I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

Are you going to pirate the dog so soon?!

"I've already eaten. How about this, I'll take you to the amusement park when I'm free."

"Great!"

After the commotion, Du Jue hurried back to the Moon in the Well Exhibition Hall.

[Kekeqi: Everyone's here. The exhibition hall has been specially soundproofed and protected. You'd better be careful not to let anyone cause trouble tonight. You should leave the back alley after midnight.]

This guy is quite shrewd. He didn't let Du Jue meet those ring finger masters. If someone noticed Du Jue and recognized him, it would be difficult to deal with.

He closed the door of the exhibition hall, casually lay down on the windowsill and drew the heavy curtains, then took out his communicator to reply to the live broadcast comments to pass the time.

Brandon: Nemo [10 eyes] What a great livestream idea! Are you interested in collaborating? Roland [10 eyes] There are so many concerts in the city, they're so hard to find. Can't you tell me which one it is? Park Hye [10 eyes] Is this a directive? This must be fake. Lesti [22 eyes] Hey, why does that city girl look so familiar?

Du Jue's eyes fell on Nemo's name. He was the representative of the Crutch Agency and also a first-level finisher. He didn't expect that the popularity of Urban Girls would rise so quickly and spread to the high-end circles.

He immediately opened the private messages and was stunned, because the chat reminders with 99+ messages kept scrolling down and there was no end in sight. When he clicked in, he saw that most of the content was about urban girls listening to troubles and then comforting and consoling them.

Brandon is also a genius. Who can stand chatting with others in multiple threads for 24 hours? He also deserves some credit for this popularity.

[Eliminate: To Nemo: I will follow your instructions. To Roland: This is a distorted disaster. To Park Hye: Just follow the instructions. To Lesti: The city is me.]

thump.

There was a slight collision sound outside the curtains, and then Du Jue could clearly notice some changes in the light around him.

Du Jue nervously put away the communicator, suspecting that Ke Keqi was hiding some important information, and hurriedly looked outside carefully.

The door of the exhibition hall was slowly opened, and a moment later a tall man in a black suit came in. He was wearing a black mask on his face, making it difficult to see his details.

The visitor put his hands in his pockets and walked to the center of the hall like a tourist visiting a work of art, then looked at the curtains that prevented him from hiding.

"Ahem, excuse me, it's almost midnight in the back alley. Can you please take shelter here?"

Swish!

Pulling aside the curtains in confusion, Du Jue really didn't understand how this place attracted Roland. He had thought that the other party would immediately prepare to move out after hearing what the urban girl said.

"Who are you? Get out of here quickly. I've accepted a commission. If the client finds out, my work will be in vain."

"Oh, isn't this a coincidence? We're in the same business. It's okay for me to hide where you were just now. I'm also on a commission, and I want to save some money on the room."

Du Jue stared at Roland speechlessly. Was this guy here because he was looking for a concert, or was he here because the urban girl found him?

"What's your name? Who are you looking for?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean. The agency didn't arrange a hotel for me this time. Otherwise, I wouldn't have sneaked into an exhibition hall so late at night. How about I give you some money and you pretend you didn't see me?"

This guy is really a non-stick pan, and everything he said was nonsense.

"10 eyes."

"You watch Urban Girl's live stream too? Here, try this. Doesn't it taste similar to the vending machine stuff from United Artists? I suspect they just changed the brand."

Du Jue listened to Roland's somewhat leisurely chat and raised his hand to catch the soda can he threw at him.

boom.

The huge force from the soda can was easily resolved by Du Jue. He was a man whose internal organs were covered with reinforced tattoos, and even weapons other than those made in the workshop could not break his defense.

Even if the other party tried to test him with words, it would be useless. After all, most of his face was covered by the veil and bandage, and even a master of micro-expressions would not be able to read his thoughts.

However, Roland approached with a familiar manner and spread his hands to indicate that he meant no harm.

"I heard that Urban Girl is from here. Do you know her? I'm a loyal fan and I really want to meet her. I'll really give you 10 eyes when I get to meet her."

Du Jue glanced at the drink with the urban girl pattern in his hand. He probably realized that his deliveryman was being followed. This guy came offline to open the box!

There is no way around it. Making quick money and big money in the city comes with unavoidable risks.

But Du Jue was not panicked. If this guy really dared to attack here, he would not be hunted by the Ring Finger. After all, Roland had broken half of the Southern Middle Finger in the game, so he should have no problem carrying the Southern Ring Finger now.

