they nervously lowered their heads. Suddenly, a radio in the corner of the factory blared: "Seeking material comforts in this snowy land is like drinking poison to quench thirst. The true antidote is spiritual enlightenment and becoming a perfect person."

From the guard's hurried explanation, Du Jue immediately realized that the other person was a technician and director of the Lengquan Factory, and he preferred to be called a bartender.

"Visitor, I have foreseen this. Everyone stop work now!"

The inexplicable words made everyone stop what they were doing. They raised their hands in alarm, and then they heard the bartender's calm voice, "Bring him suffering, or face your own suffering. This is the only way to become a perfect person!"

All the workers on the assembly line grabbed the bottles at hand and drank them all without hesitation, and even swallowed the second bottle without satisfaction. It was not like drinking, but more like swallowing a throat-cutting blade, but all of them had a look of piety and determination on their faces.

Ping Pong Pong!

These workers actually rushed towards Du Jue with their heads red, holding half-broken bottles. Du Jue could clearly sense that their rationality had not been eliminated so quickly by the vodka, and their eyes were full of numbness and indifference.

Bang!

Du Jue immediately took out the Crusher and swung it hard. The entire factory echoed with a loud crash. Tiny pieces of flesh and blood were clearly imprinted on the ground in a triangle shape like a bullet. "Whoever comes forward will die. I'm looking for the bartender."

Even with the effect of the vodka, everyone was stunned by the shocking scene, and the broadcast sounded again.

"Humans, from birth, have no concept of life or death, let alone killing their own kind. This evil nature dooms the city to be filled with suffering, and no one can escape the ubiquitous suffering."

"But suffering can control our bodies! But it cannot restrain our spirits. It wants us to be fearful and submissive, but we must show it fearlessness and composure!"

Swish!

With a flick of his sleeves, the workshop bundle sent several throwing knives into Du Jue's right hand. He had already sensed something was wrong and was afraid that this bartender was also a crazy cult member, so he quickly held the radio speaker and shot the throwing knives.

"The only way to overcome suffering is to become a perfect person, to accept it calmly. Even the approach of death cannot change our spirit in the slightest. Only in this way can we escape the vortex of destined suffering. Otherwise, we will suffer a mental and physical collapse like a mediocre person!"

Boom!

The bartender's voice gradually faded as the speakers broke one after another, but he continued to chatter: "The fate of the city cannot be changed. It transcends everything. There is only one way for us to transcend it - face it and embrace it completely!"

Wow!

The last horn shattered. Du Jue breathed a sigh of relief and grasped the Crusher again, preparing to go deeper. He looked at the people surrounding him again in disbelief. "Please, you have nothing to do with this. There is no need to die for this. I will not show mercy."

"There are many kinds of suffering, but one type that perfect people must overcome is innocent suffering. The city is such an unreasonable place, and fate never obeys logic or emotion. Anyone who calmly accepts innocent suffering is a saint, and their spirit has undoubtedly escaped the tricks of fate."

Everyone stopped, a woman came forward, and then a line even formed behind her.

"This is both a knife and an antidote."

"I am not afraid of you, nor am I afraid of suffering."

Looking at everyone's calm expressions, Du Jue was enveloped by a strong sense of weirdness and horror.

At this moment, he was clearly the violent invader, yet he seemed to have become an executioner commanded by this group of lunatics. Inexplicable resentment and disgust surged in his heart. He gasped for breath but still felt a little suffocated. He was even unconsciously forced back two steps by this woman.

Seeing Du Jue's frightened look, the woman smiled, raised the bottle and stabbed it forward fiercely, as if she accepted all the changes calmly. Du Jue couldn't understand what the other party was thinking at this time. Since they didn't care, why didn't they resist the bartender.

Dionysian celebration!

The strange cheers suddenly broke the depressing atmosphere of the factory, and the woman was kicked into the crowd by Du Jue, knocking down a large number of people in the queue.

"Fuck your bartender! Fuck your Evelyn! You're collecting taxes and still playing the hardship PUA game, right?"

"I am your suffering today!"

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Chapter 155 Bartender.

Bang!

The three people who wanted to move forward couldn't see what happened and flew backwards. The vodka on the assembly line was also swept down by their bodies, and the sound of broken glass suddenly filled the factory.

"You guys want to die?! I won't let you die!"

Du Jue drew his Blood-Running Sword and mercilessly cut the thigh tendons of the two men. Filled with rage, he raised his hand, grabbed the wine bottle that was thrown at him, and threw it back with force.

Boom!

The man's forehead was immediately hit with blood and wine, and the dizzying liquid flowed all over the floor, but the irresistible dementia and drunkenness overflowed from the inside out. Many people even had difficulty standing, and some even attacked their own people indiscriminately.

"Bartender, I know you're watching. Don't even think about running away, because there will only be one sacrifice in this Dionysian celebration!"

Sheathing his sword, Du Jue suppressed his anger and felt the alcohol in his blood causing blurred senses that he could not get rid of. He even had double vision in his eyes, but the workers' performance was even worse.

thump!

