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

Not two days after Wei Baoguo left, another wave of people came to redeem others.

Two foreigners from a free country.

Zhang Yucheng could still put on a polite attitude towards Wei Baoguo, showing "deep camaraderie" and "giving him face".

But what about these foreign devils...?

Zhang Yucheng didn't even bother to put on his usual gentle smile.

The atmosphere inside the meeting room was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

Zhang Yucheng sat upright in the main seat, his black trench coat impeccably tailored, with steam rising from the teacup beside him.

Deputy Director Liu leaned lazily against the wall behind him, arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eyes half-open, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

On either side of the conference room, twenty-eight figures stood silently like sculptures.

They were all wearing black trench coats, their skin as sharp as knives.

They were the heads of the twenty-eight branches of the Dongxing Society back then, and now the most senior and ruthless investigators in the Jinghai 749 Bureau.

They said nothing, just crossed their arms, put their hands in their pockets, or lowered their eyes slightly, their gazes calm to the point of indifference, all fixed on the two foreign men in suits opposite them.

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

It's just watching it in an ordinary way.

It's like looking at two pieces of pork that aren't very fresh at the market, wondering whether to cut them up and stir-fry them or mince them.

Edward stood in front of the conference table, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, a stiff smile plastered on his face, trying hard to make his voice sound sincere and respectable:

"Director Zhang, we have conducted a very serious internal study and discussion regarding the compensation plan proposed by your side."

"We acknowledge that in this unfortunate incident, our personnel did indeed make some... well, operational errors and misjudgments, causing you some inconvenience and losses..."

He carefully considered every diplomatic phrase, trying to downplay "transnational kidnapping, live experimentation, and attacks on law enforcement officers" as "operational errors."

"Therefore, in order to properly resolve the dispute and safeguard the friendly relations between the two countries, we are willing to assume corresponding and reasonable compensation responsibilities."

"There are still some details regarding the specific amount and payment method of the compensation, which need to be discussed further amicably with you..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, neither too loud nor too soft.

Standing next to Edward was a tall, robust old man with a full head of neatly combed silver hair and a face as hard as granite.

—Wolf.

Delaire's uncle, who is also one of the top experts in their country's supernatural circles, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He slammed his hand on the gleaming conference table.

Wolf's face was grim, and his hawk-like gray-blue eyes held suppressed anger and a haughty arrogance that came with long-held superiority.

He'd had enough!

From the moment he stepped through that door, he was seething with anger!

Wolf was always treated as an honored guest and received exceptional courtesy, no matter which country he visited or which power he faced.

Not only will he be served the best food and wine, but he may not even have the seat of honor, but at least he should have a decent, equal position!

But what is this?

This Eastern man named Zhang Yucheng sat in the main seat with an air of authority.

The guy behind him, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and an unsteady posture, looked like a bodyguard or thug.

There were also more than twenty people in black clothes standing on both sides, like a special honor guard.

Wolf and their foreign ministry's spineless Edward stood there like two prisoners being interrogated!

There isn't even a chair!

He was standing, while the other person was sitting.

What kind of hospitality is this?!

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Wolf was Zhang's subordinate!

"Director Zhang!"

Wolf's voice was like muffled thunder, thick with a foreign accent, yet every word was clear, forceful, and full of questioning and displeasure:

"We are here today with the utmost sincerity to resolve this issue! We are here to negotiate!"

"Is this how you treat your guests?!"

He raised his hand, pointed forcefully to the polished floor beneath his feet, then to the comfortable chair Zhang Yucheng was sitting in, and finally swept his gaze over the silent figures in black trench coats on either side, his anger almost overflowing:

"Not even a seat?! Are we being made to stand like prisoners?! And there are so many other people standing around... What, are you trying to intimidate us?!"

The meeting room was completely silent.

Only Wolf's angry echoes lingered in the air.

Edward's face turned pale. He desperately tried to signal to Wolf, cursing the old man a hundred times in his mind.

Good heavens! What kind of time is this?! Still putting on airs like a powerful figure?! Can't you see the entourage they're displaying?! Is this a place where you can talk about "hospitality"?!

