I'm the King of Wage Earners in Lobotomy City

“I’ve already reached an agreement with the six associations in the south. I was thinking of waiting until you came back to talk about it, but I don’t think you can wait that long.”

"Bring Philip to the Sixth Association tomorrow. We have to complete the assigned task from the First Section of the Sixth Association. Section Chief Shao is very interested in you and may want to recruit you into the association."

After the communicator disconnected, Philip looked at Du Jue with anticipation.

The Sixth Association is a combat-specialized association, and being appointed as the head of the First Section of the Southern Division is considered an honor.

Philip couldn't believe that just a month ago, Du Jue was an unknown ninth-tier finisher. This was even more bizarre than the live stream of the urban girl.

Room 101, Building.

After thoroughly washing himself, Du Jue took a deep breath to relieve the fatigue of the day's journey. He turned to look at the current situation preservation box placed next to the pit, where Wei Ban's head was being forced to recount his story.

"Before the trip to Emerald Green, the chief was actually a former employee of L Company who founded a Utopia Literature Society."

"Well, people in the back alley like to form cliques, while those in the nest prefer to form different societies based on their interests. After all, people always want to stick together for warmth."

"The literary society is a co-creation community where everyone enjoys writing about their imagined beautiful future, and even if their thoughts and ideas are completely different, they can still be placed in the same world."

"Many of them are employees of other worlds' wings. After all, you can't expect people who are worried about making a living to write heartwarming stories."

"After he secured my first major investment, he kept recruiting people within the literary society, which enabled him to quickly establish a complete research institute. Otherwise, simply annexing others wouldn't have been enough to challenge World Wings."

"This guy even went to collect the bodies of researchers who committed suicide and then modified their personalities with his personality chip as much as possible."

"To be honest, I only went all in because I discovered that he had a way to block World Wings and even the leader."

After placing Anko's hand bone into the urn briefcase, Du Jue suddenly realized what was happening and picked up the shovel to bury the tail again. After that, he still had to deal with the counterattack hammer. This thing wasn't something that could be used casually; it would be troublesome if it knocked out another monster.

"No, no, no! I just remembered something!"

Du Jue watched with interest as Wei Ban panicked. This guy was not only good at pretending, but also quite patient. No wonder he'd survived until now.

"If you're looking for the last survivors of the Green Journey, perhaps you should contact Company L!"

135

Chapter 135 Company L.

boom.

Du Jue smiled and placed the current situation preservation box on the glass coffee table before slowly taking out a coin from his wallet.

"Can we talk about this first? It's too torturous to keep my head in a box. Even just taking me out for a walk once in a while would be fine."

"If I really go crazy, I won't be able to help my master anymore."

Looking at the pleading Tail-Bran through the observation window, Du Jue couldn't help but consider how to deal with Tail-Bran afterward. After all, he would soon be joining L Company, and he probably wouldn't have time to deal with things outside the company until the Seed of Light was launched.

"Then I'll turn you into a personality chip and leave you to rot."

"No! I'll die if I have too low adaptability!"

"This won't work, that won't work, I feel like it would be easier for you to just die."

Even if we need to keep her around to make it easier to find that mysterious survivor in the future, we can't give this sliding-knee genius a friendly look. Who knows when she might betray us?

"You can record this, because when I was demoted before, I secretly used a shamisen to make a hammer on the spot, and my memory of K Company's singularity technology was not erased. After all, this thing is very sought after."

Hey!

At this moment, there's no doubt that this guy could transmit messages even if he only had his head left. His willpower is simply indomitable, but why use it in this particular situation?!

He picked up the communicator and filmed Wei Ban recounting K Company's secrets about the regenerated ampoules. Now he wouldn't have to worry about this guy causing any trouble for a while.

No matter what benefits Tail Stigmata could offer, WorldWings would never leak its singularity technology; even the slightest hint of it would be a taboo for the company.

"Alright, let's get back to business. What does the Green Trip have to do with Company L?"

As her head was pulled out of the current state preservation box, Wei Ban screamed in agony, and the room was filled with her cries for her master. Du Jue grabbed her and put her into the regeneration ampoule.

“Master! You have saved my life. I will follow you for the rest of my life. Besides, I have been missing for so long. I am afraid that K Company has already fired me. Now I can’t go anywhere.”

He kicked the shorty away and looked down at her without any politeness.

