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

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and looked at Zhang Quan.

"Old Zhang..."

Ji Zuodao sighed, pointed to his nose with his blood-stained finger, and spoke with an air of self-righteousness, tinged with the pride of a seasoned veteran:

"Let me tell you, I, Ji Zuodao, have skinned at least eight hundred, if not three thousand!"

"From three-year-old wild rabbits to three-hundred-year-old weasels, what kind of hides haven't I peeled? What kind of situations haven't I seen?"

He paused, lowering his voice as if he were discussing some industry secret:

"The key to this skinning process is the precise moment the skin separates from the flesh, before the vital energy dissipates and the spiritual energy vanishes. Only then will the skin possess the best vitality, resilience, and spiritual permeability!"

"If painkillers are administered or the animal is knocked unconscious, its blood and qi will stagnate, and its spiritual energy will dissipate... The quality of this hide will drop by at least 30%!"

He shook his head in anguish:

"A 30% drop! Old Zhang! What a waste! You'll be punished by heaven!"

Zhang Quan's lips twitched as he listened, and only one thought remained in his mind:

Am I fucking discussing leather quality with you?!

I told you not to kill someone!

He rubbed his throbbing temples and decided to try a different approach.

"But look at him like this, I'm afraid he won't last until you finish peeling..."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.

He looked down at Thor's chest, which had been partially peeled off and was now a bloody mess, and then reached out to pinch the skin next to it that hadn't been peeled off yet.

"Hmm, what you said makes sense."

Ji Zuodao nodded, seemingly convinced.

Zhang Quan just breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Ji Zuodao continued:

"Old Zhang, could you go to the kitchen and borrow a kettle of hot water for me?"

Zhang Quan was taken aback: "Boiling water? Why?"

"It's hot!"

Ji Zuoli said it as a matter of course, and even gestured with his hands:

"Boil a kettle of water, pour it over the skin to partially cook it, shrink the pores, and tighten the skin. Then it will be much easier to peel!"

The more he talked about it, the more brilliant the idea seemed, and he even started planning the details:

"The water temperature needs to be controlled well; it can't be turned up all the way, around 90 degrees is just right. Blanch it for thirty seconds, then peel it while it's still hot..."

"This way, we won't kill him, and we can improve the efficiency of skinning while ensuring the integrity of the hide..."

Ji Zuodao looked at Zhang Quan, his eyes filled with expectant anticipation: "Quickly praise me for being smart!"

"How about it? My method is pretty professional, isn't it?"

Zhang Quan stood there, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He glanced at Ji Zuodao, who was earnestly seeking praise, and then at Qiqi, who was quietly nodding beside him, indicating that "brother is right."

Finally, he looked at Thor on the ground, who could no longer even scream, only making hoarse breathing sounds from his throat.

For no apparent reason, a scene flashed into my mind: watching a pig being slaughtered during the Lunar New Year at my maternal grandmother's house in the countryside when I was a child.

That's how it works: boil water, scald the pig skin, scrape off the pig hair...

Then, it's divided, processed, and made into a delicious dish called "killing pig stew".

Zhang Quan suddenly shivered.

He silently turned around and walked out of the cell.

Incidentally, they also closed the heavy, specially made door to the cell.

The horrific scene inside was kept secret.

It also blocked out the sound of Ji Zuodao still shouting from behind:

"Hey! Old Zhang! Don't forget the kettle! Make sure it's a big one!"

On the other side, the atmosphere in the reception room of the Jinghai 749 Bureau was completely different from the "heated" atmosphere in the underground prison.

Wei Baoguo, the grandfather of the "promising" former head of the Demon Management Section, and one of the most influential senior figures in the General Bureau, was sitting upright at this moment.

Her hair was neatly combed, she was dressed in a proper Zhongshan suit, and there were two heavy-looking gift boxes at her feet.

His face showed no airs of a leader from the General Administration, but rather a weary look and a heartfelt sense of guilt.

Upon seeing Zhang Yucheng push the door open and enter, Wei Baoguo immediately stood up and, before Zhang Yucheng could speak, gave a standard, almost rigid, deep 90-degree bow.

"Director Zhang, I, Wei, have failed to properly instruct Sun, causing you and the colleagues at the Jinghai Branch Bureau any trouble!"

His voice was somber, and his attitude was so sincere that there was not a single fault with it.

"This bow is firstly to apologize for how I abused my seniority and authority to force that good-for-nothing into the Jinghai branch, disturbing your peace and breaking the rules."

He straightened up, but his back was still slightly bent, and continued speaking, his tone filled with deep fear and self-reproach:

"Secondly, it's because that wretched creature neglected his duties while in Jinghai, deceiving his superiors and concealing the truth about the monster's disappearance, almost causing an irreparable disaster! If it weren't for Director Zhang's intervention, I... I would truly be unforgivable!"

He spoke with such sincerity that his eyes even reddened.

Regarding the punishment of having his grandson's limbs broken and being publicly "exposed like dried meat," Wei Baoguo showed no dissatisfaction. Instead, he sighed heavily and gritted his teeth, saying:

"Breaking his arms and legs was saving him! It taught him a lesson! Well done! If you hadn't punished him, with that unruly nature, who knows what kind of trouble he would have caused in the future! At that time, even this old body of mine would probably have been implicated!"

Zhang Yucheng held his teacup, listening quietly. His usual gentle smile remained unchanged, but a barely perceptible hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This old man Wei... is more sensible and more straightforward than he imagined.

He readily admitted his mistake, stood at attention while being punished, and even remembered to offer a token of gratitude for the "discipline."

He's a sensible person.

Since the other party had given him so much face and paved the way so smoothly, Zhang Yucheng naturally didn't mind being a "magnanimous" leader.

The affairs of the martial world are left to the martial world to handle. But sometimes, even in officialdom, one must abide by the rules of the martial world.

He put down his teacup, his smile becoming more genuine, and waved his hand:

"Elder Wei, you flatter me. Young people are bound to make mistakes, the important thing is that they can correct them. Since your grandson's matter has already been handled according to the rules, let's let it go."

He glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled:

"It's lunchtime. Mr. Wei has come all this way, I suppose you haven't eaten yet? The bureau's canteen is simple, but the chef's skills are quite good. Shall we grab something quick and chat while we eat?"

This is a signal of goodwill.

Wei Baoguo felt relieved, knowing that he had passed his grandson's test, and a smile appeared on his face: "That's great! I've long heard that the canteen at the Jinghai branch is exceptional; I must try it today!"

The two got up and walked toward the cafeteria in a friendly atmosphere.

On the way, Zhang Yucheng seemed to remember something and casually added:

"Oh, by the way, Elder Wei, there's no need to worry. Although your grandson was punished, he received proper treatment afterward, and the broken bone was set very well. He's currently in solitary confinement and is very safe."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalance, as if to say, "We follow the rules very well."

"Rest assured, Jinghai 749 is a legitimate unit that upholds discipline and humanitarian principles. Solitary confinement is solitary confinement; we absolutely do not engage in any form of torture."

These words sound grand and righteous.

Wei Baoguo nodded repeatedly as he listened, and the last bit of unease in his heart dissipated.

It seems that Zhang Yucheng still saved face for himself and didn't let his grandson suffer too much.

That's good, that's good.

So be it. Let him suffer a little and learn his lesson.

As they talked, they had already reached the vicinity of the cafeteria.

Just then—

"Uncle! Uncle! Excuse me! Excuse me! Hot water! Hot water's here!"