I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

"Even if there is supervision, the closers are not necessarily reliable. It's not uncommon for them to tamper with contracts, but at least they won't sell the client's information."

"I met an idiot in Alley 23 before. There was a human trafficking gang in that neighborhood that was arresting people in broad daylight. They didn't have enough money so they went to another gang."

"Ah, I can imagine what happened to them. They must have been eaten by both sides, right?"

"The client's head was hung on a streetlight, and it was even still alive."

Beep beep!

Roland's communicator rang again, and the sky gradually brightened.

"Then I'm really leaving this time. I didn't expect you to be so interesting."

"Although there were some minor disagreements before, we are friends now. After all, your commission has concluded, so let's put things aside."

"Of course. Remember to promote the Urban Girl live broadcast room, and tell others not to come and inquire. It's really disturbing for me to deal with uninvited guests like you all the time."

"I'll try my best. I have to say the security technology of Urban Girl's live broadcast room is really good. I contacted the agency but couldn't track down the location. See you next time."

Roland lowered his head and got into the taxi, which then drove away.

Olga: I've received confirmation of completion from the client and have submitted a promotion application to the association. However, for Rank 4 and above, you must be present in person. Remember to come to me to get the information.

Du Jue was overjoyed when he received the news and hurried to the Molar Office.

"Infringement, this is shameless infringement. I want you to kill all those damn pirates!"

When Du Jue passed by the front desk, he noticed that the client had placed several pirated samples on the table. Aren’t those pirated Urban Girl Candies?

Only at this moment did he deeply understand the true meaning of "the thief cries thief".

We have to put promotion aside for now and deal with these audacious guys first!

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Chapter 114 Thief.

"Urban girl?"

"You're not in a hurry to get promoted, but instead accept this small commission. What are you thinking?"

Olga looked at the virtual character on the communicator with a strange expression, then looked up at Du Jue who was closing the door of the room, feeling an indescribable awkwardness in her heart.

Then she came to Du Jue in confusion and circled around him, even touching him curiously, but Du Jue had no choice but to block her dirty hands away.

"I thought you'd be stuck in a hospital bed after completing the Ring Finger's commission. That's an urban nightmare-level commission. How come your clothes only look a little torn? Don't you have acquaintances in the Ring Finger?!"

It really is.

However, Du Jue felt that this commission was not an easy one. After all, he had to guard the door for so many Ring Finger Masters. Who knew what accidents might happen, such as an uninvited first-level finisher.

"Tsk, you act like you're so precious, just forget it if you don't want me to touch you."

Olga put her hands away and turned around, throwing the file bag on the desk to Du Jue in annoyance.

"Then go to the association after you finish the commission. I've made an appointment with someone from the Dawn Office for you today. I told them that you've become a fourth-level finisher."

"I haven't even written my horoscope yet."

"Huh, don't I understand you? You accepted the Ring Finger commission without blinking an eye. With a promotion coming up, how could you have time to stay at the Molar Office?"

Du Jue, who was checking the file bag, noticed the change in the atmosphere in the room. She looked up and met Olga's resentful eyes. Then she leaned back in her chair and rolled her eyes.

"Don't make it seem like I'm done with you guys just because I get promoted. If I do get promoted, I'll treat you."

"That's a nice thing to say."

After repeated assurances, Olga smiled happily and waved her hand to let Du Jue go away.

Office lobby.

The woman, wearing a black hood that only revealed her eyes and mouth, kept chattering about the shameful act of pirating dogs. If you didn't know better, you would have thought she was here to rob you.

"Dude, are you the guy who took over my commission? Why do you look even weirder than me?"

"You know it looks weird wearing a black hood."

"Nonsense! I was doing stand-up comedy at a bar when I suddenly realized someone was pirating my candy. This is a business opportunity I finally discovered!"

"I saw those customers chatting and typing while drinking before. When I asked, I found out they were all chatting with that thing called Urban Girl. They must be making a lot of money! Otherwise, I wouldn't have the money to place commissions!"

"But soon my pirated goods were everywhere, causing my efficiency in distributing goods to plummet. I almost lost several baskets of candy. You must find those pirates and help me seize the stolen goods!"