Amidst empty cheers, the last worker fell drunk to the ground, and a lot of unconscious babbling came out of the drunkards' mouths.

Du Jue shook his head and immediately cheered up. The teeth of the crusher smashed the steel door in an instant. Four huge pools of vodka concentrate were facing him. The cold and hard steel looked like crystals of ice and snow, and a slender red-nosed man had just climbed down the ladder from the pool to the ground.

The first thing Du Jue saw was the gray clothes. The layers of interlayer made it look like he was wearing more than a dozen pieces of cloth, and his unkempt hair and beard were stuck together.

"Your bartender hygiene isn't up to par, but it's okay, a shave should be enough!"

Du Jue tried hard to stay rational and rushed towards the bartender with gritted teeth, determined to shave off the idiot's head and hang it at the door of the winery. The crusher in his hand was once again replaced by the lightweight Blood-Moistening Sword.

squeak!

The minced meat on the bottom of his feet caused Du Jue to slip slightly, and the bartender stepped back in fear and stepped on the reversing cart to narrowly avoid the sword.

Du Jue immediately noticed the abnormality. How could he make such a low-level mistake?

"Hahaha! There really are idiots who are willing to die. It's a pity that they are high-quality employees. I'm not like Mafche who can fool so many people."

Du Jue, who was still trying to chase after him, looked up and saw the bartender pushing a cart hit the shelf. Suddenly, the steel shelves collapsed one after another, and a large amount of chemicals rushed over like a landslide.

"After all, Mavche truly believed in his own ideas. He didn't resist when I pretended to be a believer and assassinated him. He's such a complete idiot, so stupid that I could easily impersonate him."

The violent clearing of the passage made Du Jue more and more confused. The pungent smell of chemicals mixed in the air made his nose and lungs feel spicy. When he saw the bartender laughing and opening the outlets of the four pools, he felt that something was wrong.

"I'm valued because I have so many useful employees, but you don't know how to cherish such a high-quality tool. I've already notified the tax collector, Yvno. You're dead! And don't even think about killing me!"

"Even suffering must avoid me now!"

The bartender climbed up the skyway in a frenzied manner, threw his complicated gray long gown down, and proudly displayed the stickers all over his body.

The vodka liquid quickly gushed out and created countless vortices. Just as Du Jue was about to steady himself and grab the ladder, the unknown chemical liquid waves corroded the ladder from the middle.

"Country bumpkin! This is a wish sticker from J Nest. It can bring me real luck. I don't want to die in misery for no apparent reason. All this is to make money and buy more good luck, so that the fate of the city will be on my side. That idiot Machev has completely got it wrong!"

"The only antidote to misery is luck, and those who are as unfortunate as you can only drown in vodka!"

Kill the bartender in front of you

Du Jue, who was caught in the waves, grabbed the crusher fiercely. The unimaginable weight made him sink to the bottom instantly. The pungent chemical liquid made his skin red all over his body in a short time. He hurriedly held his breath, but the disgusting smell still lingered in his nose.

Du Jue never thought that someone would compete with him in luck in the city. There was no way he could lose!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The complacent bartender choked on his saliva while laughing, bent over and started coughing violently. He just grabbed the railing anxiously, then hurriedly realized that he had cut corners on this thing in order to save money, and immediately crushed the corroded wooden railing.

thump!

"Huh, what's going on?!"

The bartender, enduring the pain of broken skin, struggled desperately to the surface of the water. He raised his arms and saw that all the stickers he had bought with great difficulty were soaked. At this moment, he screamed in fear and helplessness. The pool water he drank instantly corroded his esophagus and stomach.

"Uh ah ah!"

Fortunately, the pool had overflowed and the water level dropped rapidly to a level where people could stand. The bartender hurriedly covered his face and fled towards the exit along the current, completely forgetting about Du Jue who emerged from the water behind him.

Swish!

She raised her hand and decisively pulled down her veil, glaring at the bartender's back. A spiral spear appeared in her right hand, and she threw it out angrily.

Boom!

The Colossus Workshop was not designed to chop, but to crush!

Even though the turbulent debris only hit his left leg, the terrifying weight instantly broke the bartender's lower body. A cloud of blood mist exploded in the water, and only his head and part of his chest remained intact.

Perhaps stimulated by the vodka solution, the head actually opened its eyes wide, unable to believe its own failure, and kept mumbling in the water.

Crash.

When he was lifted out of the water, the sound finally became clear.

"How is this possible? They should all be working. I'm always safe and sound, and there's no way any hardship would ever come my way. Is this vortex really inescapable, just like Mavche said?!"

"Fuck you, get the results straight to me. I can't avoid it!"

Before the astonished bartender could open his head to respond, Du Jue threw it to his feet and stomped on it without suppressing his impulse.

Click.

Watching the red liquid flow through the drunkards, Du Jue just exhaled and put on the headset again, and San Chao's puzzled voice sounded.

"Wen Duo, why did you lose contact just now?"