I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

"I just ate pickles and a sandwich from his house and threw up everything. Is that okay?"

"Why do you eat it and then spit it out?"

How come one or two of them have abnormal brain circuits!

"Because I only have a sense of taste and a simulated mouth, which can give me taste and deliciousness, but there is no place for me to swallow it."

"It's okay, it's okay. I just don't want us to end up in a robbery."

錒鍩鍀, who had just brought a cup of hot coffee from the kitchen, paused. He looked at Du Jue strangely, and then at Park Hui who was obviously abducted.

"But isn't that what you do?"

"How can it be the same?"

He lay on the back of the sofa and raised two big middle fingers at Du Jue.

"Okay, we already know what kind of person this guy is. Everything he does is good, and everything we do is bad."

"I don't bother paying attention to him. I'm sure I'll make money later anyway."

Hey!

Du Jue felt much more energetic now. He immediately went to the kitchen and used the communicator to contact Olga to explain that he had rescued the target of the mission.

"What's going on? Wen Duo, why are you so fast?!"

"Tell me the truth, did your smiling friend take you in early? Then why were Pearl and I dealing with that ring-fingered idiot for so long?"

"Everyone, retreat!"

"I've placed the people in a nearby residence. I've sent you the location. Hurry up and take them there to complete the commission. Remember to give me more credit this time."

"The more you work, the more you get. It's easy. I feel like I'm just taking advantage of you this time. You can definitely become a Level 5 finisher on your own."

"You must treat me to a drink after this. If you don't, you're not a human being."

After hanging up the phone, Du Jue let out a long breath, and the smoke mask covered his face again.

The office has been dealt with, but the gang is not over yet. If possible, it would be better to use the Smiling Hand to get rid of Master Wim, so that he won't cause trouble again.

The commotion outside the house lasted for a long time before it died down, signaling the end of the late night in the back alley.

I climbed out of the window and stepped on the clean street, feeling a little impressed by the efficiency and hard work of the street sweepers, who were also hard-working workers. Then I put my thoughts away and returned to the exhibition hall.

"How is it possible?! Wim is dead?!"

Standing in front of an overturned gambling table, Walter was full of questions. He looked at the headless corpse in front of him with some disbelief, then turned to look at Old Wang who was shrugging.

"It was the gambling table that broke it, don't blame me."

Such a bizarre scene left Du Jue dumbfounded. He never expected that Wim would be dead when he turned around. Could it be that there was also a fake Ring Finger Master?

However, the next moment, the harsh tuning sound of the speakers spread throughout the exhibition hall.

"Ahem, hello everyone. I didn't expect my personal exhibition to attract such a smiling parade. What an honor."

74

Chapter 74 Fireworks.

Du Jue dispersed the smoke that blocked his view without any doubt and looked at the electronic welcome screen of the exhibition hall in surprise and suspicion. The screen flashed with snowflakes and Wim's face immediately appeared on it.

The other party seemed to be holding a colorful yellow leather in one hand and holding a camera in the other hand, making Du Jue feel as if she was shooting a daily VLOG.

"Hey everyone, you guys really messed up my casino. What are you doing standing next to a dead person, Kokochi?"

He cautiously avoided the second association's closer, preventing himself from immediately joining up with the Smiling Face group, and looked at the ring-finger apprentice standing next to Wim's body with everyone else.

Kekeqi scratched his head and stood in front of the electronic screen. The strange scene made no one step forward to stop him. The bright light clearly illuminated his abdominal muscles and the curve of his back.

"Master Wim, aren't you dead?"

This guy's clothes are too tight.

Du Jue was shocked to find that the other person's black short-sleeved shirt and even blue jeans were all painted on. Squinting his eyes, he finally found that there was an imperceptible transition color between the thighs and waist. It took a genius to wear only boxer shorts in public!

Even if your body painting skills are superb, wouldn't you feel cold being naked in the middle of the night?!

"Come on, this is my solo exhibition. Of course, I'm the one on display. The others are just for show. We were just discussing when this artwork, covered in personality, will realize something is wrong."

"After all, without regular corrections using a personality chip, the forced personality will either dissipate within three days or cause the subject to insanity. There's no other outcome."

