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

After this battle, Ji Zuodao's fearsome reputation in the Jinghai cultivation circle was completely cemented on his forehead, and even gilded with a layer of gold.

If his previous solo challenge to the Hehuan Sect was awe-inspiring due to his martial prowess, then this series of "extermination schemes" is truly terrifying.

Pure brutes are not lacking in Jinghai 749, and various sects have seen plenty of them too.

No matter how strong you are, can you be stronger than the law? No matter how hard your fist is, can it be harder than the regulations?

As long as you know the rules and how to find loopholes, there's always room for maneuver. Everyone can have fun behind closed doors.

But this gentleman is different.

He doesn't play games with you, nor does he confront you head-on.

He would smile and, holding the official document from Bureau 749 and the "Special Regulations for the Administration of Public Security in Xiuxing," would explain the rules and procedures to you, politely asking you to "cooperate with the registration."

Then, using the rules you are most familiar with and the most compliant methods, little by little, you will scrape clean the treasures your ancestors have accumulated over eighteen generations, cleaner than a dog has licked.

It's so clean you couldn't squeeze even a drop of oil out of its bones.

kill?

That's too low-end.

This is a combination of "heart-piercing" and "extermination of lineage." After this series of blows, you're still alive, the temple is still standing, and the Buddha is still sitting.

But the interior is empty.

Even the few coins at the bottom of the donation box only make a sound when donated by fellow practitioners.

Look at those eminent monks from Jinding Temple, now practicing their martial arts over a few rotten vegetable leaves in the market.

Looking at the heads of the other temples, they now treat the investigators from the 749th Bureau like family, eagerly handing over their account books and begging to be registered, practically reporting the color of their underwear...

What is professionalism?

That's what professionalism is all about.

What is deterrence?

This is called deterrence.

No knife needed, no bloodshed, and he even maintained a smile throughout.

So you willingly or unwillingly empty your savings, and you still have to thank him for helping you "clarify your assets".

The well-informed Beggars' Sect's Jinghai branch has reportedly sent people to contact the old monk Jinchi, implying, "Master, your temple's business situation seems quite similar to our sect's corporate culture. Perhaps you should consider... a strategic merger?"

The Jinghai Qi Cultivator Forum exploded again.

A rational discussion: Between "Living Yama" Ji Zuodao and former "Bloody Hand Butcher" Zhang San, who has caused greater damage to the business environment of the cultivation world in Jinghai?

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Help! Two unexplained incomes suddenly appeared in my sect's account. Is it too late to turn myself in? I need help urgently!

Breaking news! A sign has been put up at the entrance of Miaoyin Nunnery that reads, "This nunnery is poor and refuses donations; fellow travelers, please do not disturb!" Is this a new type of performance art?

On the forum, Ji Zuodao has acquired another string of nicknames.

"Master of Extinction," "Master of Scraping Three Feet of Earth," "Compliance King of Hell," "Smiling Harvester"...

Some people even created a series of memes based on the blurry video of the "fierce battle" at the market that night, which became a hit.

The image of the old monk Jinchi with a bruised and swollen face, still clutching a half-rotten vegetable leaf.

Coupled with the phrase "This is mine! It's all mine!", it became a favorite PPT material used by sect leaders in internal meetings to warn about "compliant operations".

A fearsome reputation is not scary.

What's terrifying is the wisdom that lies beneath that fearsome reputation—the ability to manipulate rules and calculate human hearts down to the last detail, and the ruthlessness to leave no stone unturned.

Now, the cultivators of Jinghai have finally understood.

This newly appointed "King Yama" isn't here to overturn the table.

He came to revise the rules of the game, and then, with a smile, he took all the chips on the table, along with the tablecloth.

For a time, the atmosphere in the Jinghai cultivation community became "clean".

The atmosphere of various sects actively sorting out their accounts and paying taxes has risen to an unprecedented level.

Even Qi practitioners who get into street fights will subconsciously look around before making a move, fearing that the "smiling harvester" might be squatting in some corner with a notebook, waiting to "register the damages from the fight and assess the amount of compensation."

Deputy Director Liu looked with a smile at the graceful downward curve on the public security report and the beautiful upward straight line on the tax report.

"This kid... by sheer luck, he's created a harmonious society where 'everyone obeys the law and everyone rushes to be first'?"

He muttered to himself, glancing again at the pleasing number on the report.

"Forget it, black cat or white cat, as long as it catches mice... no, as long as it can bring back gold bricks, it's a good cat."

Meanwhile, the other protagonist of the incident, Comrade Ji Zuodao, was looking up at his still substantial but noticeably slowing-down "secret stash" of money, sighing deeply with heartache:

"Damn it, how come this generation of韭菜 (a metaphor for retail investors) has such high awareness?!"

"Give me a little resistance! Hold back a little! Give me, your Taoist master, some room to maneuver, okay?!"

"Everyone's so conscientious... I, Daoist Master, feel no sense of accomplishment, and I don't have any extra income!"

Beside him, Dog was gnawing on a meat bone he'd somehow acquired. Hearing this, he lazily lifted his eyelids and scoffed:

"They're all squeezing every last drop of profit. The entire industry's 'moral bottom line' and 'compliance standards' have reached their ceiling. Everyone would rather starve than let you find any fault with them."

"You've narrowed your own path, you silly boy."

Ji Zuo said: "..."

He glanced at the posts on the forum, at the report from Deputy Director Liu that described the "situation as excellent," and then at his own stagnant savings account.

Suddenly, I realized the true meaning of this fearsome reputation...

It doesn't seem to be all sweet.

At least, the prospects for making money have visibly become more difficult.

After this commotion, Ji Zuodao lost his job again.

No, he's unemployed.

His act of "sending warmth" has effectively brought the "heating season" in the Jinghai cultivation circle to an early end.

As a result, Ji Zuodao returned to his previous state of aimlessly wandering around the streets, unable to achieve any results.

But this time, it felt a little different.

In the past, when I ran into colleagues at the bureau, we would just nod to each other and have a very basic relationship.

Now?

Good guy!

Ji Zuodao had just strolled into the Seven Colors Media building when he was overwhelmed by a wave of enthusiasm before he even went inside.

"Investigator Ji! Good morning! Have you eaten? If not, I have some freshly bought pan-fried buns!"

"Brother Ji! It's been a few days, and you're even more charming than before! Are you free tonight? My treat, let's go for hot pot!"

"Little Ji, come here, try the pickles your aunt just sent, they're so good with rice!"

"Master Daoist! Master Daoist, please wait! Your move last time... wow, it was amazing! When will you have time to teach our team a lesson and share some of your advanced experience?"

From the lobby on the first floor to the elevator, a mere few dozen meters away, Ji Zuodao had two roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), a bag of soy milk, and three packets of melon seeds stuffed into his hands.

My arm was slapped no less than ten times, my back was throbbing with pain, and my usual harmless, shy smile was almost frozen.

The key point is that these investigators, who are usually incredibly busy and cool, are all all smiles, have eager eyes, and shake hands firmly. Their sincerity in inviting them to dinner is almost overflowing.

The way he acted wasn't like he was dealing with a colleague, but more like he was seeing a generous benefactor...

No, it's meeting their "reincarnated parents" who can make them leave work on time, eat on time, and double their year-end bonuses!

Ji Zuodao was completely bewildered by this sudden and excessive enthusiasm, and he couldn't help but wonder:

Are these people... out of their minds? Or is it just that my face is covered in bruises?