I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

Boom boom boom!

The carpet bombing completely destroyed the smoke environment created beforehand, and the smoke even drowned out the smoke, while the smell of burning completely suppressed the smell of blood.

Du Jue, whose body was covered in bruises after most of the smoke had been used up, was in a terrible state, but fortunately, they were all superficial injuries. After all, he was quite resilient to this condition.

Swish!

As the deadly cold light struck, Du Jue's expression changed drastically. He gripped the Blood-Nourishing Sword with both hands and parried with a horizontal slash. The terrifying force instantly forced him back more than ten steps.

A terrifying, deep wound, revealing the bone, appeared on his chest.

"What the hell did you turn it into?"

"I am Shamisen, and I do work as a security guard at Green Trip, but unfortunately, that means nothing to the leader."

80

Chapter 80 Sewer.

Two trails of light, leaving only afterimages, swiftly cut through the air and swept across the entire street.

Du Jue leaped over the high wall, narrowly dodging the ferocious mantis knife's slashes, and instantly heard the sound of bricks and stones being violently shattered, causing him to feel anxious and uneasy.

He turned around and hurriedly lifted the manhole cover to escape into the sewer under the cover of smoke. The massive prosthetic body of the shamisen instantly shattered the sewer opening, and the flying shards of the manhole cover even smashed the vending machine half to death.

"This guy is impossible to shake off!"

Running swiftly around the sewer bend, Du Jue grabbed the smoke lantern directly. The thick, softened smoke gathered in the small, dimly lit passage; an explosion would surely ignite the surrounding marsh gas.

However, the next moment the missile struck the corner, instantly blasting the entire sewer passage into flames.

"Could it be that all my moves have been seen through?! It seems that the opponent has a countermeasure for every ability I've used. This guy is simply a killing machine."

Despite enduring the shock and internal injuries caused by the hardened, smoky coating covering his entire body, he managed to stand up. He was met with another cunning slash from the shamisen, and in a panic, he raised his violent knuckle duster and blood-nourishing sword to defend himself. He was immediately swept away.

The shamisen who made the move looked in surprise at the mantis knife on the right arm, which was twisted and deformed by the violent brass knuckles, and then used his left hand to dismantle it and throw it directly into the stinking sewage ditch.

"Is there any survivor from another organization who has contacted you? Where did you get these workshop weapons from?"

"As expected, researching such forbidden technology is not a good thing. Whether you go abroad or come here, I really don't understand why you make so much trouble. It makes my new job have to be done secretly."

He avoided the action of clutching his chest and staring wide-eyed at the shamisen, as the constant danger of losing his life made him sweat profusely, the sweat pressing down his eyebrows, passing over his eyeballs, and then flowing down from the corners of his eyes.

Do you want to use the Death Tattoo?

It is impossible to be certain whether the other party has a solution for this.

Moreover, the sewers are located above a densely populated commercial area. Even if we prevent it from affecting innocent people, we could still cause a chain reaction that we wouldn't be able to handle.

The pianist almost wiped out an entire back alley when the Seed of Light twisted, and was then attacked and destroyed by the victims seeking revenge. Du Jue really didn't want to find himself at odds with the entire city when he became the pinnacle of the city.

He couldn't find any other way to break the deadlock by preventing his thoughts from changing rapidly, but the sudden twisted echo immediately made him ecstatic.

Congratulations on your promotion at the molar clinic!

[Obtained work item: Dionysus Vine Crown]

[Description: A celebration is a stage for the group, but also a prison for the individual.]

[Effect 1: You can launch a Dionysian celebration centered on yourself, and the alcohol concentration of liquids within the celebration area will gradually increase.]

[Effect 2: The alcohol produced during the celebration is highly volatile and will evaporate the rationality of beings other than the organizer of the celebration]

Du Jue suddenly realized that the call from the communicator was most likely from Olga, since it was Olga who helped him apply for the promotion to a fifth-tier finisher.

I'll treat her to drinks next time!

Although we don't yet know what this thing is for, it will definitely catch the shamisen off guard.

"Huh? Where did you conjure up that ivy crown from?"

The melodious question and the ferocious mantis knife attacked Du Jue together. Du Jue gritted his teeth and gathered his entire body to harden and resist the smoke. The ethereal Dionysian celebration also began.

