A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Clang.

The wine crate landed on the ground, raising a small amount of dust.

Ji Zuodao pulled a bottle of beer from the box and slammed it on the table with a bang.

Hold the bottle cap with your thumb and gently pry it open.

"Smack."

The metal bottle cap spun and flew up, tracing a thin arc before disappearing into some unknown corner.

He picked up the glass in front of him, and with a clang, the bottom of the glass hit the table with a crisp sound.

Then, they started pouring the wine.

The amber-colored liquor was poured into the glass, where it bubbled and made a soft "sizzling" sound.

Every time Ji Zuodao made a clanging sound, Li Shuwen's side would tremble three times.

His complexion changed from white to green, then from green to gray, as if a dye shop had been opened.

After filling his own glass, Ji Zuodao picked up the bottle, leaned forward slightly, and stretched out his arm to reach the empty glass in front of Li Shuwen.

He actually... bent over to pour wine for Li Shuwen.

"No, no, no! How could I trouble Investigator Ji! It would be a waste of my life! I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!"

Li Shuwen was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin. He frantically tried to get up to catch the bottle, his voice cracking.

"sit down."

Ji Zuodao didn't even lift his eyelids, only uttering two words. His voice wasn't loud, and there wasn't even much anger in it, but it was like two nails, forcefully pinning Li Shuwen's half-raised buttocks back into the chair.

"Hey." Li Shuwen looked miserable, her voice trembling, as she held out her empty cup with both hands to take it.

His hands were shaking so badly, like he had severe Parkinson's disease, that the rim of the glass tapped lightly against the bottle, spilling quite a bit of the wine.

Ji Zuodao slowly and deliberately filled his glass.

"Come."

Ji Zuodao picked up his cup, his tone indifferent.

"Let's have one!"

"Let's go... let's go!"

Li Shuwen almost held the rim of his cup to reach the bottom of Ji Zuodao's cup, bending his waist extremely low, his posture humble to the extreme.

Ji Zuodao took in all of this.

His face was gloomy, as if a storm was brewing.

In my heart, that wicked flower has already braved the storm and bloomed all over the mountains and fields, shameless and brazen.

Hey!

What the hell is this?

This is truly—

It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.

Before even touching the wine, one is already drunk; once the manuscript is published, all is lost.

Look, this ready-made, fresh leverage has just grown its own legs and "slapped" into his arms, hasn't it?

He had originally thought that getting the kid drunk and posing for some indecent photos might not be enough to control him.

Now?

Stable.

This handle is solid.

Enough for Ji Zuodao to eat for a lifetime, chewing it until it's crunchy and delicious.

As for drawing his sketchbook and ruining his reputation...

reputation?

Ji Zuodao sneered inwardly.

Why would a heretical cultivator need that thing?

Can it be used to accompany alcohol or to increase cultivation level?

Not to mention anything far away, even in those few hills in his hometown, Ji Zuodao's "reputation" has long been as foul as stale swill, so bad that dogs from all around avoid him.

He tilted his head back and downed the drink in one gulp.

Then, unhurriedly, he took out a thin blue booklet from his pocket. The cover had several square, bold characters printed on it: "Special Regulations for the Administration of Public Security in Cultivation Areas".

"Let me see..."

Ji Zuodao opened the booklet, his fingers slowly tracing the densely packed clauses, muttering to himself as if he were studying it carefully.

"Hmm...Found it."

He paused, cleared his throat, glanced at the deathly pale Li Shuwen, and then began to read in a flat, emotionless yet inexplicably chilling tone:

"Anyone who defames or slanders the personal reputation of an incumbent investigator of Bureau 749, causing adverse effects, may be punished according to the severity of the circumstances..."

He paused deliberately, then suddenly flipped his fingers backward!

wow-

The pages made a crisp sound.

Then, his voice suddenly rose, becoming firm and resolute as he uttered three words:

"Execute! Immediately!"

"thump!"

Li Shuwen's legs went weak, and he slid off the chair, collapsing onto the ground.

I was seeing stars, my ears were ringing, and all I could think of were those three words echoing in my mind:

Execute immediately... Execute immediately... Execute immediately...

Just then.

A black claw reached out silently.

