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

On the high platform, Zhang Yucheng took two steps forward and stopped.

He didn't have a prepared speech or his hands behind his back; he just stood there casually, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his gaze slowly sweeping over every face in the audience.

His gaze was neither sharp nor fierce, and it didn't even seem murderous.

It just looks ordinary, like they're counting heads.

But with just a casual glance, the previously slightly agitated hall instantly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Even the muffled groans of the "dried meat" on the stage seemed to be lowered by eight octaves.

"Is everyone here?"

Zhang Yucheng spoke, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"All of them are here!"

On the stage, Deputy Director Liu responded in a deep voice.

"OK."

Zhang Yucheng nodded, then remained silent for two seconds, as if organizing his thoughts or savoring something.

Then he spoke.

The moment he opened his mouth, that air of "aloof and dignified Grand Master" vanished.

Instead, it was a blend of the rough, untamed nature of a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and outlaws), the sense of entitlement of someone who has long held a high position, and the restless, fiery aura of a bandit leader who is "I'm really unhappy today."

"Enough with the small talk."

"A bunch of foreign bastards have crossed the line."

"In our Jinghai, our territory, they kidnap our people, harass our demons, open our bellies for experiments, and they even dare to drag people to surround our brothers."

As Zhang Yucheng spoke, he even smiled slightly, but the smile was faint and lacked warmth.

"What's this called?"

"That's called being ungrateful."

"As the old saying goes, this is called taking advantage of someone's kindness."

He paused, his gaze finding Ji Zuodao in the crowd. He nodded slightly to him, his voice still steady, but each word sounded like a nail driven into the ground:

"Xiao Ji did a good job earlier. She caught some fish, got the line, got surrounded, and managed to get her territory back."

"But that's not enough."

"Not nearly enough."

Zhang Yucheng's voice finally deepened, carrying a sense of impending doom:

"If they dare to reach out, they should be prepared to have their claws chopped off."

"If they dare to surround our people, they should be prepared to be wiped out by us... without exception."

"Today, just one sentence—"

He raised one hand, held up one finger, and his gaze, sharp as lightning, swept across the entire room once more:

"Every single one of those foreign bastards in that damn biotech company."

"Slaughter them all."

"Don't leave them even the bone fragments."

"Did you understand?!"

The last sentence was uttered with a sudden rise in volume, like a thunderclap, echoing throughout the hall!

"clear--!!!"

The response was so overwhelming it almost lifted the roof off!

There were no slogans, no oaths, only the most basic, blood-stained killing intent.

Ji Zuodao stood in the crowd, listening to the heavy breathing and suppressed growls of his colleagues around him, and feeling the murderous aura in the air that almost solidified into a tangible substance...

He licked his slightly dry lips.

In his chest, a long-lost, burning emotion, mixed with violence and excitement, hissed and shot straight to the top of his head like a lit fuse.

As a result, the dark veins beneath his skin, which had been dormant for so long, began to writhe and twitch restlessly, sending out waves of hungry, tearing-out throbbing.

"Damn it..." Ji Zuodao cursed under his breath, not knowing who he was cursing, but he couldn't help but grin fiercely at the corners of his mouth.

That's more like it.

That makes sense.

Liu Ming nudged him on the shoulder, winked, and lowered his voice: "How was it, Brother Ji? Was Director Zhang's pre-battle pep talk... good?"

"That's great." Ji Zuodao nodded emphatically, his words concise and to the point. "It's a million times more effective than those bureaucrats chanting scriptures."

"Absolutely!" Liu Ming said with pride. "My dad said that back in the day, before their gang went out to chop people up, Master Zhang... oh no, Director Zhang, that's how he talked. It was incredibly inspiring!"

On stage, Zhang Yucheng seemed quite satisfied with the atmosphere.

He said no more, but simply raised his hand and waved it gently at the several teleportation arrays on the side of the hall, which were already lit up with intricate patterns.

"Get to work."

No further commands.

The men in black trench coats, who had been itching to get started, split into several groups like tigers released from their cages, silently and swiftly rushing toward different teleportation arrays.

The light flashed repeatedly, and the figure quickly disappeared.

Ji Zuodao followed the flow of people and stepped into one of the formations.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me, and the scene before my eyes blurred and then reassembled in an instant.

When the vision cleared again, I found myself on a quiet street.

The night was deep, and the cold wind was biting.

Not far ahead, a modern office building stands out rather conspicuously among the surrounding low-rise buildings, its neon sign "Tekbio" on the roof emitting a cold light in the night.

At this moment, the building was shrouded in an eerie silence.

There were no lights, no sounds, like a huge, silent coffin.

From all directions, in the shadows, on rooftops, and at alley entrances, countless figures dressed in black trench coats appeared like ghosts, silently completing the encirclement.

It was completely blocked.

Zhang Yucheng stood at the front of the group, the night wind blowing the hem of his trench coat.

He looked up at the building, his face expressionless, and slowly raised his right hand.

He spread his five fingers and aimed them at the lifeless office building.

Then, give it a gentle squeeze.

"Supernatural Power! Sixth Heaven Cloud Tower Palace!"

"Buzz—!!!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, no dazzling explosion of light.

There was only a deep, resonant, and majestic hum that seemed to resonate directly in the depths of one's soul!

A hazy, beautiful light and shadow, somewhere between reality and illusion, spread out instantly like ink drops in water!

Amidst the light and shadow, one can vaguely see magnificent palaces and pavilions, shrouded in celestial mist, with rays of light shining in all directions, and it seems as if stars are flowing and the sun and moon are shining together.

The supernatural power precisely enveloped the entire Tektronix building, as well as all 749 investigators outside.

The next second—

The light and shadow converged.

The office building, with its few scattered lights, still stood there, as if nothing had ever happened.

But inside and outside the building, all living things—

Whether it's the researcher still working overtime, the patrolling security guard, the monster lurking in the shadows, or the desperate victim imprisoned in the basement...

And all 749 investigators.

In that instant, they were all forcibly dragged into the supernatural space called "Six Heavens Cloud Tower Palace".

In the real world, only an empty, silent building remains, devoid of all life.

Several vehicles painted with police and military markings drove up silently and stopped in front of the building.

Fully armed personnel quickly got out of the vehicles, set up cordon lines, affixed seals, and took control of all entrances and exits.

Skilled in action and following standardized procedures.

The officer in charge looked up at the building, then at his watch, and whispered into his communicator:

"Report: The target building has been taken over and the interior has been emptied. Repeat, the interior has been emptied. The sealing-off process can begin."

A calm reply came from the other end of the communicator: "Received. Proceed as planned. Make sure the video footage is archived, and the report is written... in a plausible manner."

"clear."

The officer put away his communicator and waved.

"Go in and search thoroughly. Take what needs to be taken, dismantle what needs to be dismantled, ledgers, hard drives, lab records... don't leave out a single piece of paper."

"As for the remaining empty shells..."

He paused, a cold, hard smile curving his lips:

"Make good use of it and create a decent crime scene."

"After all, such a large company was tragically wiped out due to an internal accident caused by illegal experiments..."

"We have to leave something behind to give the outside world an explanation."

The team members understood immediately and quickly rushed into the building.

In the darkness, only the reflective strips of the police tape flashed under the dim streetlights.