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

Ji Zuodao was in an extremely good mood.

Several superior appearances comparable to those of experts at the Divine Power Realm!

With the unorthodox methods passed down by his master, even a nobody at the Spirit Palace Realm could somehow unleash some combat power equivalent to that of the Divine Power Realm.

Although the number of uses is limited, the skin must be discarded after it's used up.

But foreigners have such strong recovery abilities!

Let it heal a bit more, then we can peel it off later.

Recycling and sustainable development—this is a damn long-term business!

Especially that guy named Dreyer, his abilities are practically tailor-made for him, insidious and cunning, manipulating darkness, he's a master of dirty tricks.

Ji Zuodao fell in love with the item as soon as he put it on, wishing he could weld it to his body and wear it for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately, Dreyer sacrificed himself to summon some Grim Reaper, tearing out his heart, and is still half-dead. His recovery ability is much slower than that muscle-bound barbarian named Thor.

Otherwise, Ji Zuodao really wanted to peel back a layer of his skin every now and then and make a "Dreyer Leather Jacket Seasonal Limited Edition".

However, Ji Zuodao is quite satisfied with his current gains.

He knew perfectly well who was behind his ability to "handle" prisoners of war so smoothly and to keep such a valuable thing as a skin for his own use.

Wasn't it all because Uncle Zhang nodded in approval and Uncle Liu encouraged it from the sidelines?

How about trying a different branch office?

How dare he treat prisoners of war like that?

The official's skin, along with his own human skin, will be stripped off by those above and displayed on the city gate tower!

So when Ji Zuodao bumped into Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu at the stairwell, his smile was genuinely radiant, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

Honestly, if it weren't for the last bit of pride that Ji Zuodao still had in his bones...

He really wanted to kneel down right then and there.

Learn from the ancients: bow down and proclaim, "If you do not despise me, I am willing to become your godfather!"

Of course, it wasn't because he felt embarrassed to have an clueless foreign old man standing next to him.

The main problem is... well, yes, the timing isn't right yet, it doesn't seem serious enough.

We need to choose an auspicious day, prepare generous gifts, and make it a more formal occasion.

Ji Zuodao was happily planning his famous "recognition of a father" project when an angry shout from the old man next to him pulled him back to reality.

What is that?

Who does this old man say he is?

My uncle?

Ji Zuodao was delighted at that moment.

Fuck you!

Who is this old codger who crawled out of whose crotch dares to call himself my uncle?

He glanced at Wolf with disdain, inwardly cursing.

Did you see those two over there?

A gentle and refined man with a warm smile, unfathomable strength, and a vision so vast it could hold the Pacific Ocean—this is Uncle Zhang!

He appears lazy, but is actually domineering, with a fist hard enough to break through the earth's crust, and is fiercely protective of his own without any principles—this is Uncle Liu!

These two are both elegant, capable, have a broad vision, and are willing to take responsibility!

That's my real uncle! My blood relative, my half-brother! He's the beacon that illuminated my path of evil cultivation!

You're just an old foreigner, your face is wrinkled like a dried orange peel, your breath is weak and your eyes are cloudy. What else do you have besides a loud voice?

Also match?

and many more……

Ji Zuodao suddenly realized what was happening.

The "uncle" that old codger is referring to doesn't seem to be directed at Ji Zuodao.

It's about getting rid of that "Dreyer" skin on him.

Oh--

understood.

This is because the person in question's relatives have come knocking on the door.

What are you here for?

Redeem them?

Ji Zuodao's eyes darted around, and his mind immediately began to race with calculations.

Redeeming someone is great! Redeeming someone requires money! Once the money is paid, Uncle Zhang and Uncle Liu will have a budget to distribute year-end bonuses, and Ji Zuodao can also get a share!

But upon further reflection...

That's not right!

Is this an attempt to steal his newly acquired "sustainably mined rare material mine"?

Ji Zuodao instantly became alert, and his gaze towards Wolf immediately changed from "Where did this old codger come from?" to "A traitor who dares to steal my things."

Damn it, this is outrageous!