Thinking of this, Du Jue leaned against the wall leisurely and raised his chin towards Roland.

"Do you know who I am?"

Roland shrugged.

"There are so many unknown color finishers like you and me. Just like you don't know who I am, I really envy those famous color finishers."

A first-level finisher is still pretending to be weak, but that is already the pinnacle of a normal finisher, and he can single-handedly defeat an urban nightmare-level gang like Smiley Face.

Du Jue could only be thankful that he had been promoted quickly and was no longer a helpless intern who had to finish the work, otherwise he would not have had the confidence to speak up.

"In that case, you'd better leave before the back alley late night begins. I can't reveal the client's information, but a finisher of your level might end up dead."

"If you don't listen to my advice, I'll have no choice but to fight you for the commission. You can understand, work is work."

The harmonious atmosphere suddenly became tense.

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Chapter 111 Intelligence.

"Oh, now that you mention it, I think I remember. You're the rising star Finisher, Wen Duo, right? It's amazing that you've achieved such success in such a short time. Unlike me, I've been stuck at the current Finisher level for the past few years."

"Don't be so nervous, I'll recommend you a place to relax. It's quite interesting to read those comments occasionally."

Roland praised Du Jue with an admiring tone, and even operated the communicator in his hand and showed it to Du Jue, but he had no intention of leaving.

The above is the scene of Urban Girl’s live broadcast, with too many barrages completely blocking the screen.

call!

The terrifyingly heavy crusher instantly blew up the air, forcing the careless Roland to quickly retract his communicator and retreat cautiously. He repeatedly looked at the huge object in his hand, which was not for sale in the workshop.

"I'm surprised someone actually uses this thing in combat. I gave it a try and then gave up. Wen Duo, you really live up to your reputation."

Roland, a serious urbanite.

Before marrying Angelica, he had the typical mentality of an urbanite who only cared about his own safety. He participated in the smog war that caused the fall of the Wings of the World, and used a fraudulent contract to trick a closer into losing everything.

After the pianist incident caused by the Seed of Light, Roland, who lost his pregnant wife, went crazy and killed people he thought were suspicious. In order to get the truth and suppress his emotions in the library, he killed all the acquaintances who came.

Du Jue was not fooled at all by his previous frivolous and leisurely words. If this smiling tiger was really determined to target him, then only by showing his strength could he be persuaded to speak properly.

"Let's go and deal with it. Don't alarm my client, or you'll mess up my work and we'll have a big grudge."

"Alas, I didn't intend for it to come to this. Wen Duo, please don't make things too complicated."

Seeing Roland walk out of the exhibition hall obediently and even with his back to him, Du Jue followed him carrying the Crusher and closed the door behind him.

He also wanted to communicate normally to resolve the misunderstanding, but if he didn't show his strength, the communication would become a one-sided interrogation, and he had no interest in being a prisoner.

"Hey Wen Duo, although I'm not very famous, my strength should be a little stronger than yours. How about we talk calmly about urban girls?"

Du Jue finally noticed Roland's subtle emotional changes at this moment. This guy was indeed coming for him. He probably wanted to verify the prediction of the urban girl.

That would require a long discussion starting with eliminating the identity of the time traveler. Moreover, this involves information about the taboos of the City Star, and it is impossible to prevent any leakage of it.

There are only a few survivors left in the Green Trip that was able to engage in a patent war with K Company, and Du Jue does not want to test the leader's visible hand.

As for the work card, it was impossible to explain it to Roland, as it was a relic of his good brother Kaji.

Blood pump!

Du Jue closed his eyes tightly and grabbed an equally huge and heavy spiral gun with his left hand. The dual-wielding of super-heavy weapons surprised Roland on the opposite side.

"Hey, can ordinary strength transformation achieve that? Do you have a weight inside your body to maintain your center of gravity?"

In the darkness of the night, Du Jue, with his Night Watchman talent, could clearly sense everything around him, including the serious Roland. He lowered his body and assumed a fighting stance, obviously fearing the weapon in Du Jue's hand.

Roland hadn't known when he had grasped an exaggerated heavy sword in his hands. The sword had obvious roulette-shaped heavy-duty decorations on it, and it was almost as big as the Crusher.

"Urban girl, it has something to do with you, right? I can use the commission to exchange for the information you know. Now you can stop, otherwise the fifth-level finisher will be a small matter for me."

clang! !

The eardrum-tearing collision sound made the people around think that there was a car accident on the street. When they opened the window, they saw two strange men fighting with huge objects that could not even be called weapons. The continuous loud noises echoed all the way to the end of the street.

