I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

Olga quickly called Du Jue over and took him out to meet the rest of the people in the office, introducing them to each other.

"By the way, your new ID."

Du Jue took the thing and found that it was a brand new seventh-level finisher certificate, and immediately felt much better.

In the future, he might be able to set up an independent firm and then register with all the major world wings. It feels a bit like collecting stamps.

"But it won't be so easy to get promoted later. High-level commissions aren't easy to come by. They're the dividing line between the elite finishers and those who just get by."

"And if you're lucky enough to get a big order, maybe you can directly become a fifth-level closer like me. We are the backbone of ensuring the safety of the city. That Walter is only at this level."

Du Jue staggered a few steps under the weight of Olga's arm. He watched her patting her chest and recounting the thrilling commissions she had completed. Even if she hadn't drunk alcohol and was bragging, there was no need to prepare a draft.

Ryan and Mika next to them were skillfully instructing the rest of the office on their defensive positions. Every now and then, a few wild beasts would be discovered and driven away from the corners.

"So if I could eliminate a gang similar to my church, would that be enough to get me promoted?"

"Don't be too ambitious. The ratings of these cults are a bit inflated. You know, urban idiots are too easy to be deceived. They are only worth so much money because they are large in scale."

"I see you're really serious about your promotion. Why don't you go and kill Smiley Face? I'll make sure you get promoted to rank five smoothly."

"Is that the gang that's always surrounded by smoke? I heard they've been moving around here lately."

Meixiang interrupted at this time, seeming to understand something about Xiaomian, and Dujue immediately had an idea.

The Smiling Faces are an urban nightmare-level gang whose members wear iron masks and can use special smoke to strengthen themselves.

My church has become so powerful and influential, but it is just an urban nightmare. This is enough to prove the strength of Xiaomian. Perhaps I can observe the job prospects in this area.

He raised his hand and threw away an attacking jackal, and Du Jue quickly turned his head to ask.

"Senior Meixiang, I would like to hire you to take me to select some weapons for the workshop. I wonder if you have time."

"Oh, Wen Duo, you are very sensible."

"This kind of thing is trivial, you don't need to pay for it."

Upon hearing this, Mika shook her head, causing her waist-length twin ponytails to sway.

"I think Wen Duo has other intentions, otherwise why would the finisher need to ask for a guide to pick out weapons from the workshop? Let me see if your face is pretty."

Olga, who was standing next to him, put her weapon on her shoulder and grabbed the bandage on Du Jue's face with a mischievous smile.

Du Jue quickly dodged Olga's big hand, but Mika next to him frowned and glared at Olga.

"Actually, I wanted to ask Mika about this smiley face."

"I'm just kidding. If you really want to do something to them, only those who are crazy about money will seek death."

"Even the association has to treat this kind of gang with caution. Don't let your thoughts get to you! If you do, I'll have to expel you from the firm immediately!"

Olga warned them seriously and waved her weapon to scare away the rats that tried to sneak in in groups.

Mika ignored Olga's mischief and thought about the past.

"A friend of mine from the workshop said that things have become dangerous in Alley 23 lately. It seems like there's some kind of cooking competition going on. But you know, the food there has a completely different taste than ours."

"So I guess Laughing Noodles was just hired by those cannibal chefs to find fresh ingredients. We'd better not offend them for now."

"Otherwise our entire firm might be handed to us on a platter."

And this thing?

In District 23, which is full of human flesh restaurants, Du Jue could imagine what they were doing, and immediately thought of Yi Yin who seemed to be very quiet recently.

Could it be that there is some top chef assessment competition going on there?

Now it seems like there is a clue. Xiaomian, who is about to start working, may be busy preparing food for the eight chefs, and he happens to know one of them.

"Of course, I won't do anything rash."

The Molar Office didn't finish work until some time after dark. After all, the scavenger would be able to clean Walter's floor for free later.

After resting in the hotel for a while, Meixiang took the initiative to take Du Jue to the workshop market.

A concrete open space hung with colorful lights, and a large number of containers of different colors overlapped to form a strange market maze.

Avoid seeing a guitarist singing at the entrance.

"Generally speaking, good workshops accept private customization commissions. After all, the price is high and the pressure is low. However, small workshops rarely accept such commissions."

"So this place is the consignment market for those workshops. As long as you have money, you can rent a container. We call this the workshop canned goods market."

Meixiang was right. This place was like opening a can of cans, with so much to see that the eyes were dazzled. There were all kinds of weapons, from light and heavy weapons to all kinds of strange shapes, except for guns.

However, Du Jue was not very satisfied with everything he saw. He wanted these things simply to stack his talents, and the more portable the workshop weapons were, the better.

Suddenly he thought of the strange talent brought by the index finger.

【Find the right workshop weapon for me. 】

After giving the order, you will find a container selling hidden weapons when you turn the corner. This is the edge of the workshop cans, and further away is the high wall of containers.

"I advise you not to buy this kind of stuff. It's better to go to the construction site and pick up a few stones."

"Workshop weapons are usually made of special materials and are sturdy and durable, but buying something like this is a complete rip-off."

"You might as well buy a crossbow or even save up enough money for a pistol."

Meixiang watched Du Jue picking things with great interest, and even wrapped those small things around his body with thin threads. Once he put on his coat, no trace of hidden weapons could be seen on his body.

But hidden weapons are really useless in the city. Didn’t you see that the owner of this container has a face as smiling as a chrysanthemum?

"It's okay. By the way, how did you know about the smiling face?"

"Neighborhood Watches exist in almost every back alley. You can't expect everyone to have the money to hire a second association to protect them. However, the strength of these spontaneous organizations is volatile, depending on who lives in the area."