Wei Ban immediately began to speak hesitantly, shaking her dark green wavy hair.

"Because the chief said that when we were building an observatory in the suburbs, we had received the founder of Company L and even reached a cooperation agreement. Otherwise, how could we have had machines running non-stop in the early stages to capture the market through mass production?"

"What agreement?"

"Well, actually, I was mainly responsible for market investment and logistical support at Green Trip."

"You think you can fool me with some made-up agreement?!"

Seeing Du Jue pull out a terrifying serrated blade bigger than her own body, Wei Ban immediately felt her legs go weak with fear, because she knew that this madman would attack without warning, and that acting cute or adorable was useless.

"No, when we attacked K Company's headquarters, we secretly obtained equipment assistance from L Company, and they promised to remain neutral in the patent war."

"Although I don't know how the chief managed to do it, this agreement is absolutely real!"

"Then why are you still selling fried chicken at Company K? Why don't you switch to Company L?"

"Ahem, this is an agreement reached between the chief and the other party. It's no use for me to go. Besides, I previously collaborated with someone to smuggle endorphins, and I had to pay a large fine to get the Forbidden Hunter to leave."

Seeing the guilty look on Obito's face, Du Bu tossed a coin to confirm that the information was correct.

"Master, why do you use a coin to flip to determine authenticity? If it's reliable, I feel like you could open a notary office and specialize in high-end finishing services."

"I, Tail Mark, will always be your loyal dog, Master!"

call!

"Owner?"

Elena opened the window and looked at the tear-streaked Tail-Spot on the ground with a puzzled expression. Then she frowned and stared at the astonished Du Jue, her pale face showing a rare hint of displeasure.

She squatted on the windowsill with one leg, while the other long leg was planted straight on the ground. Leaning against the window, she touched her chin and carefully examined Du Jue, who had just come to her senses.

"Elena, when did you arrive?!"

"What? Did my arrival not meet your expectations, or did I disturb your entertainment?"

“What are you saying, boss? I was just begging you to forgive my mistake at work. After all, I really need this job.”

Elena's eyes lit up, and she jumped off the windowsill to curiously examine the righteous and stern-faced Tail-Spot.

"Tail Stigmata, shut up!"

"Can you tell at a glance that we have a good relationship?"

"Even if the boss doesn't allow it, I can't lie and say you two aren't a perfect match."

Bang.

Du Jue angrily kicked this guy who took advantage of her kindness, and Wei Ban immediately clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground.

Du Jue was about to throw the guy down to the second floor when a slender body hugged him from behind. His right neck was immediately covered by warmth and moisture, and a nimble tongue greedily licked it repeatedly, reminding Du Jue of the alcohol disinfection before an injection.

"Wait, Elena, I have another request tomorrow!"

"But I can't help it, and I don't want to, is that wrong?"

As she painfully got up from the ground, Wei Ban hurriedly opened the door, not forgetting to whisper to Du Jue that she had moved to 301, probably afraid that Du Jue would think she was going to escape and raise his hand to stab her.

Du Jue, who was about to speak, felt his cheeks and lips being greedily sucked, and then he saw those bright red eyes full of desire.

“I’m very considerate of your feelings, I only take in gangsters who have just committed murder. Last time I was chased for three blocks by that guy with the Vacuum Fist. Shouldn’t you consider my feelings too?”

Hearing this, Du Jue sighed inwardly, lay helplessly on the sofa, looked at the blood-stained furniture, and thought that he should replace it tomorrow.

"It can't be like this. You have to resist a little and call me master."

The night passed quickly.

Du Jue, leaning back on the sofa, listlessly grabbed the pneumatic syringe on the table and gave himself a shot before looking at the closed window.

He now felt like he was paying Elena's blood tax, and he didn't know how long this strange relationship could last.

Upon noticing the briefcase containing ashes next to it, Du Jue quickly buried it in the pit that originally contained Tail Spot's head.

To be honest, Du Jue didn't know why he insisted on taking Su Su away, but he felt that he would occasionally have a mental breakdown and do some incomprehensible things.

Standing by the window, Du Jue realized that the previously inconspicuous trash can was gone, and only now did he have a slight sense of reality about the Su Su of the past.

"Boss, you're awake?"

Du Jue looked down and saw Tail Spot standing outside. What kind of trick was this guy up to now?