Master Wim was talking about his personal exhibition plan as if showing off, and there were many people whispering behind the camera, all of which were heard without reservation.

"Who is that guy? He ruined all the gambling on the second floor. I bet that the guy named Park Hui would never get out!"

"Three days would have been enough for that marble to fill my heart. Who knew it would be completely destroyed by this barbarian?"

"I've already taken screenshots of the video to inquire about it, and the agency said it was a gang thug named Du Jue. That's really disappointing."

Everyone at the scene looked at each other in bewilderment. Even the knowledgeable Old Wang tilted his head as he looked at Wim's body at the scene. This place was actually just a casino for entertainment, and Wim even cheated his own apprentice. It was really speechless.

Click.

Wim on the electronic screen opened the door and strolled leisurely on the street, seeming to enjoy the astonishment and confusion of the crowd. He slowly told Kekeqi to clean up the mess himself.

"Smiley, I'll remember you. We'll definitely work together again. Of course, you'll also be included, Du Jue."

Wim lowered his head and looked straight ahead meaningfully, but Du Jue, who was standing on the side, had the illusion that the other person was staring at him. He didn't expect to become famous in this way.

"There are still six subjects. You are too amateur. I thought a personal exhibition would be enough. What a bunch of rubbish."

"It would be better to find more firms next time."

Walter was furious when he heard this. This commission was completely ruined by that damn Smiley Face. He stared at Lao Wang fiercely, and then his eyes fell on Du Jue behind him.

Suddenly he frowned and looked around again and again.

"Old Wang, the parade is over, why don't you leave? Are you staying here and waiting for the association's reinforcements to arrive?"

"Du Jue, you've really made a big splash, so let's stop here for now."

Smiling Face immediately evacuated outside, which made Walter's eyes red and he was about to bring people to stop them. If he couldn't make up for his mistake, then he would have made a big mistake this time.

Dodging the attack from Julia of the Second Association, Du spoke harshly to Wim on the screen. Even without activating the blood pump, the blood in his body was flowing actively as his emotions were agitated.

All these disgusting things are done just for such a meaningless reason!

"You bastard, we won't be collaborating in the future, because an amateur artist like you is so cheap just by looking at him!"

"You're just a piece of shit who takes other people's suffering as something novel. If you don't try to be different, you'd just be a boring clown. You can't be so complacent about your own monkey show, can you?"

Anyone could see that the gentle Wim stopped, her mouth and eyes relaxed, and her expressionless face was brought close to the camera so that only her light blue eyes could be seen on the screen.

"Are you qualified to comment on my art?"

"Du Jue, huh? You only have one day left to live. I'll prepare a grand fireworks display for you. Please don't worry."

"This will open a new phase in my artistic creation. After all, most of the artworks in my museum have been destroyed by you."

Wim spoke every word very clearly, turned his head and put on an exquisite and perfect smile, and bowed inexplicably to everyone through the screen.

"Dear visitors, please bear witness."

In the melee that broke out again, only Kekeqi shuddered. Even he didn't know what kind of shocking thing Master Wim could do next. He glanced at Wim's body on the ground with lingering fear.

Du Jue stood there as if he was frightened because of what he had just seen.

Just as Wim lowered his head, half of a rabbit ear appeared in the background on the right. That place looked so familiar!

The other party is near the rabbit house right now!

Everyone will meet his own end. Du Jue certainly does not think that he is an exception. It’s just that he still has the ideal of reaching the top of the city to achieve, so the end will definitely not be today, and the person who dies today will definitely not be him!

"Brother Du Jue, I'm afraid you have touched her sore spot this time. Even I don't dare to provoke her like this."

"I'm afraid my smile will be remembered too."

During the smooth evacuation, Lao Wang looked at his companion Du Jue in amazement, as if the other party was a giant panda.

Don't ignore the blame. I want the credit, but my boss wants to pass the blame on to me? No way!

"I just saw you dragging away the body of that fake Wim. That's what you were carrying on your shoulders, right? How's the meat?"

