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

Ten minutes later, one hundred million US dollars arrived in the account.

Looking at the confirmation message from the finance department, Zhang Yucheng finally showed a genuine smile.

Good.

I can give out another round of year-end bonuses to my colleagues.

On the other hand, Wolf, who had been thoroughly educated from head to toe, body and soul, by the "choose one from the sea of ​​clouds or the sea of ​​fire" rule of the Jinghai 749 Bureau, also became completely obedient.

That bit of arrogance from "top experts" and "noble dignity" was crushed to the bone.

He followed Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu respectfully, even somewhat reservedly, toward the underground detention area, ready to "pick up the goods".

That's why some people are just despicable.

They won't listen to reason; you have to beat them up before they'll face reality and realize their place.

The three of them had just reached the staircase leading to the underground prison.

I bumped into someone who was walking briskly uphill, humming a little tune.

The man had meticulously styled blond hair, wore a suit made of good material but stained with some unknown dirt, and his complexion was surprisingly rosy.

It even carried a hint of elation, as if they had just pulled off a big heist and were in a great mood.

Derek?

Wolf stopped abruptly, his eyes widening instantly.

Huh?

What's going on?

Didn't they say their nephew was being subjected to inhuman torture and was in dire straits, probably about to collapse?

But what's in front of me...

This is what you call unbearable?

His complexion was rosy, and he looked healthier than his uncle who had just been roasted in the fire for half a day!

She looks so healthy, like she just got a great massage!

Wolf's mind raced, and he instantly understood.

Yes, yes!

This ancient Eastern country values ​​appearances above all else and is renowned for its reputation as a land of etiquette!

The Jinghai 749 Bureau may have a bandit-like style of doing things, but it is, after all, an official unit in disguise and a true state-owned enterprise!

They're not real bandits.

Torture or anything like that is just a scare tactic! It's a negotiation strategy! It's psychological warfare!

Zhang Yucheng was just venting his frustrations; in reality, he had to consider international perceptions and give face to the Free Country and his family!

So Dreyer didn't suffer much at all; he was probably just locked in a dark room, starved for a few meals, and it was all just for show!

Wolfe thought about it more and more and it seemed reasonable. The slight displeasure he felt was instantly replaced by a sense of smugness at "seeing through the other party's bluff."

He even hummed smugly twice, his chin unconsciously lifting up a little.

See? What bandits, what dens of iniquity—when faced with true strength and dignity, they still have to restrain themselves.

As "Dreyer" drew closer and closer, and his gaze seemed to be directed in their direction, Wolf felt even more certain.

Look, my nephew recognized me! He came over to give me a hug and told me about all the grievances and fears he'd had these past few days!

Wolf tried to force a forgiving expression on his face, as if to say, "Uncle understands your suffering." He then opened his arms to greet Wolf with a touch of elder's reserve.

Then--

The two passed each other.

Wolff's attempt failed.

The tolerant expression on his face, which hadn't yet fully unfolded, froze instantly.

He paused, then turned his head back slowly and mechanically.

His good nephew didn't even glance at his own uncle, and without stopping, he rushed straight towards Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu behind him.

Then, to Wolf's astonishment, "Dreyer" gave Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu a solid and enthusiastic bear hug!

"Oh! Uncle Zhang! Uncle Liu!"

When "Dreyer" spoke, he was in fluent Mandarin, even with a slight Beijing accent, and his tone was incredibly warm and his smile was radiant.

"Let's not get too formal about other things! Next time there's a dangerous mission, please feel free to call on me!"

"I'll step on the landmines, I'll take the blame, I'll go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Zhang Yucheng was taken aback by the sudden, overly enthusiastic hug and declaration of loyalty, and unusually, he didn't immediately respond.

However, Deputy Director Liu, who was standing next to him, frowned almost imperceptibly the moment "Dreyer" rushed up to hug him. Then, as if he had thought of something, the corner of his mouth twitched violently.

His gaze swept across Derek's radiant smile, his overly fluent Chinese, and certain subtle, indescribable changes in his demeanor.

The next second, a look of realization flashed in Deputy Director Liu's eyes, along with a hint of absurdity and "I knew it."

