I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

If there's anything special about it, it's that the Blood Demon only drinks the blood of living people; it won't tolerate blood that's been outside the body for too long.

If you put him in Lane 23, he'd probably be one of those chefs who pursued novelty to the point of eating live people.

Du Jue reached out and grabbed his hair, nearly going berserk. He couldn't understand why a blood demon cat had suddenly set its sights on him.

In his memory, it seemed that the only blood demon to appear in the ruined library was Crimson Night - Elena.

That was an urban star that got wrecked by the color finisher, and it didn't match up with a cat at all.

"No, there's no time."

Suppressing all other thoughts, he got up and returned to the prosthetic clinic.

After knocking the coded signal on the door, Ai secretly opened it.

"Where—where did you go?"

"Hiring an agency to get rid of stray dogs."

Huiyi immediately stood up and looked at Du Jue in surprise.

"W-what? Can you take it down?"

The man was equally shocked.

"That...that costs so much! Are you crazy?!"

"I've disliked you for a long time. Is money really that important?"

The phrase "avoiding" sounds ordinary, yet it surprised everyone.

"What—what do you mean?"

"What I mean is simple: that little bit of money isn't enough to take down a stray dog, at least not enough to get rid of Jingmei."

“With the stray dogs already taking over this territory, we can’t sell the stolen goods for cash because these ornaments are too conspicuous.”

"Think about it, if your own base were taken over, would you let it go? There would be absolutely no room for reconciliation."

"I have a way to get out safely, but I can't take these things with me. If anyone thinks money is more important than life, then they can leave here for their share."

The first to react was the one who realized it.

"We came here to make money, and now you're saying you don't want the money anymore? What's going on?"

"You—you get away by yourself, Hunlu, Hunlu, let's go!"

Urged on by the man, the two iron men picked up the stolen goods and got up.

Du Jue didn't mean anything by saying that; he really wanted to know if the value others placed on him was more important than his own life, which led Kaji to commit suicide.

Even if the three of them really left, it wouldn't matter, because he had already placed a tracker in his prosthetic body; the clinic had plenty of those.

One by one, the prosthetic bodies walked past Du Jue.

Hearing the slightly hesitant, inferior prosthetic voice, his determination to avoid reaching the top of the city grew stronger.

This steel-like city cannot be changed, nor does it need to be changed by self-righteousness!

"Hey-hey, aren't you going to try to stop me from leaving?"

Du Jue simply slowly removed the chest brace and stared intently at the electronic clock on it.

He snorted and picked up the body bag, ready to open the door.

"Hey-Hey, you're really leaving? I thought you were just throwing a tantrum."

"As long as we listen to Du Jue, we can definitely earn it back later."

Du Jue looked up and was somewhat surprised to see Ai being dragged back by the two men.

Do you believe life is more important than money?

"Yeah, right."

"No—but I believe you."

"You—you can earn it back, right?"

Du Jue couldn't help but laugh.

12 Molar Clinic

"Damn it, what's wrong with you, you bitch?!"

Jingmei glared through gritted teeth at the single-ponytail woman opposite her, who was holding a saw blade.

"Do you need a reason to wipe out your depraved gang? I'll do it even if it costs me money!"

Olga raised her hand and chopped down the stray henchman who was charging towards Renn, while Mika provided support from the side, appearing completely at ease.

The chaotic factory was in complete disarray, with only the well-coordinated trio from the Molar Dental Clinic engaged in a fierce battle with gang members.

"Damn it, how come these guys arrived right after the Brotherhood of Steel? Someone's messing with us!"

Zulu and Dino, two usually composed cadres, couldn't help but burst into curses.

They had just turned the neighborhood upside down but couldn't find that damn flashy brat. When they came back, they found their hideout had been raided.

Fortunately, the basement wasn't discovered, but all the spoils from the two-week sweep were gone; Jingmei had even smashed up the factory manager's office.

Especially since these bandits turned out to be the Brotherhood of Steel they had been investigating, they were just too arrogant, as if they were made of clay.

Unfortunately, before Jingmei could even buy the information, the Molar Agency showed up.

"You bastards who dare to cause me trouble, may you all die!"

Jingmei quickly removed the iron chain she was wearing over her head and flicked her right arm to make it wrap around her.

He then completely disregarded the attack from Renn on his right and threw a straight punch at Olga's face.

clang!

Mika swung her sword with all her might, barely managing to block the fatal blow.

"Again! Give me another chance!!"

Jingmei, whose offensive was interrupted, took a step forward against the huge blade of Rein's sword. Another heavy punch from the iron ring came crashing down. Olga tried to block but still couldn't stop herself from taking a few steps back.