The son dared to steal his father's things?!

Do you know that their surname is Ji now?!

Ji cursed inwardly, her anger barely contained.

Thus, a groundbreaking statement was made:

"I--"

"yes--"

"you--"

"father--!!!"

Wolf, who was almost spitting blood in anger, finally realized what was happening—

This bastard in front of him is absolutely, definitely, and one hundred percent not his nephew, Derek, who received aristocratic education from childhood and whose manners and propriety are ingrained in his bones!

Can……

Something's not right.

Wolf stared wide-eyed at the face so close to his.

Facial features, facial contours, even the tiny mole at the corner of the eye...

The same.

Aura, energy fluctuations, a subtle resonance deep within the bloodline...

Exactly the same.

He used a secret method to investigate, and the information that came back was absolutely certain—this was indeed Dreyer! No doubt about it!

Wolf was stunned, completely stunned.

He's lived to be this old; he's seen disguises, illusions, and even gene cloning...

But like the one before him, even his own uncle couldn't tell the difference between the real and fake, even using the family's secret techniques...

What the hell is this evil magic?!

Just when Wolf's mind was in complete chaos and his CPU was about to overheat—

"Dreyer's" eyes suddenly darted around.

The arrogant, nonchalant expression on his face vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a mixture of extreme terror, pain, and despair for help.

Tears and snot came out of nowhere, covering my face.

"Uncle... Uncle!!"

"Dreyer" let out a piercing, tearful scream, and as if his bones had been pulled out, he lunged forward, clinging tightly to Wolf, his body trembling violently.

"Help me...help me, Uncle! Something...something is inside my body! It's controlling me! I'm in so much pain...my whole body hurts...my bones...it feels like my bones are being crushed inch by inch...Ughh ...

He screamed in agony as he gripped Wolf's clothes tightly, his fingers turning white from the pain, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes unfocused, perfectly portraying a victim being "eroded and manipulated by an invisible force".

Wolf was completely bewildered by the sudden turn of events, the genuine trembling of his nephew in his arms, his icy body temperature, and his heart-wrenching cries.

He instinctively caught "Dreyer," feeling the weakened and chaotic aura emanating from him, and the undeniable, deep-seated pain resonating within his bloodline...

The slight doubt that "this is not my nephew" was instantly overwhelmed by a stronger panic stemming from kinship!

Yes!

It must be those bastards from the 749th Bureau of Jinghai who used some kind of evil forbidden technique or curse to control and torture his nephew!

Those outrageous words and insulting actions just now were not my nephew's intention! It was evil magic at work!

"Delaier! Delier! Hang in there! Look at your uncle! Your uncle is here!"

Wolf panicked too; this was his nephew, whom he had doted on like a son!

While frantically trying to stabilize the chaotic energy within "Dreyer's" body, he suddenly looked up and let out an angry and uneasy roar at Zhang Yucheng and Deputy Director Liu, who had been watching the whole thing unfold:

"Where's the medical team?! Where are your doctors?! Bring them out! Now! Immediately!!"

"Help! Help him!! What have you done to my nephew?! How dare you?! If anything happens to him, my family will never forgive you! No! Derek, hold on a little longer! Uncle will save you right away!"

His voice was trembling; he was truly terrified.

The "Dreyer" in his arms seemed to hear his call. Its unfocused eyes focused for a moment, and it glanced at Wolf, forcing a bleak and heartbreaking smile onto its lips.

Then, his eyes quickly dimmed, his pupils dilated, his body stiffened abruptly, and finally he convulsed violently twice...

She collapsed completely into his arms.

His breath quickly faded.

Life, like a candle flickering in the wind, is on the verge of collapse.

"No—!! Draiel!!!"

Wolf let out a desperate roar, his eyes instantly turning red.

"Alright, Xiao Ji."

Just as Wolf was about to completely break down, Zhang Yucheng's voice rang out, tinged with amusement and a touch of helplessness:

"Stop playing."

"Okay, Uncle Zhang!"

A crisp, cheerful voice, tinged with a mischievous smugness, followed immediately.