Zhang Yucheng finally made a move.

He slowly raised his right hand, which had been resting on the armrest, and gently waved it at the furious Wolf.

His movements were so casual, like he was shooing away an annoying fly.

A hint of...helplessness even appeared on his face?

"Mr. Wolf..."

Zhang Yucheng spoke, his voice gentle, even tinged with a hint of confusion:

"I think you might have misunderstood something."

He paused, then smiled slightly under Wolf's somber gaze, and added:

"Those things just now..."

"This is not called a show of force."

The moment the words left his mouth.

In the depths of Zhang Yucheng's usually calm and unwavering eyes, a pure white, dazzling starlight, seemingly capable of piercing through all illusions, suddenly shone brightly!

"Buzz—!!!"

A magnificent and powerful Daoist voice, seemingly descending from the heavens, resounded without warning deep within the souls of everyone in the conference room!

"That's what you call..."

Zhang Yucheng's voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable, all-encompassing calmness, clearly reaching Wolf and Edward's ears:

"A show of force."

Edward felt a blur before his eyes and a "buzz" in his ears, as if he had instantly traveled through endless time and space.

As the heart-stopping dizziness subsided slightly, he discovered in horror—

The meeting room is gone.

Long tables, chairs, ceilings, floors... all the modern furnishings have disappeared!

Instead, a magnificent sea of ​​clouds stretched endlessly, radiant with countless rays of light and auspicious clouds!

Above the sea of ​​clouds, magnificent palaces and pavilions appear and disappear, shrouded in celestial mist, with stars shifting and the sun and moon shining together.

A magnificent, ancient, and supreme aura permeated every inch of space, causing Edward's soul to tremble, his legs to go weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

And at the very center of this sea of ​​clouds, at an endless height—

A colossal Dharma image, adorned with dazzling starlight and possessing an indistinct face yet radiating boundless majesty and sharpness, sat atop the clouds!

Behind Faxiang's head, a pure white star ring slowly rotated, scattering endless starlight, like the only source and core of this world!

The Dharma Image of Venus!

Around the Dharma image, twenty-eight illusory images of constellations, some robust, some agile, some fierce, and some graceful, stood proudly, guarding the four directions like the most loyal guardians, exuding a heart-palpitating aura!

"This...this is..."

Edward's teeth were chattering, and he could barely speak.

Wolf, standing next to him, was equally stunned by this sudden and completely beyond his comprehension.

But he was, after all, a top expert, and his will was far more resilient than Edward's. After the initial shock, a furious outburst of anger at being utterly despised and provoked instantly overwhelmed his fear!

"Playing tricks!!"

Wolf let out a low roar, and the immense blood and dark energy belonging to a top expert suddenly erupted, attempting to break through this strange space!

however--

"Moo—!!!"

A deep, domineering roar, seemingly from the primordial era, resounded around him like a thunderclap!

Behind the image of Venus, a bull demon with curved horns on its head, muscles bulging like ancient bronze mountains, and its body shrouded in the aura of scorching magma and sulfur, took a heavy step forward!

"BOOM—!!!"

The moment the giant foot of the bull demon landed, the once peaceful and beautiful sea of ​​clouds beneath Wolf and Edward's feet suddenly boiled, changed color, and collapsed, like a lake surface tossed with a boulder!

The clouds dissipated, and a blazing, violent dark red light shot into the sky!

In the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist beneath their feet had transformed into a vast expanse of earth.

The area was cracked and dry, with magma flowing slowly through the fissures like blood vessels, and occasionally a pillar of fire would shoot up with a "poof".

A wave of heat hit us, the air was thick with the smell of sulfur and scorched earth, and the ground beneath our feet was burning hot, as if we were standing on the crater of a volcano about to erupt!

On the other side, Zhang Yucheng, Deputy Director Liu, and the twenty-eight investigators remained firmly standing atop the magnificent sea of ​​clouds, bathed in radiant light and offering a cool and comfortable respite.

The sea of ​​clouds and the sea of ​​fire were clearly distinct.

On one side is a blessed land of immortals, and on the other is an infernal hell.