"Haha, just as you said, the skin healed immediately after the knife cut it. It looks like he died too quickly, but his body's vitality hasn't disappeared yet. We need to quickly put it in the current state storage box."

"This is a rare thing. It would be perfect as sashimi. I just hope the body transformation doesn't ruin her taste."

"I've sacrificed so much for Smiley Face. You wouldn't betray me out of fear of the Ring Finger, would you?"

"Hey, look at what you're saying. At worst, we can just go back to Alley 23 and hide for a few days. Do you think Wim dares to come and confront the eight chefs?"

"I don't think anyone would dare to interrupt those chefs' competition. You can also get in touch with Chef Yi Yin."

Seeing Lao Wang's warm attitude, Du Jue suddenly realized that he had almost forgotten that he had a real urban star backing him up. Of course, he had to be careful not to be eaten by the other party.

The other party doesn't really want you to be a salesperson to expand the market.

"Then we'll walk here together. I need to talk to Yi Yin about the situation here. Let's say goodbye now."

"Are you serious? It's probably hard to deal with Wim alone. The guys at Vision Office don't care who buys the information. They can easily pinpoint the location with money like you."

"Look, they even know that the Wim in the exhibition hall is fake. You don't think you can cover your tracks in front of them."

Jin at the back was very puzzled by Du Jue's desire to leave the team. He just thought that the other party was too confident. After all, no matter how powerful Yi Yin was, he was still in Lane 23.

If we had hoped that the chef would come to the rescue, it would have been gone by now.

Lao Wang interrupted Jin's questioning, seeming to know a lot about these eccentric city stars.

"Alright, alright, Du Jue has his own way. But this time, it was really thanks to you that we were able to catch so many goodies at once, and you also attracted the attention of the Ring Finger, so I still have to show my appreciation."

"We don't really care about hierarchy, but parades and daily activities always have leaders of different ranks. Generally, we arrange ourselves in the order of nobles, monks, scholars, and commoners."

Du Jue looked at Lao Wang in surprise, as if he knew what reward he was going to give, and immediately felt a surprise.

"Du Jue, I'll tell the others later. You're a monk in the parade now, but you should still follow me on normal days."

"Once this batch of goods is sold, I will give you a share."

Good guy, he got promoted, but it’s just an empty position and he doesn’t even have a single subordinate.

Fortunately, what was put to an end was not the power that came with promotion, but the echo of the card.

75

Chapter 75: Ecstatic.

Congratulations on your promotion to Xiaomian.

[Obtain work item: Smoke Lantern]

[Effect 1: This lantern can convert smoke into hardening smoke and softening smoke]

[Effect 2: The wearer can use hardening-smoke to cover the body, thereby obtaining physical protection and buffering protection]

[Effect 3: The wearer can manipulate the softened smoke, which will detonate the smoke]

This is fierce!

Du Jue never expected that just as he was about to kill Wim, he would unexpectedly get such a powerful work tool, which could be said to be both offensive and defensive, so he didn't even need to use the Tattoo of Death.

A pale white pumpkin lantern with a smiling face appeared at his waist, swaying slightly as Du Jue moved forward.

Now we have to consider one thing, what identity was used to kill Master Wim?

Even for the Ring of Urban Star, a master is a very important senior figure. Doing so will definitely lead to a fight to the death with no room for turning back.

Retaliation is not a monopoly.

If it was a gang, I guess Xiaomian would help him bear a lot of pressure, and they couldn't cut ties now.

Do you want to use the identity of the closer Wen Duo?

If you can level up immediately by killing this kind of guy, don't be tempted immediately. You will be retaliated against anyway, so it is better to maximize the benefits.

As for the deployment of Lead Gray Melody, forget it. The first two will at most be targeted by the Ring Finger. If this identity is exposed, it is likely that the next team will be a punitive team from an association. That is a completely different enemy from Walter's Sixth Section, and there may even be a special finisher.

At this moment, Du Jue was struggling between his conscience and his desires, because killing the Ring Finger Master was too radical for him, and he would die on the street if he was not careful.

He held the small lantern and leaned against the wall next to the fried chicken shop, but any plan seemed powerless and ridiculous when it involved the City Star.

"Would you like breasts or legs?"