I am a working emperor in Lobotomy City

However, Du Jue was still cautious and snatched back Lesti's communicator first, and bought a sandwich for Patsy. If he hadn't sent the random messages, he would not have discovered that Lesti was kidnapped.

Most of the information on the communicator is about exams, followed by some content about loans and jobs.

While checking the memo, Du Jue finally discovered that Lesti had borrowed money to come to the commercial district today to buy a cake and had also changed his clothes.

That must be why I was targeted by the car gang that recently came here.

"Hahaha, good good!"

After putting away the communicator, Du Jue turned around and saw Patsy clapping and cheering at the entrance of the alley. He immediately walked over in confusion.

In a dark alley, two hungry garbage men were fighting frantically over a mere sandwich.

Even if their fighting capacity is low due to disease, hunger or physical defects, they still have hard teeth all over their bodies that can bite open other people's blood vessels.

His mouth was filled with blood from biting his yellow, rotten teeth, and then he couldn't wait to grab the sandwich and stuff it into his mouth.

It doesn't look like eating through the mouth, but swallowing through the esophagus.

"Good job on you!"

Du Jue kicked Patsy to the side of the road, and the teeth that flew out of her mouth spun on the road like dice.

He stretched open the throat of the junker who had been bitten, pulled out the pneumatic syringe and pressed it twice, and the other party finally recovered.

He didn't dare to delay and quickly bought two paper bags of sandwiches and threw them next to the trash can.

By the time we finished all this and came out of the alley, that damn psychopath had disappeared.

Hey!

"Next time I'll break his legs!"

"Now go to the carriage and help rescue Lesti!"

41 bus stops

The van was parked under the street light, and the street was still brightly lit at nearly midnight.

This kind of scene often lasts until after two o'clock.

Du Jue leaned against the window and looked up at the human head hanging on the street lamp. Its eyes were full of fear and disbelief, staring at the scene below, but no one dared to take down this horrifying thing.

Because it was hung there by the carriage gang as a warning to others.

“If there was no Kaji, would I have become like this?”

As I was sighing, a little brother who was following me came over with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey guys, how was your harvest today? Are you tired and ready to change shifts?"

"boarding."

"Hey, I'm responsible for keeping an eye on this guy. It's not good to leave my post without permission. Besides, you're the only one in the car."

The moment the younger brother bent down and lowered his head, Du Jue grabbed his ear and pulled him into the car. He fell on the passenger seat in shock.

"Are you sick!"

"Where is the Carriage Gang's base?"

"Asshole, you're here to cause trouble, right?"

Du Jue, who had no patience at all, swung the boning knife at the opponent's right ear, causing the younger brother to cover the right side of his head in fear like a quail, and his blood soaked the seat cushion.

These scum from the carriage gang are no longer human!

"We, we have many bases. The boss usually parks wherever he drives to. How about I take you there tomorrow?"

"If you don't see your boss tonight, you won't have tomorrow."

"Buses, two big buses!"

"To avoid being sought after, our boss usually stays in the bus that's always running, while the other one is locked up with goods for sale. After all, enkephalin is cheap and durable."

"route."

He stopped the van from starting. His anger was almost uncontrollable. Judging from the kidnapping efficiency of these guys, the number of people who had suffered from their murder was probably over a hundred.

But Lesti was kidnapped today, and she must not have been sold yet. We must find her as soon as possible!

He just stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, turned on the blood pump and drove the van like a go-kart. The violent shaking caused the young man who was giving directions to get a bump on his head.

"There's a residential area in front of us, and the bus often circles around it. After all, going to unfamiliar territory could easily be seen as a provocation by other gangs."

What caught my eye was a series of low houses with courtyards. In several places, people were gathering to grill skewers, and some were holding cocktail parties with colorful lights in front of their homes.

There was a group of people watching on the road, and even when Du Jue honked his horn, no one moved aside, which made Du Jue frown immediately.

"I'm from the Carriage Gang. Kill this guy for me! There's a huge reward!"

The guy next to me took the opportunity to avoid slowing down and immediately jumped out of the car window, shouting. He fell to the ground and was dizzy and could only barely stand up.

Hey!

Du Jue looked at the gazes of people in front, behind, and on both sides. His anger overwhelmed his reason and he grabbed the gray helmet on the dashboard and put it on.

This time he came to the gang's territory alone, he was not unprepared. He put on all the sophisticated equipment of the death squad, and the only weapon he carried was a Kaji knife.

In order to avoid trouble, I asked Katae to dye this combat uniform lead gray.

Because this time Du Jue didn't want to use the identity of the cleaner Wen Duo, nor did he want to act in the name of a stray dog.

"What are you all just standing there looking at? Get moving!"

The little brother, covering his broken ear, screamed hysterically to the people around him, thinking that the name of his gang could intimidate these guys. Who knew that they just stood there and watched without doing anything.

The younger brother turned around in panic and saw a large lead-gray hand grabbing towards his face. Before he could raise his hand to resist, an unbearable extreme pain exploded from the bottom of his heart and bones.

"what!!!"

Du Jue raised his right arm tremblingly. This combat uniform seemed to use exoskeleton-like technology that made people move extremely easily. Kaji's knife steadily pierced the opponent's eyes, ending the shrill wail.

The gray mist slowly returned to Du Jue's body.