He has a strong sense of authenticity, and he resists the urge to punch her and puts on a kind smile.

"Simmons, right? Can't you just do your job properly? If I'm not mistaken, you don't have the authorization of a city girl."

"My job?! Stop being ridiculous, bro. Those idiots always laugh at me, and I can't let them do that for nothing. That's why I'm on stage just to take their money and get scolded!"

"If you really rely on this to make a living, you'll have to be depressed twice, once to get on stage, and once to collect money!"

"You better be reliable and earn back the commission money for me. If you get enough pirated goods, I'll give you some extra tips!"

Simmons is worthy of being a talk show host. He can spit out a string of swear words from his mouth. He is like a human typewriter. It makes Du Ze's head hurt to listen to him, but he didn't even get a chance to interrupt.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"If you really want to get this done quickly, shut up and lead the way!"

Simmons, who was yelled at by Du Ruo, did not get angry or annoyed, but nodded approvingly.

"The closing agent at the Molar Office is pretty good. It's worth it for me to come all the way to this high-end place to place the order. Let's go! Let's catch those little thieves!"

"Be smart when the time comes. It's okay if they run away, but their goods must be intercepted, otherwise I won't pay the balance!"

"Speaking of which, aren't there different levels for Finishers? You're so young, you're an eighth-level Finisher, right?"

"Ah, you all talk like dumb people, why don't you say anything?"

Simmons ran out eagerly, and Du Jue could only follow him leisurely from behind. It was really ridiculous to think about the mental journey of these urban people.

The two of them quickly came from the prosperous street where the office was located to a slightly run-down commercial street. There were no supermarkets or cinemas here, only gang casinos and cheap snack stalls.

Du Jue saw Simmons walking with his head down and suspected that this guy didn't know the location of the pirates at all and was just bringing him here to try his luck. He was about to speak when he was bumped into by the man in blue clothes walking towards him.

Bang.

"Sorry, I had a few drinks."

The man in blue lowered his head, apologized, and left in a hurry. However, Du Jue sneered and stretched out his hand to pinch the man's arm, immediately causing him to cry out in pain.

"You're sick! Let go!"

"Did you steal something from me?"

"Fuck! Aren't you blind?! You're wearing an eye veil to deceive people, and who stole your things?"

Simmons in front rushed to search the man in blue clothes, but found that all his pockets were clean.

Du Jue just stared at the thief calmly and pulled him in front of him.

"Do you want to die today?"

As soon as the words came out, the man in blue fell silent and sighed.

"To be honest, I do have this plan, but I talked to the urban girl on the rooftop and decided to steal enough 1 eyes to renew the emotional consultation fee first."

Although he knew the meaning of every word, Du Jue didn't understand what the man in blue was saying at first glance.

Simmons was still wondering where this guy put the stolen things. His eyes fell on the fluffy afro of the man in blue clothes, and he quickly reached in and took a look.

"No! Wuwuwu, if I don't have money, City Girl won't reply to my messages anymore. Please, leave some for me!"

"None of the poor people around here have any money on them, and other places have been allocated to colleagues. I really have no choice!"

Simmons, who was quick with his hands, actually felt the small hole in his afro and pinched out Du Jue's wallet. The man in blue immediately knelt down and hugged Du Jue's thighs and burst into tears.

Simmons glanced greedily into his wallet and handed the item to Du Jue in a flattering manner.

"Hey, look, I helped you find your wallet. You want to show me that I'm not as greedy as this guy? A hot dog is enough."

Listening to the endless nonsense of the two psychopaths beside him and at his legs, Du Jue felt his head was about to explode, and he was even more irritated. How did he run into these two top-notch people just for a trip?!

"Do you know anyone who sells this stuff?"

Du Jue picked up the crying blue clothes, and he quickly looked at the urban girl candy in Du Jue's palm.

"I know, I know. There are three little brats selling this stuff in the canned goods workshop next door, but I don't dare to go in there. If I cross the line, I will be beaten to death. Please let me go this time. From now on, I will stay away from you."

"What you said better be true, and I don't have money to watch the live broadcast!"

Du Jue threw the man in blue clothes out. The other party hurriedly thanked him and got up and ran away. He ignored Simmons who was asking for money and walked straight out.