Suddenly, fake theatrical sounds and cheers appeared. Shamisen sensed something was wrong and increased the force in his hand, even smashing Dujue away.

Bang!

Du Jue's back was embedded in the sewer wall, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, all his internal organs were engraved with reinforcing tattoos, so they couldn't be broken in a short time. Otherwise, what he would have spat out would have been a mixed-breed human.

[Brain fluid is contaminated; please replace immediately!]

"what?!"

Just as Shamisen was about to finish the job and eliminate the problem, he touched the cerebrospinal fluid ducts wrapped in a special alloy at the back of his head, and then received more than a dozen bodily fluid contamination warnings.

Trembling, he pulled out the broken pneumatic syringe, haphazardly smeared it on his body, and immediately felt the fractured bones healing. Using the momentum, he struggled and jumped back to the ground.

"Could it be a relapse of his mental illness? A sedative!"

Shamisen injected the supplement without hesitation, and the feeling of confusion immediately subsided. He quickly realized that Du Jue must be behind it all, and he couldn't help but feel scared and confused. This ability was not in the database at all.

She immediately looked up and locked onto the target again to prevent further disruption.

Boom!

The terrifying metal fists slammed against the wall one after another, but Du Jue was finally able to see the enemy's movements. He dodged to the right, then raised his foot, slammed it against the wall, and kicked the shamisen.

The massive prosthetic body was slammed into the sewage pool by the smoke-enhanced kick. However, she stood up with a look of surprise and uncertainty, and did not immediately continue her attack. Instead, she looked around with a slightly bewildered expression.

"Alcohol? Why does it all taste like this?!"

"Wait a minute! Why did it happen at this time? A sedative!"

Seeing the other person's condition, Du Jue realized that Shamisen might not be a real urban psychopath, but giving her an injection within the festival area was a bit like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Sure enough, after several stitches, Shamisen lost his initial composure and coolness, becoming irritable and suspicious.

"I am going to kill you!!"

After the tranquilizer was used up, Shamisen became agitated again and looked at Du Jue, even pouncing on him without using his mantis knife.

As Du Jue leaned against the wall, he felt his heart rate getting faster and faster. Even though his sanity wouldn't be evaporated, the alcohol was definitely taking effect.

Bang!

The shamisen shattered the metal pipe with a single punch, causing a large amount of alcohol-soaked wastewater to splash everywhere.

With complete focus, Du Jue leaned forward and accelerated, instantly passing by Shamisen's side. His fist, adorned with golden knuckle dusters, slammed with all its might towards the back of her neck, the spot she had touched earlier.

Boom!

The metal shattered, and the powerful impact destroyed the protective device at the back of the neck, also pulverizing the cerebrospinal fluid channels.

"I'm a master of cybernetic modification! I fight people with cybernetic bodies!"

With his face flushed, Du Jue felt like he was the most important person in the world. He threw aside the Blood-Nourishing Sword, pressed down on the shamisen that had lost its balance and fallen with his left hand, and threw a fierce punch.

It seemed that being drunk greatly increased the violence level. The terrifying impact smashed and shattered the special alloy bit by bit, just like forging. The once arrogant cyborg was instantly reduced to scrap metal.

Shamisen felt as if he were experiencing a drunken state he had almost forgotten, and his last instinct for survival made him suddenly and haphazardly try to grab at Dujuan.

Just as she was about to crush Du Jue's left arm with her steel-like hand, her head flew off with a bang.

Gudong.

The shamisen, unwilling to be submerged in the mud and alcohol, turned its speaker up to the maximum, and a beautiful female voice traveled from the water into the air.

"That idiot Tail Splatter, what parameter did he mess with?! What kind of garbage did he bring over here?!"

"All I want to do is get to work!"

Bang!

Du Jue smashed the shamisen's broken head with a single punch, and he himself collapsed helplessly into the sewage. However, the moment the alcohol entered his mouth and nose, he immediately realized that the Dionysian celebration had ended.

"vomit!"

Holding onto the floor of the passageway, Du Jue immediately began to vomit violently into the sewage beneath him. His entire skin turned red, and he could see double.

