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"No, sir, I have money!"
"I'll pass the exam and join World Wings soon, and I'll have plenty of money to compensate you then!"
"I hate World Wings even more, that damn pretentious thing!"
A smaller scythe came flying at her, leaving her no way to escape.
Fear and despair gripped Leslie's heart. She couldn't understand why, when she was just one step away from escaping the garbage-filled alley, such a turn of events had occurred.
Bang!
The expected pain did not come. Lesti came to her senses and looked at Du Jue, who had kicked Tae-in away.
"Du, to completely eliminate?"
Du Jue was even more surprised than Tae In when his name was called out; he had actually run into an acquaintance.
However, he still had things to do.
"Hey, leave that living weapon behind, or you're dead."
Be aware that the scattered members of the Hook Gang are regrouping around you; choose to end this as soon as possible.
Upon hearing this, McQueen, who had come forward to help Tae-in, did not hesitate to chop off Tae-in's living scythe, and then dragged the curled-up Tae-in into the alley.
"Thanks, Du Jue. Looks like you're doing well. I'll write off the money you owe me before."
"Leaving this godforsaken place was definitely the right choice."
Lesti staggered to her feet, took off her tattered mascot costume, and froze when she looked up and saw a stack of banknotes.
After trying hard to recall, Du Jue realized that he only remembered owing this guy money, so he immediately withdrew part of it from the payment.
Despite experiencing a lot of messy things, Du Jue still has his own principles, which is to repay kindness and vengeance.
"Um, I told you you don't need to pay it back, and you didn't borrow that much."
Lesti laughed and scratched her messy, short hair.
Seeing Lesti's expression, Du Jue was somewhat stunned; he hadn't seen such a normal, happy smile in a long time.
"Pay back my ass! It's a loan I gave you. You owe me nine times out of ten. Get back to World Wings and work there to pay off your debt."
"Alright then, you definitely won't misjudge me!"
In most urban situations, a relationship where you can lend each other money is probably more valuable than a life-or-death bond.
Lesti clutched the money tucked into her chest as she watched Du Jue return the way she came, her mind filled with countless strange thoughts, feeling that Du Jue had an indescribable special quality.
"Never mind, see you next time."
"Ah."
Du Jue simply waved with his back turned, and Lesti immediately fled the scene before his part-time boss or gang could find him.
puff.
He plopped back into the passenger seat, clutching the living scythe that was practically a work of art; it seemed to be entering a dormant state.
"Why did it take you so long to get just a giant chicken foot? You don't actually want to eat this, do you? A 'sickle stew'?"
"Besides, who knows what would happen if you ate a living weapon produced by Alliance Corporation?"
"Thank you for your concern."
"Who the hell cares about you?!"
As Zulu started the refrigerated truck, he sensed that the kid next to him was acting strangely, and his aggressiveness had lessened considerably.
That's right. Although this mission had some twists and turns, it was successfully completed.
Zulu was satisfied that his work went smoothly.
19 Axe Gang
Before he knew it, Du Jue, who was leaning against the car window, was woken up. He felt sore all over.
"Get off the car."
Du Jue yawned, and seeing that it was almost dark, he quickly groped for the black bag containing the payment for the goods.
However, they didn't touch anything.
"Alright, the money's with me."
"I thought I'd only get money for gas, but I never expected you could actually sell those things at the normal price."
As Zulu counted the payments, the young man guarding the factory gate quickly greeted him.
As expected, these people had ulterior motives, giving us a bunch of garbage and expecting us to meet normal performance targets, purely exploiting our labor.
Upon entering, Du Jue discovered that although the place was still somewhat chaotic, all the vendors selling dangerous goods had returned.
Seeing all those bottles and jars covered in danger signs, it's best to avoid coming here.
"You're not dead yet."
Park, who had changed to a yellow spiked belt today, glared at Du Jue and ordered someone to open the passage.
Du Jue tore off the red-sleeved jacket draped over Park Hoi's shoulder and threw it to him; it had been taken from the gang members who attacked the refrigerated truck.
Upon seeing the corpse, Du Jue couldn't resist touching it, but these guys hadn't brought anything with them except their weapons when they came out to work, and this was the only piece of clothing on the scene that wasn't stained with blood.
He originally intended to take it back to the clinic as an entrance rug.
"I specially brought you some local specialties from this business trip. This fabric is quite durable."
Park Hui, holding his coat and looking bewildered, was left behind. Du Jue and Zulu walked through the dormitory area to the factory manager's office.
Jingmei had her feet propped up on the desk, her right elbow resting on the armrest as she flipped through a piece of paper with a thumbs-up symbol on the back.
"All done, here's the payment."
Zulu put down the black bag and stood beside Jingmei, which allowed him to put down the letter and stand up.
Du Jue remained completely calm in the face of Jing Mei's extremely aggressive gaze; nothing was more terrifying than that cannibalistic chef.
“I will stop. You know I value promises the most, so naturally I don’t like betrayers.”
“Boss Jingmei, I was only forced to join the Brotherhood of Steel when I was at Good Agency, otherwise I would have died like Kaji.”
"Alright, alright, I'm too lazy to listen to this."
"I need you to make a promise to me."
