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

After cleaning up the scene, Ji Zuodao called to Gouye and Qiqi, and they strolled towards the teleportation array with the rest of the group who had finished work.

Bai San Niang subconsciously lifted her foot to follow, but Ji Zuodao stopped her with his arm.

"Alright, Miss Bai, that's enough. Go home, wash up, and go to bed."

"ah?

Bai San Niang was stunned, her pale face filled with confusion.

"But...but didn't you say you'd take me to Bureau 749 for protection?"

"Hey, that was then, now is now."

Ji Zuodao grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.

"Miss Bai, think about it—"

"A bunch of foreigners are conducting illegal imprisonment and live experiments on our Jinghai territory. They even surrounded and attacked the 749 investigators who were on duty with valid credentials. When they were discovered, instead of kowtowing and admitting their mistakes, they dared to pull people around us."

"What's this called?"

"This is a blatant military provocation."

"There are some red lines that you can't cross. If you cross them, you're done for."

"There's no room for negotiation, no room for discussion. Even Jesus would get slapped twice first."

He raised his chin, gesturing for Bai San Niang to look at the dark, silent crowd ahead, which was instead beginning to gather towards several specific teleportation arrays.

"See that? This is quite a show of force."

"That damn Global Biotechnology, located in the city center, is incredibly lucky."

"If only it had registered its address in the suburbs, and built its factory in some desolate mountain area..."

Ji Zuodao clicked his tongue, a "what a pity" expression on his face:

"Now, when you look up, you won't see stars anymore."

"It must be the tail flame of the east wind."

"So, Miss Bai,"

He patted Bai San Niang's shoulder, with a light but firm touch.

"Go home now."

"Close the door."

"Take a hot bath and drink a glass of warm milk."

"Get a good night's sleep."

"Wait until you open your eyes tomorrow—"

Ji Zuodao turned around, the hem of his black trench coat billowing in the wind. He waved to Bai Sanniang with his back to her, his voice carrying a smile, yet also a chilling certainty:

"The sun shines brightly, life is peaceful, those awful, bloody, and disgusting things you shouldn't be seeing..."

"It will all be as if nothing ever happened."

"How wonderful."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the lit teleportation array.

Doggy followed him inside, yawning.

Qiqi jogged to catch up, and before entering the formation, she turned back to look at Bai Sanniang and blinked her big eyes.

A flash of light.

At the alley entrance, only Bai San Niang remained standing there.

The night breeze was slightly chilly, causing her clothes to sway gently, and she couldn't help but shiver.

She previously thought these people were bandits disguised as officials.

Now she feels...

I may have misread it.

Bandits seize territory, demanding money and profits.

And this group of people, or rather, what they represent...

What we need are rules, bottom lines, and the absolute answer to "who calls the shots in this world".

If you touch it, you'll die.

There's no room for negotiation.

Bai San Niang slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

really……

To be a law-abiding orthopedic surgeon who pays taxes on time...

That's fucking good.

She pulled her thin white robes tighter around herself, turned and slowly walked in the opposite direction from the 749 Bureau's teleportation array.

My steps were a little unsteady at first, but became more and more steady.

Miss White Bone decided to check tomorrow to see if any biotechnology companies had unfortunately "exploded" due to improper experiments.

She would definitely give it a thumbs up immediately.

……

The light from the teleportation array faded away in a spacious hall of Seven Colors Media Co., Ltd.

Ji Zuodao stepped out and found that the hall was already packed with colleagues, the atmosphere tense yet also filled with a kind of excited anticipation.

All eyes were focused on the makeshift platform in front of them.

On the stage, Director Zhang and Deputy Director Liu stood side by side, neither of them looking too happy.

And behind them—

A young man was hanging upside down!

His limbs were twisted at extremely unnatural angles, clearly having been cleanly and decisively broken. His mouth was stuffed with a tattered rag whose original color was indistinguishable, completely blocking his mouth, so he could only let out muffled "ooh-ooh" groans.

She looked like a fish caught in a fishing net, struggling in vain, swaying slightly in the air.

Ji Zuodao's eyes darted around, and he spotted Liu Ming and Zhang Quan waving at him in the crowd.

He immediately squeezed through the crowd, pushing aside several colleagues, and stood close to the two men. He lowered his voice and gestured with his chin towards the stage:

"Hey, who's that guy hanging on the platform drying meat...? Such a grand display, did Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu have to personally air out the cured meat?"

Liu Ming crossed his arms and sneered through his nose upon hearing this. His voice was extremely low, yet it revealed an undisguised schadenfreude:

"Who else could it be? Our bureau's Monster Management and Employment Guidance Section chief, that young, promising section chief."

"Wow!" Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "So young and already a section chief? Does he have connections?"

"Absolutely!"

Liu Ming curled his lip, his tone almost overflowing with sarcasm.

"It's a precious grandson that some old fogey in the General Administration forced in to get a gilded reputation. A few years ago, when Director Zhang and his team were stuck in that area, and my dad couldn't handle the pressure alone in the bureau, he just forced him in. The so-called reason was to 'help the old comrades share the workload.'"

Liu Ming spat, his tone even more disdainful:

"Pah, what a load of crap. You have no skills whatsoever, you can't even recite the rules and regulations, you can't recognize three sentences of foreign languages, all you do is put on airs and swagger around all day."

"He always sits in the head seat at meetings and always says 'My grandfather said' when he speaks. Hey, my dad is a deputy director and Old Zhang's uncle is a director, but neither of them are as arrogant as him."

Ji Zuodao listened with great interest, then pointed to the pitiful appearance of the person on the stage: "So what's happening now...?"

Zhang Quan, standing to the side, chimed in. His baby face was expressionless, but his eyes held a cold glint in them.

"When my uncle saw the footage from the body camera you sent back, he immediately turned around and led a team to check the files and police reports of all the registered monsters in Jinghai City in recent years."

He smacked his lips and shook his head:

"Tsk tsk, you don't know until you investigate, and you find out that our section chief is just a complete idiot with gold trim."

"The Demon Management Department was in complete chaos under his management. The accounts were in disarray, the files were missing, and even the most basic statistics on the movement of demons were inaccurate."

"What's most ingenious is that in recent years, there have been several reports of monsters going missing. His subordinates had already reported them, but he suppressed them by issuing the order that 'there is insufficient evidence, so the case should be temporarily suspended.' In reality, he was afraid that it would affect his 'stable achievements' during his period of gilding his reputation."

"Damn it, you're a troublemaker, no, I mean, a scourge on the herd."

Liu Ming chuckled, patted Ji Zuodao on the shoulder, pointed to the stage, and said in a lighthearted tone:

"So, the evidence is conclusive, and he's guilty of multiple crimes. Uncle Zhang nodded in agreement, and my father personally did the deed, breaking his arms and legs and hanging him up to be preserved like dried meat."

"Uncle Zhang has already personally called that old man at the General Administration."

"Have him come to Jinghai in person tomorrow to redeem the person."

"Redemption?" Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely." Liu Ming's smile widened, tinged with a hint of excitement that seemed to thrive on chaos. "Uncle Zhang's exact words were—"

"Your grandson has made a complete mess of the Demon Management Department of Jinghai 749, causing a major disaster."

"This debt must be settled."

"Either you come with sincerity, and we'll talk according to the rules regarding internal management negligence that has caused significant losses."

"Or...?"

"I will prosecute him for espionage, which is based on conclusive evidence of collusion with foreign forces and endangering national security."

"Just kill him."

"You choose."

After listening, Ji Zuodao remained silent for two seconds, then slowly raised a thumb.

Sure enough, experience is the best teacher.