"I know a lot of people in the workshop, and they said Neighborhood Watch placed a large order to resist Smiling Face."

“Can you introduce me to it?”

Mika looked at Du Jue with a strange look.

"Don't tell me you'll really get sliced into pieces if you really mess with Smiley Face."

59 Wim

Du Jue put the note written by Meixiang into his pocket. That was the address of the Grip Workshop. He had to go there tomorrow to ask about Neighborhood Watch and Smiley Face.

Dragging his exhausted body, he returned to the building alone and fell asleep immediately. He lost consciousness almost the moment his face touched the sofa.

early morning.

When Du Jue woke up again, he saw Katanjiang standing stupidly by the door. According to past experience, he should have cooked a bowl of hot soup for him.

After rubbing his face, Du Jue remembered that there was a pot of mysterious broth in the refrigerator, which he should pour out later.

"Katanjiang, are you acting as a gate god here?"

When Du Jue got closer, he suddenly discovered that Katanjiang's whole body was shaking slightly. He was staring blankly at a pure white card stuffed under the crack of the door. He looked as if his soul had been taken away.

After reaching out to support Katae, Du Jue frowned and let him sit on the sofa before picking up the card.

However, the logo on the card made Du Jue's pupils shrink, and he was immediately horrified. It was clearly a ring finger pattern.

What's going on? Did the ring finger discover that he is the lead gray wailing? !

Du Jue quickly looked at the content on the back. The recipient was not himself but Olivia. The doubts in his heart not only did not dissipate but became even stronger.

This is an invitation to a personal art exhibition, signed by Wim, which sounds like a man's name.

Faced with such a bizarre thing, Du Jue immediately wanted to call Olivia over, but was stunned for a moment.

Although the building was nominally his and he had taken in those children, he really didn't know which room Olivia lived in, so he could only go next door and ask Luo to do it for him.

"Really? You have to put the errand fee on my record."

Du Jue turned around with the invitation letter in his hand and sat next to Katae again. He looked at the dazed Katae strangely and asked immediately.

"Isn't this for Olivia? Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not nervous. After all, it's not for me."

"Do you know that Wim? Or have you ever dealt with the Ring Finger?"

Katae lowered his head, like a fledgling leaving the nest, and looked at Du Jue for a full half minute before hesitantly responding.

"When Oaks was taken away as an experimental subject, I used my last bit of money to buy her place from the gang."

Urban people really can sell the rope to hang themselves.

"That's not a laboratory, but a gallery. I heard it seems to be the creative base of the Ring Finger group."

"I didn't dare go in, and I didn't know what was going on inside. After Oakes came out, I didn't dare ask her."

"The name written on the nameplate of that base is Wim."

Du Jue asked hurriedly, and had a bad feeling about Olivia's situation.

"Wait, what does the gallery need experimental subjects for?"

The Ring Finger is a unique gang that pursues art, but this art is about the same as the cooking skills of Alley 23.

Their bizarre artworks are difficult for outsiders to understand, but they can be sold at high prices among the upper class.

"It should be painting, and Oaks mentioned that she would invite him to witness the optimized artwork later, because it will also be part of the art exhibition."

"I heard from Oaks that they were released because Wim's nail polish got tired of the paint and she needed a fresh batch."

At this time, Olivia also ran down excitedly. She was very happy that Du Jue wanted to see her, but her face turned pale immediately after seeing the invitation logo in Du Jue's hand.

She stood at the door with her hands behind her back, looking a little helpless.

"Good boy, can you tell me about this experiment?"

"can!"

Du Jue was about to squat down to coax the little girl, but unexpectedly she raised her chest and spoke to him. Even though tears welled up in Olivia's eyes, she still mustered up the courage to speak.

"At first it felt like a surgery, which was nothing special. Then there was blood drawing. The sisters wearing hats would make cuts where they liked and collect the pigment."

"But don't worry, brother Dujue. We can all recover quickly without even a scar. We've become much stronger."

Hey!

The art of these lunatics always pushes the limit. Who knows if this operation has any side effects? Isn't taking blood like torture?

Avoid putting the invitation in your pocket, knowing that this will not end here.

His solo exhibition was to start in three days, and he had to find a way to resolve this trouble or the person who had caused it.

It's impossible that one day he comes back and finds that Wim is short of paint and just takes Olivia back to use. These ring-fingered psychos are completely unreasonable.

"Okay, you can stay in my room for the next few days. If you need anything, come find Katae."

"really?"

Olivia seemed very excited, and Du Jue wanted to reach out and touch her face to comfort her, but his hands were too rough and might scratch her skin.

I'll find a pair of leather gloves to wear later. You need to be strong enough to work.

Avoid changing into new clothes immediately before going out.

Grip Workshop.

The foam facade is filled with various handles, making it look like a sword tomb.

After avoiding the pile of handles, I saw that there were no stools in the store. Instead, there were wooden handles on the wall. A dozen people were sitting casually on them and talking to the boss.

"Those bastards are crazy. They killed people in the street and didn't take us seriously at all."

"Rather than strengthening the army, I think it would be more direct to ask for a long vacation for Xiaomian and let him stay at home until they move on to the next place."

"Indeed, this is much cheaper than hiring an agency."

"Hey! You're talking about the secrets here! If anyone here asks for leave, I'll take over everything. If anyone dares to ask for leave, they'll be fired."

Suddenly, these people began to sigh and complain about the poor working environment.

"I have an idea."

Du Jue came over from behind, put his elbows on the counter and faced the dozen or so people sideways.

Even though they were dressed differently, the neighborhood watch armbands on their arms made it clear to Du Jue who they were.

"Boy, you have no right to speak here."