Dog Master strolled over to the table, glancing at the open "Regulations" with his dog eyes, then at Ji Zuodao, who had a "fair enforcement of the law" look on his face.

Then, it slowly raised its paw, fiddled with the pages, and flipped through them from side to side.

"Snapped!"

The dog's paw patted Ji Zuodao on the back of the head with just the right amount of force.

From the dog's mouth, came out human words, clear and full of disdain:

"Oh my god..."

"Who's the kind person who flipped through the regulations like that? Damn it, did they jump straight from Article 38 to Article 72?!"

Ji Zuodao was embarrassed by Gouye's blatant sabotage. He glared at the talkative beast and coughed twice.

"Ahem... I misread it. Let me take another look. It should be 'punishment'..."

"etc!"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Shuwen, who was slumped on the ground, suddenly shouted, jumped up, grabbed the freshly opened bottle of beer on the table, and chugged it down.

Glug, glug, glug—

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and the wine dripped down the corners of his mouth, soaking his front.

The bottle was empty.

"belch--"

He let out a loud burp and slammed the empty bottle onto the table with a clatter.

His face flushed with the effects of the alcohol, but his eyes shone with an alarming brightness, as if he had made some enormous decision.

Then--

"thump!"

Li Shuwen knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist, raised them above his head, and addressed Ji Zuodao. His voice trembled slightly with excitement and alcohol, but every word was clear:

"Big brother!"

"From this day forward, my 100-odd jin of flesh and blood, Li Shuwen, is yours to command! If I even flinch, even if it means going through fire and water, I'm no longer Li!"

He finally understood.

The man in front of me is ruthless and has powerful backing. He's incredibly cunning and ruthless, capable of scheming against anyone.

Most importantly, his crucial weakness is firmly in their hands, and he can't shake it off.

If you keep hesitating and being indecisive, sooner or later this ruthless King of Hell will remember you and leave you with nothing but bones.

Instead of living in constant fear, it's better to submit this "pledge of allegiance" sooner rather than later.

If you can't beat them, join them. At least... you can become an accomplice and maybe even get some scraps.

Ji Zuodao was stunned for a moment when he saw the scene in front of him, and then the corners of his mouth turned up involuntarily.

Hey.

This kid is really not stupid.

Not only is he not stupid, he's also damn savvy.

"Hey, brother, what are you doing? Get up, get up!"

Ji Zuodao's face instantly brightened, becoming as warm and gentle as a spring breeze, and he quickly reached out to help her up.

"Your younger brother, Li Shuwen, greets your elder brother!"

Li Shuwen stood up with the help of his strength, and bowed again, making a very proper gesture.

"Sure, sure. If you follow me, I'll make sure you're well-treated! You'll eat nine meals a day!"

"Big Brother is so righteous!"

Li Shuwen immediately seized the opportunity, then rubbed his hands together, revealing a smile that was a mixture of flattery and shrewdness on his face.

"Um... Brother, now that we're family, how about we split the profits from your books 30/70? You get 70%, I get 30%!"

Good guy!

Ji Zuodao was almost laughing out of anger.

What time is it? They've got a knife to his throat, and this kid's still thinking about drawing his sketchbook!

"Hmph!" Ji Zuodao waved his hand dismissively, "A few booklets, how much can they earn? Following me, you'll never be short of benefits!"

Li Shuwen didn't speak, but silently drew a number.

"puff--!!"

Ji Zuodao spat out a mouthful of wine, splashing it all over the face of the person opposite him, Gouye.

Ji Zuodao, not even bothering to wipe his mouth, grabbed Li Shuwen's finger, his eyes wide with surprise:

"How much?! Say it again?! That piece of junk, and... this much a day?!"

Li Shuwen winced in pain as the grip tightened, but he still forced a smile and explained in a low voice:

"Hey, big brother, big brother, don't get excited... Today... today is only the first day, not many people know about it yet, so sales are just okay."

"Once we've established a strong reputation by tomorrow, demand will definitely increase several times over..."

Ji Zuodao released his grip and silently sat back down.

I picked up the bottle and poured myself a full glass.

He tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp.

Then, I poured another glass.

It's so boring.

He downed three cups in a row.

"OK."

"Since my dear brother has such filial piety..."

"Then I, brother, will accept your offer without hesitation."