He felt he needed to work on his alcohol tolerance in the future.

Drunk, he crawled out of the sewer and carefully pulled out the chip from the damaged communicator and inserted it into the newly bought one. Only then did he discover that there were more than a dozen missed calls, most of which were from Olga, and the rest were from an association.

Du Jue, who had just finished a thrilling battle, immediately felt a tightness in his chest. What kind of trouble had the association gotten into this time?

Could it be that there's a problem with the identity of the person responsible for finishing up?

81

Chapter 81 Review.

"What are you doing, Wen Duo? It took you so long to get through. The association just contacted me. I lied to them and said you were drunk and drove into a stinky ditch."

You're pretty good at fooling people.

He staggered home, feeling like his veins were full of alcohol; stimulating his blood flow now would be like popping champagne.

"I, I did fall into the sewer. Some idiot dumped me in, and I still have a bit of a headache."

"No! Where are you? I'm coming right now!"

Olga's voice suddenly rose, which made the drunken Du Jue very confused as to what he had done wrong, and he quickly changed the subject.

"I just saw that the association called several times. What's wrong with them?"

"Wen Duo, you're still trying to lie to me. You've clearly been secretly drinking behind my back! You can't even speak properly anymore, but your lisp is kind of cute."

"Quickly tell me the location, and I'll tell you when we meet."

Hey!

Du Jue touched the Dionysus vine crown on his head with some relief; it was a lifesaver. He sighed and then told Olga his location.

Suddenly, Du Jue realized that he hadn't brought the bandages this time. Looking around, he saw the teppanyaki grill next to him and hurriedly staggered forward.

"What are you doing? Pay for the skewers first, then eat them."

"Holy crap! Bringing your own food is prohibited here!"

The stall owner shoved Du Jue off the iron plate, grumbling as he wiped the stains off. He looked up and saw Du Jue standing up and walking over. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Du Jue pull out some money.

However, after noticing that the guy's skin around his chin was scalded and deformed but he remained calm, the stall owner swallowed nervously and didn't dare to take the money.

"Give me some water and a clean set of clothes."

After cleaning himself up, Du Jue lay weakly on the trash can lid, feeling nauseous again. He simply closed his eyes and started thinking about his next step.

For the sake of future peace, we must find that tail-spotted creature and get rid of him. Once everything is settled, he will start working for L Company. He can't wait to try out the powerful talent of World Wings.

However, he would have to work hard to make progress using his identity as Wen Duo, the finisher, and his workshop products were almost used up, so a major update was needed.

"I originally thought only you, the boss, would drink so much in broad daylight that you couldn't even walk. Mr. Wen Duo seems very reliable."

"You guys go get a private room first, I'll help him up, I know this place well!"

Du Jue immediately felt a very elastic arm wrap around him, and the other person casually pulled him into their embrace. Their bodies pressed together, Du Jue could clearly feel Olga's sexy figure.

"Oh, Olga, you're making my chest feel a little tight."

Under the influence of alcohol, Du Jue couldn't help but feel hot all over, and could even imagine the feeling of cutting it open.

"You're quite good at giving compliments. You look serious and proper, but you're actually a closet pervert."

"You were quite shy when I invited you for drinks before. I didn't expect you to be the type to drink alone in silence."

"The burns on your face are indeed quite severe, but it's nothing serious. You can just have surgery, why keep wrapping it in bandages all the time?"

He slapped Olga's curious hand away from the lower half of his face, and Du Jue finally perked up, feeling that most of the alcohol from the celebration had evaporated, and reason regained its footing.

Drizzle Bar.

"We'll just wait outside. We're not used to bars like this."

"Don't spoil the fun, Ren. It's not easy for Wen Duo to invite us. Mei Xiang, come over here."

“Raine is right, it’s not good for my glasses inside. Boss, you’d better not interfere with Wendo’s important business.”

As soon as Olga led him into the room, Du Jue keenly noticed that it was raining throughout the private room. The fine rain of wine gave Du Jue the illusion of being back at the Dionysian festival.

"I didn't come here to drink!"

"I am! Anyway, you're treating today."

To avoid being forced to drink alcohol the moment you open your mouth, which would immediately cause a headache.