"You are considered a fifth-level finisher?!"

Kaka.

Du Jue, who was charging forward with a gun, suddenly swung the Crusher across. Even though Roland blocked it in time, he was forced back by the Crusher's outrageous weight. Then he saw a white shell-like substance bulging all over Du Jue's body.

In just a blink of an eye, a light and streamlined armor wrapped around Du Jue's entire body, and endless power surged out of his body.

Du Jue took a deep breath and dropped the spiral gun. He suddenly grasped the handle of the crusher with both hands, then stepped forward and smashed it with all his strength.

Boom! ! !

The excessive pressure caused the weapons in the workshop to vibrate uncontrollably, and the harsh buzzing sound made the listeners dizzy and want to vomit.

Roland retreated continuously, gritting his teeth to steady his weapon. He gasped and looked at the white armor that suddenly appeared on Du Jue's arm, with disbelief in his eyes.

"You have the guts to broadcast live under the name of a directive. Humph, it's no surprise that you have such strength."

"But if you still want to continue, I'm going to get serious, and it's almost late at night in the back alley."

Faced with Roland's sudden rise in momentum, Du Jue quickly glanced around and found that all the doors and windows around him were closed, and even the lights were mostly dim. He was immediately delighted.

In order to avoid extreme situations, he had used a throwing knife to blow up the surrounding cameras. This means that now he can use all the skills except the Death Tattoo at will.

call.

A cloud of smoke was suddenly exhaled and gathered on Du Jue's face, and the billowing smoke filled the street in just three breaths.

"I see! You're the Du Jue who killed Master Ring Finger. How could you still be alive after provoking Index Finger and Ring Finger so casually? It seems you weren't serious just now."

"Then tell me! What exactly does the Disaster of Sound Alley mean?"

Roland replaced the giant sword in his hand with a one-handed sword, and plunged headfirst into the white paralyzing smoke. In just two seconds, he was in front of Du Jue again.

Dionysian celebration!

The sudden burst of illusory cheers made Roland, who was about to swing his sword, retreat suddenly. Then he listened in confusion to the celebratory cheers coming from all directions.

He licked his dry lips and tasted a faint hint of alcohol.

“Is this some new technology?”

"Forget it! It seems like the only way for you to cooperate is to lie down!"

Roland felt inexplicably irritated. When he thought about how he hadn't been able to get the truth, he hardened his heart. He threw all his previously planned attempts and restraints out of the window, raised his sword and slashed at Du Jue's back.

A lightning-fast sword instantly cut through the white armor, but Roland was surprised to notice that the deep sword marks on it were healing quickly. Without waiting for any further thought, he used his sword to block the spiral gun that Du Jue was sweeping back.

clang!

Suddenly, there was another burst of rapid and violent metal knocking sounds in the smoke.

However, Roland was very clear about the information about the smoke. Even though some of his rationality had evaporated, he still did not stay in the paralyzing smoke for long and immediately wanted to withdraw for fresh air.

However, Du Jue's first words since the war began made him suddenly confused.

“Have you ever seen fireworks?”

It was simply because Roland had hired the firm to investigate the residents of that building before coming here. The intelligence from Du Jue and Wen Duo was the most valuable, and the remote video footage of Du Jue killing Master Wim clearly showed that his special smoke would explode.

At this moment, Roland came to his senses and noticed the pure white smoke that was madly gathering around Du Jue. He suddenly widened his eyes and tried to retreat quickly. He couldn't understand why he had overlooked such an obvious abnormality.

Du Jue swung the spiral gun with all his strength, and ultra-high concentration of softened smoke flew out. The smoke in the entire street was immediately swept up by this drastic change in airflow.

Rumble!

One minute before the night in the back alley arrived, a horrific explosion swept the entire street in front of the Jingzhongyue Exhibition Hall.

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Chapter 112 Birthday.

The white smoke gradually dissipated.

"Ahem, where the hell did this monster come from?"

Roland spat out a mouthful of dirty blood in pain, then stood up in a panic, holding onto the cracked ground. His suit had become tattered.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand with difficulty, and was very glad that he did not take it lightly even though he was retired. He was wearing clothes customized from the Carnival. If he had worn casual clothes, he would be lying on the ground half-dead.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?! How dare you detonate it after we've been away for so long?!"

Just as Roland was about to look up and question Du Jue, he was shocked to see that Du Jue had returned to the exhibition hall and quickly closed the door.