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Chapter 115 Kick the Can.

"Hey, hey, how come you don't have any manners? Who would be willing to return lost property in the future?"

He walked quickly into the canned goods workshop and glanced at the bustling market consisting of orderly containers, completely ignoring Simmons who was complaining behind him.

Soon Simmons and he noticed a container that was out of place with the other canned goods shops. Three teenagers wearing masks were holding up a banner with stick figures of urban girls drawn on it.

"Great! I was wondering why I couldn't find these guys after searching all day. Turns out they came to this place!"

"Hurry up and catch up! I'm going to teach these brats a lesson! They're simply lawless!"

Simon immediately put on a red hood, ran to the front of the container and cursed, pointing at the three people opposite and threatening them. The pedestrians and other stall owners nearby all looked over.

Du Jue, who had followed, looked at the three people with great interest and immediately noticed something strange. Wasn't the one wearing the turban Patch?!

No wonder this guy is willing to give rewards to Urban Girl, it turns out he is paying protection money!

Du Jue took a closer look and found that the other two were familiar faces. Next to him was Ma Ji, whom he had just caught from the Depreciation Gang yesterday. The remaining girl was the client who used his pocket money to ask him to rescue Brandon. It seemed that all the naughty kids in this place had gathered together.

"Let me tell you, this is the senior closer at the Molar Firm! If you don't pay me back today, no one will be able to escape!"

Simmons, who was shouting happily, immediately changed his face when he saw Patch sneering and grabbing the crossbow hidden under the table. He quickly retreated behind Du Jue and urged him to work.

Patch was about to sneer disdainfully, but the moment he saw Du Jue, his face changed as well. He quickly put down the crossbow in his hand and smiled harmlessly.

"Brother Wen Duo, why are you here?!"

"Uh, you didn't accept the commission from this scammer, did you? He doesn't have any authorization from Metropolis Girl. On the contrary, we are the official channel!"

Ma Ji, who was carrying the candy basket at the back, quickly shrank his body. Duo Mo, who was pulling the banner, excitedly waved and greeted Du Jue, who just nodded in response.

However, Simmons was not happy and hurried away from Du Jue and hid behind a container.

"Hey! I paid for it! Don't try to have it both ways!"

Du Jue is too lazy to pay attention to Simmons now, but for the sake of his reputation as a closer, he still waved at him.

"Come here, let's complete the commission as soon as possible. Your request is to seize the stolen goods, right?"

"That's right, ahem, if these three are your acquaintances, there's no need to do anything. Just give me the goods and warn them not to sell them again!"

"This level of peripherals is easy to copy. I have to sell as many points as possible before more people join the market, otherwise the flowers will wilt in a few days!"

Looking at the three guys who were wary of him, Du Jue was interrupted by a loud shout from the side just as he raised his hand.

"How dare you! Who's causing trouble in our Cannery Union's territory?! I think you're itching for trouble!"

Three fully armed security guards walked out of the alley on the right, which was separated by containers. There were can icons on their goggles and bulletproof vests, and they were holding workshop weapons with strange patterns engraved on them.

As they arrived, many pedestrians quickly made way for them.

"It was you two who dared to violate the rules of the workshop canning. Do you know that you are not allowed to cause trouble to the owner here, and even more so, you are not allowed to rob or steal!"

"Since you haven't done anything yet, you just have to kick a can."

It was Simmons' first time to come to such a high-end place that sold workshop equipment. He ran behind Du Jue again to please him, fearing that this closer would ignore him, but he still asked with fear.

"What do you mean by kicking the can? I'm good at acrobatics. I can throw a can into a trash can from ten meters away!"

"Hahaha, he thinks this is a sideshow, guys!"

The onlookers also burst into laughter and immediately urged the cannery workers' union to punish them quickly.

"The game of kicking the can is simple. Two of the five cans are empty, two are filled with ordinary explosives, and the third is filled with leftover materials sifted from the workshop."

"If you finish the kick, you'll pass. I'll bypass you this time."

The union members smiled and placed five cans of different colors on the ground, then pulled out the small black plugs on them and carefully moved away from the open space.