I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

【I can't, but you can! 】

【I believe in you, just as you believe in me! 】

【Working part-time can definitely help you stand at the top of the city! 】

"Dude, even if you die, can't you forget about your job?"

The card turned white in an instant, and Du Jue's name and face appeared on the front.

In just a moment, Du Jue understood the function of this thing.

As long as he gets a job somewhere or gets promoted, he can get work rewards and reach the top of the city.

"Divine gold!"

Du Jue really wanted to throw his work card on the ground, but he still put it away.

After all, it was the last wish of a dead person, so he agreed to it in front of Kaji's body.

The office reception hall.

"Why haven't you left yet? You have to pay to use the toilet."

The orange-haired woman was busy processing documents on her desktop, not even bothering to raise her head.

Snapped!

Du Jue slammed a stack of banknotes on the table, scaring the woman so much that she jumped up.

"You are looking for death."

Immediately, a member of the office who was wiping the big sword came over and stopped him without changing his expression.

"Hmph, I'm going to spend money to experience a half-day internship at a good firm. If I'm satisfied, I'll give the firm two kidneys."

Hearing this, the man with the big sword's eyes became sharp, realizing that another bastard had come to fight against them.

The orange-haired woman quickly collected the money, ignoring the fresh blood spots on it.

"Deal, here's your internship contract."

Onboarding has never been so fast!

Don't go back to his toilet with the contract in your hand. No one in the office dares to go to the toilet during working hours anyway.

Sure enough, new changes appeared on the card.

【Congratulations on joining a good firm】

[Gained the talent for part-time job: Good person]

"I never thought that you were the one who gave me my golden finger. You even gave me the starting capital."

"Don't worry, I believe in repaying kindness with revenge. I'm definitely going to be the top of this city!"

Eliminate the left hand to close Kaji's eyes and continue to check the cards.

[Working Talent: Good Person]

[Description: You look like a good person, just like Goodman]

[Effect: Your affinity and persuasiveness are greatly improved]

Goodman is the head of a good firm, and it seems that this talent for working is closely related to the organization he joins.

"But what's the point?! Let me go out and beg for food?"

"Can live streaming be done in the city?"

Du Jue paced back and forth in the toilet, trying to find a way to get Kaji's blood-soaked body out.

If I stay here, the guys in the agency will definitely send the body to a black clinic for organ removal.

boom!

The loud noise and vibration caused Du Jue to stagger and fall.

There were high-pitched screams mixed with fear coming from outside, followed by the sounds of fierce fighting.

"Could it be that someone is seeking revenge against the good firm?"

Du Jue retreated cautiously and looked around, only to find that this toilet didn't even have a window to get out of.

At this moment, he was sweating profusely and had no idea how to make a decision.

"Ha-haha, all you rookies, explode!"

"Yes, it's black tea. I really want to drink it."

"You-you all should be careful, don't let these people escape, there seems to be someone hiding in the toilet."

Oops.

Du Jue obviously didn't dare to stick his head out, so how did the other party know?

The sounds of fighting outside quickly died down, leaving only the sound of approaching metallic footsteps.

Du Jue held his breath and concentrated, holding Kaji's bloody knife in his hand, ready to counterattack at any time.

hum!

The saw teeth roared and bit the wooden door of the toilet, sending countless pieces of wood flying.

As soon as Du Jue saw the figure of the person coming, he felt his heart sank. He didn't even make the attack he had just planned, just because it was useless.

The copper-yellow full-body prosthesis is full of cold, hard and practical style, with only the energy source on the chest and two prosthetic eyes flashing with dazzling white light.

"Sure enough, there are still some fish that slipped through the net."

He stepped into the toilet holding a chainsaw, blocking off all hope of escape like a high steel wall.

This is the gang [Brotherhood of Steel], a group of iron men whose whole bodies have been modified with prosthetics.

The knife in Du Jue's hand looked ridiculous, even a little cute, in front of the opponent's iron sheet and chainsaw.

錒鍩鍀, who followed closely behind, found Du Jue's behavior a bit strange.

"What's going on? Are there other gangs raiding the office like us?"

Before he could react, the huge mechanical hand clamped his neck tightly, and the extraordinary force made him unable to breathe in an instant.