Jingmei walked seriously to Du Jue. His tall stature of 1.9 meters made him have to lower his head slightly to meet Du Jue's gaze.
The exaggerated muscles pushing up his shirt and the sharp, twisted black tattoos exude an autocratic and domineering aura.
"Join the stray dogs, obey orders, and never betray them."
"Of course, I will comply with your wishes."
"I also promise you that our gang's allowance will only increase, not decrease. As for extra bonuses, you'll have to work hard for them yourself."
"Thank you for your generosity; I will repay you with my loyalty."
He stopped talking nonsense without batting an eye; the stray dog was merely a stepping stone for him to enter Lobotomy Corporation.
If you want to reach the top of the city, you must be prepared to trample everything else.
"I don't like swearing oaths of allegiance, but I will tell all those who dare to break their promises to me how I became the leader of the pack of bastards."
"You've passed. Now go report to Park Hye."
Dude, I went through all that trouble and I'm still just a regular member.
Then all his suffering was for nothing.
[Gaining a talent for part-time work: Tattooed Stray Dog]
[Description: Tattoos are both badges of honor that glorify violence and sharp shells that protect a soft exterior.]
[Effect 1: Your ability to withstand enhanced tattoos is greatly increased]
[Effect 2: You gain melee combat mastery]
【Effect 3: When you come into contact with an enemy's body in battle, you can automatically generate pigments to create tattoos until you reach your current maximum capacity】
Enhanced tattoos used to be a singularity technology that made a living for World Wings, but now that the patent has expired, they have become rampant.
The effects of surgical modification vary depending on the composition and quality of the pigment, and can significantly enhance muscle strength, even making the epidermis as hard as steel.
It can be considered a near-perfect way to become stronger in the city, the only pity is that the tattoo area on the skin is limited.
However, Du Jue knows that if it were him, tattoos would be first drawn on the body, such as internal organs or the surface of bones.
I heard that the area of his intestines alone is the size of a football field. If he were covered in tattoos inside and out, would he be able to blow up the city with one punch?
Faced with such a powerful combat growth talent, Du Jue felt overjoyed, but also gained confidence.
Jingmei noticed that Du Jue hadn't left and was still staring at him, so he rolled his eyes.
"You son of a bitch, I know what you want even without you saying a word."
"Besides me, the rest of the group are cadres and team leaders. Judging from your posture, you just want to be the team leader."
Du Jue, feeling a bit arrogant and thinking he was very capable, nodded quickly.
However, Jingmei's face darkened, and she kicked over the desk.
"Do you think this is some kind of shopping mall where I can pick and choose? Or should I just hand over the leadership position to you?"
"You didn't come here specifically for me, did you?!"
Upon hearing this, Du Jue immediately lowered his head, but in his heart, a new era had begun.
If only there were a way to temporarily borrow the position of another organization's leader, he could return it after he took the talent.
Although it's absurd, it seems plausible that some organization could exist in this ridiculous city.
"However, you are indeed quite good at making money, so let's communicate in a way that you are familiar with."
"Even if you want to be the team leader, there's no one to assign you right now. How about this, you can find some people to be your underlings. I want you to go and take down the Axe Gang leader."
"If you dare to make this bet with me, I'll make you a cadre directly."
The sudden bet caused Du Jue to lose his composure slightly.
The Axe Gang is not some worthless nobody; it's an urban legend gang, much like a stray dog.
It's a bit of a fantasy to expect him to kill the gang leader by himself; Du Jue doesn't think he's a match for Jingmei right now.
But when he thought about becoming the pinnacle of the city, Du Jue felt he had no time to waste in the back alleys; he had to become stronger as soon as possible and enter the Wings of the World.
The city waits for no one. Once the game's plot he understands disappears amidst drastic changes, the difficulty of becoming the pinnacle of the city will only increase.
His ability to navigate between various organizations relies on his intelligence advantage; otherwise, even with the help of business cards, he would have faced significant difficulties.
"I bet."
"Hahaha! You're the most arrogant guy I've ever met. Everyone else just talks big and dreams, but you actually dared to agree!"
"get out."
After bowing and turning away, he needed to gather information about the Axe Gang first, otherwise he wouldn't know where to begin.
As he walked through the bustling dormitory area, the members of those "stray dogs" didn't greet Du Jue; instead, they leaned against the balcony and watched him leave alone.
"Looks like you passed, otherwise the Zulu cadres would have dragged your body out."
"Hey, let's forget about that. I'm not one to hold grudges."
Du Jue, who had just stepped out of the passage, stopped and looked at Park Hui with some surprise. It was actually that the man with the belt who could say such a thing.
Do you really think these gangs are as vengeful as you are, and that you can reconcile with them?
Seeing Du Jue's expression, Park Hui scoffed unhappily.
“Your clothes are really nice. It’s my sister’s birthday today, and I’ve been so busy lately that I haven’t had time to buy her a gift. Consider this a small favor you did me.”
"Yeah."
I refused to respond with a smile, but these fleeting moments of warmth quickly vanished in the face of my determination to reach the summit.
"Then please give my regards to your sister, and tell her that you absolutely mustn't wish her a happy birthday."