"Since I'm just sitting around doing nothing, why don't you let me do something for you? My abilities are beyond question."

"really."

Ogiban, who was still trying to persuade Du Jue, suddenly beamed with joy and confidently raised his head to look at Du Jue.

"I need to start a company that specializes in producing Urban Girl merchandise and handling offline events, and you are the best candidate."

"So, should our first step be to attract investment? I'm good at that!"

"No, go investigate those garbage collectors and the surrounding residents. Hire normal people who don't kill or eat people first."

"what?!"

Before Wei Ban could object to this practice of spending a large sum of money before even making a profit, he was interrupted by Du Ju.

"Let's call it LAUGH Company. You're good at that too, right?"

“Boss, I must remind you that this decision is very creative and challenging. Even Worldwing would not do this.”

"Doesn't this prove that I'm even more powerful than World Wings?"

136

Chapter 136, Sixth Association.

In the morning, the sun is shining brightly.

After transferring some start-up capital to the puzzled Wei Ban, Du Jue walked out of the building somewhat sleepily. Although all the scratches on his body had been repaired, Elena had torn all his bandages to shreds yesterday, and he still had to buy new ones to maintain Wen Duo's persona.

Just as I was about to buy a sandwich for breakfast and head to the Six Associations' southern station building, I suddenly saw a crowd of people making a fuss, as if someone was about to jump off the building.

"Don't jump! You'll fall to your death if you go that fast! Use an umbrella, I've been wanting to test if this thing can be used as a parachute for a while."

"Don't rush! Wait until I start a live stream and connect with the urban girl, then I'm sure I'll stand out!"

"You have to choose a time to jump off a building. I'm rushing to work, I don't have time to watch the excitement. If you come at night, people can listen to your complaints. You're still too young."

From this perspective, it seems that the people here are actually a little more compassionate than the N-nest people.

Bypassing the two ghostly teenagers who wanted to pick up the skull fragments and soak them in water, Du Jue looked up while eating his sandwich and was surprised to find that the guy wearing a red hood was clearly Simmons, whom he had encountered last time.

After finishing breakfast, Du Jue had already heard why this guy was so depressed. It turned out that Vacuum Fist had violently occupied Qingjiang District, which was right next to the commercial street, yesterday. That place was the water treatment center in the back alleys of this area, filled with various small workshops and simple residences.

After the Vacuum Fist determined that none of the buildings in this area conformed to regulations, it set them on fire, including Simmons's house.

When he wanted to go back, he found that Qingjiang District, where the fire had not yet been extinguished, was full of rats that came to search for treasure, and even more so, the Vacuum Fist members who tyrannically detained the visitors as slaves.

"Brothers, my life has been full of hardships. I was once given the order to eat more than two hundred candies. You have no idea how painful it is to eat so many things!"

"Luckily, I found a prosthetic doctor who made me an external stomach bag, so I was able to swallow it all. This thing is sturdy and durable, and it's still practically brand new. Anyone want it? Selling it right now!"

The audience booed as soon as they heard the advertisement, then turned away in disappointment.

Seeing Simmons anxiously trying to call him back, Du Jue realized that Vacuum Fist had already expanded to the vicinity. If it continued for a while, the territory would probably border the homeless dogs.

"Wen Duo?!"

"Are you interested in an external stomach? Who knows, your index finger might come knocking on your door someday. It's better to be prepared."

"No need, just tell me about the Void Fist."

He counted out a few coins and gave them to Simmons, refusing to pry into any information he felt was necessary.

"Well, I know they're all wearing matching black cardigans with various iron medals on their exposed chests and prominent white fist symbols on their clothes."

"Oh right! When I wanted to go back to save my house, those guys pulled out a booklet and forced me to memorize it all. I ran away then, and those guys didn't catch up with me."

"These people are not normal. They will suddenly say they are performing their duties and then punch you in the head and blow it off. In short, don't go near them unless necessary."

I still can't quite understand how they've gone against Thumb to this point, so I'm too lazy to care. Anyway, these two gangs are bound to have a showdown soon, it's just dogs fighting dogs.

The six associations' site building.

Looking at the 6 outlined by the flame in the association's logo, Du Jue stepped into the building with some anticipation. In the reception hall at the corner, he saw the Dawn Agency members sitting together early in the morning.