"That's a lot of power."

Olga glanced at the battlefield and found that most of the stray dogs were dead or wounded, while her side, despite having the advantage of a surprise attack, was also suffering increasing casualties.

If the employer's requirements have been met, then we cannot afford to make things worse.

"Everyone, retreat!"

Panting, Du Jue arrived at the factory and hid in a trash can, watching the finishers fight and retreat. The garbage collectors next to him huddled together, not daring to say a word.

Du Jue clearly saw Olga, who was fighting fiercely with Jingmei; that was a fifth-tier finisher.

This commission turned out quite well.

Aside from the numerous rat carcasses, the number of tattooed corpses exceeded thirty.

It's worth noting that while the Lost Dogs gang is a legendary urban legend, it's relatively small, as evidenced by Jingmei's frequent practice of leading gang activities herself.

"But it seems too good."

Du Jue watched as Jingmei, enraged, grabbed a finisher and punched him repeatedly, smashing the man's head to pieces.

I patted my head, realizing that suddenly joining the ranks of the stray dogs was too risky.

I think it would be safer to meet with Jingmei separately to talk.

Nearby shops and residents have all closed their doors and windows due to the ongoing unrest, and the streets are deserted as soon as it gets dark.

It's not good to completely prevent it, as climbing out of the trash can now is too conspicuous.

clang.

To Du Jue's complete surprise, the garbage collector opened the lid on his own initiative, took the package from the bucket, and ran into the alley.

"Dude, you're living perfectly fine, why are you leaving? Will you die if you squeeze in?"

He really wanted to pretend to be a junk collector and run away, but he knew that his current clothes were completely out of place with junk collectors, and running out would be nothing more than burying his head in the sand.

Suddenly, Du Jue remembered something that was absolutely crucial.

In all the back alleys of the city, the time between 3:13 a.m. and 4:34 a.m. is known as the late night in the back alleys.

In layman's terms, the late-night hours are like a daily mission version of the human purge plan, during which nothing is illegal except for things forbidden in the city.

Furthermore, there are three waves of scavengers carrying out a major cleanup, relentlessly attacking from one side of the nest to the other.

The only consolation is the existence of a protective urban taboo—residential areas cannot be disturbed in the back alleys late at night.

Even the most powerful figures in a gang wouldn't dare to cross them.

"No wonder these garbage collectors stick together. I think I heard the guy brushing his teeth mention before that they share a room."

"How could I forget such important intelligence!"

The continuous high pressure disrupted my biological clock, and I even forgot about this for a moment.

The defining characteristic of scavengers is not their strength, but rather their resilience and sheer numbers.

The thought of fighting off street cleaners crowding the streets sends shivers down my spine.

"Hey, don't you ever learn? Don't let these stray dogs ever see you again!"

“You bunch of liar junkies only get your hands broken when you meet me, but if you meet our boss, you’d be dead.”

"roll!"

The conversation outside made Du Jue break out in a cold sweat.

Du Jue never expected that the garbage collector's boomerang would hit him here.

He can testify that the garbage collector really wasn't lying.

Unfortunately, it cannot be said.

Huddled in the trash can, Du Jue tried to keep his head down, hoping that the other stray dogs in the vicinity would leave as soon as possible.

"What's wrong with these lousy cleaners now? They're causing trouble for no reason."

"And that damn Brotherhood of Steel."

The tattooed man with a spiked belt around his neck dragged four bags of garbage, then let go and touched the bruise on his head from being elbowed.

When he raised the bag to throw it away, he discovered that there was someone in the bucket.

"Hello."

The two stared at each other, neither knowing what to say for a moment.

This was a scene he hadn't anticipated, because the other party was the same stray dog ​​leader he had elbowed down earlier that day.

"It must be completely eliminated!!!"

"You bunch of idiots, get the hell over here right now! Enemy attack!"

The man in the belt suddenly grabbed a garbage bag and threw it at Du Jue, then roared to the sky, instantly attracting the attention of a group of people cleaning in front of the factory.

Jingmei, who was wiping blood from her palms, tore her handkerchief apart the moment she heard the name.

The other gang members who were collecting the bodies were even more enraged and immediately abandoned what they were doing to gather around.

Anyone would find it hard to swallow such repeated provocations.

Hey!

Blood pump!

Do not nimbly dodge the garbage bag; once you leap out of the garbage can, you must run for your life.

At this moment, he realized that he couldn't find anyone to help him, and he didn't even have a safe house to run away from.

"Brother Cat?"

"Sister Cat?"

"Save me!"

I ducked to avoid the oncoming fist, refraining from frantically calling for help, hoping that the Blood Demon Cat was nearby.