It’s finished, it’s finished!

He didn't want to beg for mercy or make excuses. After all, he had nothing to do with the good firm, but he couldn't open his mouth at this moment.

A feeling of powerless fear of death filled his heart. Was he going to die in the toilet like Kaji?

"Asshole, we raided this place successfully, quickly hand over the loot you stole."

Absolutely not, he hasn't reached the top of the city yet!

He used his hands and feet at the same time, desperately trying to indicate that he had something to say, causing the sword to slightly relax its grip.

The oxygen-deprived brain worked at high speed, preventing him from frantically thinking about what chips he had to survive.

“I have a way to make more money.”

Even if you try your best to make a sound, the sound is still as thin as a mosquito.

He struggled to dig out any clues in his mind that could impress the other party.

"R-really? Tell me."

The leader, Liang, came over carrying the gun barrel, and finally let Liang let Du Jue go.

Du Jue breathed in the fresh air in big gulps after landing, and the joy of surviving the disaster mixed with the burning pain in his neck.

"Boss, everything's settled. We should retreat now, or we'll run into the association."

"This guy is probably just stalling for time."

Hearing this, Du Jue stood up in surprise.

"Commissions! Good firms still have many commissions to process, and these are all money!"

However, Luo became disappointed and turned to leave.

"I-We are a gang. The client won't recognize us, and it will be very troublesome to collect the debt."

Seeing that Zhuang Shiliang was about to raise the chainsaw again, Du Jue yelled excitedly.

"I have connections in the firm!"

"You can sell them the ready-made commissions at a low price, and the money will be deposited into your account immediately!"

The sound that echoed throughout the Good Office stunned the three cyborgs.

Luo looked back in surprise.

"But I have a condition."

"You-you have no conditions to negotiate. It's good enough that you can live."

"I want to join the Brotherhood of Steel!"

3Interns

Du Jue felt a wave of fear when he saw the orange-haired woman's head and Ikus' miserable corpse beside him, followed by anger.

People died so easily, it's like a joke to him!

"You-you don't even have prosthetics, how can you join the Brotherhood?"

鏮鍶錔 and 錒鍩鍀 were excitedly touching the corpse and collecting the commission files, while 鏮鍶錔 was keeping watch at the door.

He looked Du Jue up and down, then shook his head.

"Hey, that's not how it's calculated."

At this moment, Du Jue has already mastered the trick of how to communicate with urban people - talking about feelings costs money.

"First of all, I just got a full-time job at a good firm, and Goodman has already paid me a month's salary."

"Since he's gone, you can just hire me for free for a month and treat it as free money."

"Secondly, it takes time for me to sell the commission. You have to be on guard against me, an outsider, at all times."

"But if we're a team, then I have to consider the long-term benefits. It's definitely more profitable to follow you than Goodman."

"If it really doesn't work, you can fire me after I've sold all the commissions. It will only benefit you and not harm you!"

Carrying a large bag, Zhuan Xiliang nodded in agreement.

"S-Say it like it's okay."

"No, but I just checked, and it seems that this firm only has one ninth-level finisher, Goodman, and the others are all interns."

"You-you are indeed quite capable to be a regular employee."

I go!

Goodman, you're dead!

The quiet 錒鍩鍀 took out a bracelet.

"B-but to make sure you don't run away with the money, you have to wear this."

The tyrannical iron arm did not give time to stop objecting and to stop being forced to wear the bracelet.

It is known that this is not a good thing to avoid using your knees, but when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

"This is the timer syringe I used before my prosthetic body was modified. It's filled with high-purity enkephalin. I've been keeping it."

"If noon doesn't receive my cancellation signal, the injection will be automatic. Ordinary people will probably die of pleasure."

Hey!

Du Jue wanted to throw away the bracelet right now, but unfortunately it was made of pure metal and the strap was completely in contact with the skin in an unknown way.

If you pull it off forcibly, the skin will probably be torn as well.

Seeing this, Luo nodded with satisfaction.

"As long as you sell the commission and bring back the money, I'll unlock it for you, and then we can get rich together."

"So I'm joining the Brotherhood of Steel."