He tilted his head slightly, his lips remaining still, yet a subtle whisper reached Zhang Yucheng's ears:

"Old Zhang, it's that brat Ji Zuodao."

"It seems... they've peeled off Dreyer's skin and put it on themselves."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yucheng's eyes lit up with admiration.

He took a closer look at the "Dreyer" in front of him with great interest.

Even with his cultivation level and eyesight, he couldn't see through it for a moment!

This kid... not only did he peel off the skin, but he also imitated 99% of the details of qi and blood, soul fluctuations, and even certain aspects of life aura!

If it weren't for Liu Ming's reminder, and the fact that this kid's undeniable, reckless, and wicked aura was faintly visible beneath his skin, even he would have been fooled for a while.

This "human skin" sorcery is not just similar, it's an art-level replica!

Zhang Yucheng's opinion of Ji Zuodao rose even higher.

That kid's unorthodox skills always manage to surprise me.

At this moment, Wolf, who had been completely ignored and looked like a transparent person, had his face turn from red to green, then from green to black, and finally settled on a liver color that was a mixture of rage, absurdity, and extreme humiliation.

He glared at the "nephew" who was bowing and scraping to Zhang Yucheng like a lackey, his chest heaving violently and his teeth grinding together.

Hey!

What the hell is going on?!

He had watched Derek grow up! Although he was arrogant and haughty, he always respected, and even feared, his uncle!

But now?

Does he think he's some stray dog ​​on the street?! He doesn't even deserve a glance?!

The worst part is that he fawned over Zhang Yucheng and that smoking deputy director like he was seeing a sugar daddy or rich woman!

Wolf felt a surge of evil fire mixed with a strong sense of absurdity rushing to the top of his head, snapping the string of his reason with a "snap".

"presumptuous!!!"

Wolf could no longer contain himself and let out a deafening roar, his voice trembling slightly with extreme anger.

He pointed at "Dreyer," his fingers trembling, struggling to maintain the last shred of aristocratic dignity and elder's authority, and sternly rebuked:

"Dreyer! Look at the state you're in! Is this the aristocratic etiquette I taught you?! Get here! Now! Right now!"

This angry shout finally caught the attention of "Dreyer".

"Dreyer," or rather, Himezudo in Dreyer's skin, seemed startled by the sudden roar.

He slowly turned around, the bright smile on his face disappearing instantly, replaced by a mixture of displeasure at being disturbed and indifference as if he were looking at an idiot.

He looked Wolf up and down, raised an eyebrow, opened his mouth, and uttered a string of questions, clearly pronounced and full of disdain:

"Old man..."

Ji Zuodao tilted his head, using Dreyer's face to make a roguish expression:

"Who the hell are you?"

Wolf's vision went black, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

who I am?!

I am your uncle! The current guardian of the Wolf family! The elder who raised you from a little kid to the powerful person you are today!

You ask me who I am?!

"I! Am! Your! Uncle!!"

Wolf uttered those four words through clenched teeth, each syllable laced with molten fury and disbelief.

"oh--"

Ji Zuodao drew out his words, revealing a knowing expression, and then, under Wolf's almost murderous gaze—

He slowly and firmly raised a straight middle finger at Wolf.

A grin spread across his face, revealing a provocative, malicious smile characteristic of Ji Zuodao, and he finished the sentence in the clearest, most infuriating tone:

"I--"

"yes--"

"you--"

"father--!!!"

"..."

Dead silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

Wolf stood rooted to the spot, his expression completely frozen.

From rage to blankness, to bewilderment, and then to a numb emptiness after one's cognition has been completely destroyed.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but found that his throat was being tightly choked by something, and he couldn't make a sound.

Only that straight middle finger and the earth-shattering words "I am your father" echoed and buzzed repeatedly in his blank mind.

He slowly, very slowly, turned his stiff neck and looked at Zhang Yucheng, who had been wearing a gentle smile the whole time, as if watching an amusing farce.

He then glanced at Deputy Director Liu, who was sitting next to him with a cigarette in his mouth, his shoulders twitching slightly, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

Finally, his gaze fell back on his nephew.

Damn, what did Jinghai 749 do to train his good nephew like this?

What is this? Is it depravity?