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

After driving at least three blocks away from the neighborhood where the Jinghai 749 Bureau was located, Wei Xu, who had been lying slumped on the stretcher with his eyes closed as if he had only one breath left, suddenly opened his eyes.

Then--

"Awooo—!!!"

A shrill, distorted scream, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, mixed with a ghostly howl, exploded in the enclosed carriage!

Wei Baoguo, who was resting with his eyes closed, was so startled that he trembled all over and almost jumped up from his leather seat.

"Grandpa! Grandpa—!!!"

Wei Xu didn't care about the demeanor of a noble family scion, nor did he care about the excruciating pain of his broken limbs. He started wailing at the top of his lungs, his face covered in tears and snot.

What's even more astonishing is that, along with this earth-shattering wail, a large patch of dark, warm, and distinctly pungent stain quickly spread across the stretcher fabric beneath him.

I was so scared I peed my pants.

Seriously scared to death.

Wei Baoguo was startled by the sudden shout and almost dropped the thermos he had just picked up.

He frowned as he looked at his grandson, who was usually arrogant but was now crying and had wet his pants. He felt a mixture of disgust, heartache, and a sense of "just as I expected."

"Stop crying! Stop it! Look at you, so pathetic!" he scolded in a low voice, but there was no real anger in his tone.

How could Wei Xu possibly hold back?

It was as if a floodgate of fear had been opened for him; tears and snot streamed down his face, his body trembled violently from the pain of the broken bones and the lingering fear, his voice distorted, and he cried out incoherently:

"Skinning them alive! Peeling them alive! Grandpa! I saw it with my own eyes! Right through the small window in the cell door! I could see it clearly!!"

Wei Xu cried so hard he could barely breathe, his voice cracking, filled with the devastation and lingering fear of surviving a disaster.

"That foreign devil screamed more pitifully than a pig being slaughtered! That guy surnamed Ji... with such a small knife, bit by bit, slowly, peeled it away! The blood... the flesh... oh my god..."

He seemed to recall some extremely horrifying scene, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably. The urge to urinate that had just subsided seemed to be starting to surge again.

"Later...later Zhang Quan even came over carrying a huge kettle of boiling water! Scalding hot! The kind that's steaming! He said he wanted to...to scald it so it would be cooked before peeling!"

"I...I was right across from them! In the VIP seats! An immersive panoramic sound experience! I heard that 'sizzle' of boiling water being poured on, that foreigner's screams...I heard it so clearly! Now, every time I close my eyes, I see that image! My ears are still ringing!"

Wei Xu grabbed Wei Baoguo's sleeve, his fingers turning white with fear as he gripped it tightly, tears streaming down his face.

"Grandpa! I really didn't mean to hold it in until now... I was scared! I was afraid that if I had peed in the cell, the smell... if it got out and that guy surnamed Ji smelled it, he would have found it annoying..."

He hiccuped, and his logic, born of extreme fear, became unusually clear and simple:

"Think about it, whether he strips one or two, it's the same to him. One more or one less won't make a difference... What if he thinks my urine smell is affecting his work mood and just drags me in to deal with me as well... then I... I..."

Wei Xu couldn't continue speaking, only desperate sobs remained.

He now has a real psychological trauma about Ji Zuodao, a trauma bigger than the Pacific Ocean.

He had seen ruthless and vicious people before when he was in the General Administration.

But when those people were ruthless, their faces were either ferocious, excited, or coldly indifferent.

But Ji Zuodao is different.

Wei Xu could see everything clearly through the small window in the cell door—

When Ji Zuodao was skinning the animal, his face showed no ferocity, excitement, or indifference.

It was a kind of... a near-devout focus, a seriousness towards precious works of art, even...

Wei Xu racked his brains and finally found an adjective that even he found absurd and chilling—

happy.

Yes, happiness.

When Ji Zuodao was skinning people alive, his face radiated a joy that came from being immersed in his beloved work and about to complete a satisfying piece of art...

Happiness.

This realization sent chills down Wei Xu's spine more than any gory scene.

A pervert who finds pleasure in skinning people alive and derives happiness from it...

This guy is no ordinary ruthless person.

This is a pleasure-type psychopath! The ultimate breed that can turn torture into an artistic achievement and a sense of professional fulfillment!

Just thinking about this made Wei Xu feel a tightness in his bladder, and the urge to urinate that he had just stopped was starting to surge again.

"Waaah... Grandpa... I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."

Wei Xu cried so sincerely and with deep regret, clutching Wei Baoguo's sleeve tightly as if grasping at a last straw:

"I promise I will work hard from now on! I will be responsible and disciplined! I will never slack off or cheat! I will never deceive my superiors! I will study every single document issued by my superiors! I will report the case of the missing monster immediately! I will never dare to do it again! I really won't dare to do it again!"

Wei Baoguo: "..."

He looked at his grandson, who was crying uncontrollably, terrified and wetting himself, but whose eyes were filled with genuine fear and regret.

There was a full ten seconds of silence.

Then, Wei Baoguo slowly, very slowly blinked.

The expressions on his face changed from initial shock and anger, to heartache, to lingering fear...

It gradually transformed into a mixture of absurdity, understanding, and a sliver of relief.

Eh?

This……

By sheer accident, this worthless thing... cured its problem?

I've tried everything before: beatings, scoldings, solitary confinement, withholding allowances, demoting people to lower levels... I've tried every trick in the book.

This wretched child outwardly submits, but secretly continues to do as he pleases. Relying on his family background and his seniority in the General Administration, he is not exactly tyrannical, but he is close.

This time it's different.

He was detained in cell 749 of Jinghai for less than 24 hours.

The effect is outstanding!

The psychological trauma from this is probably enough to last a lifetime.

Judging from this situation, let alone committing crimes or neglecting his duties, he'll probably be grateful if he's asked to work overtime—after all, overtime is just tiring, not like waiting in line for boiling water.

The pang of heartache that Wei Baoguo felt for giving a precious gift suddenly dissipated considerably.

I even feel...

This gift was well worth it!

It was totally worth it!

This isn't a den of iniquity; it's clearly a "problem cadre behavior correction center" and a "demonstration base for the re-education of spoiled brats"!

Wei Baoguo looked at the street scene rushing past the window, then glanced at his grandson beside him, who had cried himself to sleep and started hiccuping. His mind was already racing:

Once this wretched child's limbs have healed and his mental state has stabilized...

How about... we prepare some more generous gifts, find an excuse, and send our grandson to Jinghai 749 for a period of "exchange and learning"?

Or, why not discuss with Zhang Yucheng about setting up a "Problem Cadre Training Program in Jinghai"?

Let those people who are just coasting along, showing off their seniority, and having unrealistic expectations come and experience it for themselves.

Wei Baoguo thought about it more and more and felt that the idea was brilliant.

Sure enough, experience is the best teacher.

Zhang Yucheng, that old fox, really knows how to deal with people... no, I mean, education officials.

Wei Baoguo curled up a sly smile and leaned comfortably into the leather seat.

Ok.

I'll arrange it right away.

This gift must be given.

We'll have to add even more to the offer.