Enduring the phantom pain that tortured their nerves, gritting their teeth and refusing to turn around, all the onlookers quickly took a step back.

"Where is the boss of the Carriage Gang? If you are useless, then go die."

The rough voice converted by the voice changer echoed all around, and many timid people hurried back home.

Du Jue raised his eyebrows, wondering if he didn't look scary enough, and then he heard these people whispering to each other.

"It seems they went to the business district to celebrate today. If they come back, they might choose a place closer."

"Who says it's not? I heard from my neighbor that both buses are parked at the top clubhouse of the Carriage Gang."

"I have a flyer for the Jueding Club here, and the three paths leading to it are all marked."

Colorful leaflets flew out from the crowd.

As they talked, they secretly looked at Du Jue, but they could not see Du Jue's expression through the lead-gray helmet.

hum!

Du Jue started the van without hesitation, stepped on the accelerator with the flyer in his hand, and became more and more eager to cooperate with the Molar Office.

Without these veterans leading the way, investigating my church on your own would only end up like a headless fly today!

Feasting streets.

Two rusty buses were parked on the right side of the club, and several young men who stayed behind were complaining while holding bottles of wine.

"Why can't we enter the club on such a nice day?"

"Everyone's gone, who's watching the bus?"

"Who is so blind as to meddle in our affairs? We newcomers simply don't have the qualifications to enter."

The thug leaning against the bus head looked at the magnificent club hall with longing, not caring that no one responded to his words.

Du Jue came to his side panting, and the gangster finally looked at him strangely.

These guys really made it difficult for him to find them.

Click.

He raised his hand to break the opponent's neck, took off his helmet with great effort, and took out the pneumatic syringe and pressed it three times.

Chi Chi.

Du Jue looked at the observation window of the bottle in confusion and found that both liquids were empty. The capacity of this thing was too small.

Wearing a helmet, Du Jue punched the car window and jumped in. The first thing he saw was thirteen hostages on the seats, all tied up tightly.

There was a half-used barrel of enkephalin in the driver's seat, which was probably why the car was so quiet.

Du Jue quickly opened the pneumatic syringe and filled two tubes, and then found Lesti at the back. She was wearing a yellow dress and looked quite cute like a doll.

"Hey, are you still awake?"

"you are?"

Even though his voice was weak, Du Jue still confirmed that Lesti was still sane, but was just in a sage state after being injected with a large amount of endorphins.

No effort was made to cut off everyone's restraints, but they all seemed to be at ease and too lazy to run. It was obvious that the drugs were too strong.

Only after slapping Lesti's face until it was swollen and he woke up did Du Jue get out of the car with peace of mind.

The sound of the bus driving away immediately alarmed the members of the club's car gang. Three of them hurried out to check and saw a lead-gray figure guarding the gate.

"Fuck! Someone's trying to steal our business. If you have the guts, go and kidnap them yourself!"

"If all this stuff gets lost, the boss will strangle us to death!"

"I just ordered my f*cking meal. What a bummer."

The next moment, the three foul-mouthed people let out a miserable wail that pierced the entire club. Even the men and women who were doing business in the private room were frightened.

Du Jue half-knelt on the ground in pain, and quickly concentrated his mind to suppress his deathly aura, and then he was barely able to continue moving.

The pot-bellied Fu Ru pushed open the door angrily, holding a bloody pair of pliers in his hand.

He stood at the highest point on the third floor and looked down at Du Jue below, but did not immediately question the identity of the visitor. Instead, he turned around to express his apology, as if he did not take Du Jue seriously at all.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your sketching."

Du Jue looked up and saw that the guy next to the fat man was wearing a white shirt and a pure white beret, which made him look elegant and calm, like the stereotypical elegant artist.

But the large bloodstains on his white clothes showed how dangerous he was.

After seeing the rings on the other person's fingers, Du Jue was immediately shocked. All the characteristics indicated that the other person was a member of the Ring Finger.

It is one of the five fingers, just like the superior thumb of the stray dog, and its level is of course also an extremely dangerous city star!

42 artworks

"It's okay, let the guests appreciate your work too."

"It just so happens that the auction will be held here tomorrow. It doesn't matter if the remaining materials are taken away. Just don't disturb the connoisseurs living nearby."

Originally, these dozens of people made Du Jue feel pressured, but he didn't expect that there were masters above them.

The ring-fingered apprentice and the carriage gang boss made way on the left and right, and a woman with a ponytail came out pushing a dining cart.

There was a transparent glass cabinet on the dining car, and the woman even reached out to prevent the artwork inside from being displayed.

The triple ring on his palm was shining, which made Du Jue feel desperate. It was clearly the identity symbol of the Ring Master!

Even if they call themselves artists, these lunatics would probably require a first-level finisher to deal with.

I originally wanted to use the dead energy to wipe out this gang of human traffickers in one fell swoop. After all, the dead energy is very suitable for controlling the entire situation.

The power to fulfill a wish with just pain makes Du Jue unable to resist using it.

Is there anything better than just wailing to solve everything?!

Just like a pneumatic syringe, it cannot be stopped, and it even makes the elimination efforts more unscrupulous.

But Du Jue didn't expect that this time he would poke the ring finger's lair.

“My students’ works are still a little immature, but they are very creative.”

The other person's artwork is a tree.