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

The battle has ended, and this special law enforcement operation to smash kilns down the mountain has come to a successful conclusion.

The battle was very successful, with two high-ranking enemy officers captured alive and countless enemy soldiers wiped out.

Only one person on our side was injured.

A certain office worker got so excited while fighting for kills that he slapped someone too hard and sprained his hand. He's currently grimacing as he applies some safflower oil to his wound.

After venting his anger, Ji Zuodao saw that the foolish fox was safe and sound under the nourishment of the starlight, and its breathing was gradually stabilizing. So the resentment in his heart dissipated.

With this moment of calm, the shrewdness ingrained in his bones, the kind of cunning that belonged to the heretical Grandet, immediately surfaced.

"We lost money..."

He licked his little tiger teeth, his mind racing with calculations.

"Worked most of the night, gained nothing, and even lost a lot of my life force... Damn it, when has Ji Zuodao ever done such a losing business?"

Just as I was wondering where to make up for it, my ears suddenly caught a conversation not far away.

It was Deputy Director Liu whispering to Director Zhang, while the two of them stared at Derek and Sol, who were piled up on the ground like New Year's goods.

"Old Zhang." Deputy Director Liu pointed his chin at the two "New Year's gifts" and made a crisp, clean throat-slitting gesture.

"These two...aren't they just going to insert them directly?"

Zhang Yucheng waved his hand, "It would be a waste to insert them. These two useless people are more valuable alive than dead."

He paused, a warm smile spreading across his face:

"With the Lunar New Year just around the corner, I was pondering whether this year's year-end bonuses for my colleagues were a bit too modest... Perfect timing, here comes a ready-made fat sheep!"

"These foreigners are stupid, rich, powerful, and incredibly concerned about their image. Their key figures and top fighters have fallen into our hands and become prisoners… Tell me, how much money and how much flesh will they have to sacrifice to ransom them back?"

Upon hearing this, Deputy Director Liu suddenly realized what was going on, and then spat out, "Damn it, those two bastards got off easy!"

"Cheap?" Zhang Yucheng's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes turned cold.

"As long as they can breathe and get out alive, that's enough. Until then..."

"Put them in our cells first. Have the brothers take turns giving them a good workout. When their families come to pick them up, they'll have to..."

Zhang Yucheng thought for a moment and chose a more vivid way of putting it:

"We'll skin them alive."

His intention was metaphorical, meaning to extract a large sum of compensation, technology, and even political leverage from the opposing organization.

What is said unintentionally may be taken to heart by the listener.

Ji Zuodao, who had been eavesdropping nearby, suddenly had his eyes light up!

Peeling?

I know this very well! It's a perfect match for my major!

He acted almost without thinking; his body did it first.

With a flick of his wrist, the gleaming, skinning dagger, specially designed for processing "high-grade materials," was already in his hand!

He darted to the unconscious Thor in one stride, crouched down without a word, and pressed the tip of his knife against Thor's muscular, bronze face that still smelled of burnt flesh.

The technique was professional, and the angle was tricky.

When Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu realized something was wrong and turned around to look—

"Sizzle—!!!"

A tooth-grinding, eerie sound of leather being forcibly torn apart exploded simultaneously with Thor's suddenly rising, shrill, inhuman scream!

"Ughh ...

Ji Zuodao's men had already peeled off a large piece of skin from Thor's face, following the muscle lines!

Blood was everywhere, muscles were exposed, and the scene was extremely horrifying.

It wasn't that Ji Zuodao was deliberately torturing people—well, maybe a little bit.

The main reason is that this guy, Thor, has a strong physique; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to take so many punches from Uncle Liu.

Even with their strength sealed, their skin and muscles remain taut and firm, displaying astonishing resilience.

Ordinary methods are really not easy to use. Ji Zuodao can only use a small peeling knife to slowly grind it down bit by bit, like cutting flesh with a dull knife.

The effect... was exceptionally stimulating.

Thor's screams were extremely penetrating, echoing throughout the gradually calming Cloud Tower Palace, truly creating a lively atmosphere reminiscent of "the village slaughtering pigs as the year draws to a close."

The unconscious Dreyer was awakened by this.

"Hey! You brat! What are you doing?!"

Deputy Director Liu's eyelids twitched. He darted forward, grabbed Ji Zuodao by the back of his collar, lifted him up, and glared at him, asking questions.

Ji Zuodao, still holding a skinning knife, looked up at these words, his face filled with innocence and confusion:

"Huh? Didn't you two say you wanted to skin them alive?"

He brandished the peeler in his hand, his tone brimming with self-righteousness and a hint of pride that "I can finally help."

"I'm good at this job. Let me do it. I guarantee I'll strip you clean and intact, without affecting the second... uh, without affecting the escort."

Deputy Director Liu was amused by his antics and playfully smacked him on the back of the head with his free hand: "Is that what we meant?! You've got sharp ears and a faster hand!"

"Alright, alright, Lao Liu, put him down."

Zhang Yucheng chuckled at the unexpected turn of events and shook his head.

He looked at Ji Zuodao's "I'm professional and I'm proud" attitude, and then glanced at Thor, who was screaming in agony on the ground.

He hesitated for less than a second.

Zhang Yucheng's lips curled into a smile, and he waved his hand, his tone carrying a hint of indulgence and a nonchalant "making use of waste" attitude:

"Alright then. Since you're so eager..."

"These two are yours."

He paused, then added, his smile as gentle as ever:

"Anyway, I'm tough and can withstand any hardship."

"Remember, as long as you don't kill him, keep him breathing..."

"Do whatever you want with the rest."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao's eyes instantly shone as brightly as the Venus on the top of the Cloud Tower Palace!

"Yes, sir!"

He responded loudly, his mouth widening into a grin that revealed his teeth.

Hey.

made money.

Blood earned!

Two top-tier physical cultivators, prisoners of war, and rare foreign breeds at that, are at his disposal!

Wow, Director Zhang really cares about his subordinates, finding all sorts of ways to give him year-end bonuses!

Ji Zuodao, beaming with satisfaction, squatted back down next to Thor, looking at the other's face contorted with extreme pain and fear, and gave him a "kind and friendly" smile.

"Don't be afraid, buddy."

"Let's... take it slow."

"My cooking skills are pretty good."

Thor: "...!!!"

Derek: "...!!!"

With his last ounce of strength, De Layle shakily raised his head, his chest emitting a hoarse, bellowing sound, and stared intently at Zhang Yucheng.

Using all the fluent and clear Mandarin he had ever learned in his life, he roared out, word by word:

"Zhang, Yu, Chen!"

"What you're doing is...illegal!!"

"We...we are prisoners of war! We are protected by international law! I demand that you...you must treat us humanely in accordance with the provisions of the Geneva Convention!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, almost as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death. His voice rose several decibels, carrying an absurd, desperate sense of justice:

"Treating prisoners of war... is... is immoral! It's a disgrace to the civilized world!"

There was a moment of silence.

Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu, who was standing next to him, stopped at the same time.

The two exchanged a glance.

Both sides saw the same genuine product in each other's eyes...

confused.