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

Wolf's body was surging with dark energy, and his viscous, asphalt-like malice was almost solidifying, making him several times more ferocious than when he unleashed it.

He glared at Ji Zuodao, forcing out a curse through clenched teeth: "You...you bastard who deserves to go to hell..."

Ji Zuodao blinked, not intimidated at all, but smiling even more brightly, even revealing a cute little tiger tooth.

afraid?

joke.

In the past, if he had encountered such a clearly formidable old man, Ji Zuodao would have already made a run for it.

Cultivating evil practices isn't shameful; preserving your life is the priority.

Now?

Oh.

Please, do you even know what "having someone behind you" means?

Do you understand the immense sense of security that the two uncles bring when they stand there?

Sure enough, before Wolf could actually make a move—

A large, bony hand, reeking of smoke, slammed heavily onto Wolf's taut shoulder.

"Snapped!"

The sound was quiet, but the force was frighteningly heavy.

Accompanying it was a violent, domineering, and unreasonable force, like a red-hot iron, which forcefully smashed into the boiling dark energy within Wolf's body!

"laugh--!!"

Amidst the ear-piercing sound, like cold water being splashed into a hot oil pan, the viscous dark energy surrounding Wolf was forcibly dispersed, disrupted, and reduced to its original form by this scorching brute force!

What made Wolf's vision go black even more was that he heard it with absolute clarity—

A sharp, teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound came from the spot on my shoulder where I had been slapped, as if my skin had been instantly burned by the high temperature.

He could even smell a faint, distinctive odor of his own burnt flesh.

"you--!!!"

Wolf was so angry his hair almost stood on end. He abruptly turned his head, glaring at Deputy Director Liu who had suddenly made his move, and was about to explode—

"Sigh."

Deputy Director Liu had lit a cigarette again at some point. Amidst the swirling smoke, he waved his hand dismissively with an expression that said, "Why are you so stingy?" His tone was utterly matter-of-fact, yet carried a hint of a wise elder trying to mediate a dispute.

"Old Wo, calm down, calm down."

"Why argue with a child?"

"The child is young and doesn't understand things, he's a bit naughty. As an elder, you should have some manners and just let him be, right?"

Child? Young? Ignorant? Mischievous?!

Wolf was so choked by these words that he almost couldn't catch his breath, and the anger in his chest suddenly surged three feet higher!

His eyes widened instantly, pointing at Ji Zuodao, his finger trembling as if electrified, his voice cracking:

"Him?! A child?! Your child skinned alive?! You call this naughtiness?! This is a child?! This is clearly a demon, a heretic who should be burned at the stake, is..."

"cough."

A soft cough interrupted Wolf's impending, tearful accusation.

Zhang Yucheng had walked over at some point, his face still bearing that refined and gentle smile. He gently patted Ji Zuodao's shoulder.

The movements were gentle, a stark contrast to Deputy Director Liu's sudden action.

Then, he looked at Wolf, who was practically fuming with anger, his smile unchanged, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Mr. Wolf, Old Liu is right."

"Xiao Ji is still young, and she acts rashly and without thinking things through."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ji Zuodao before returning to Wolf:

"Alright, I'll give him a good talking-to."

"So, Mr. Wolf has no objections now?"

I... this...

Wolf was stunned by this sudden and perfectly coordinated combination of "one playing the good cop and the other the bad cop" plus the "moral high ground" approach.

I felt so choked up!

He was so frustrated that he almost spat out another mouthful of blood.

Damn it, what kind of people are these?!

Your kid has skinned people alive, and you think you can just discipline him? Is this even a matter of education? And you're asking me if I have any objections! That's outrageous!

Just then, Ji Zuodao, like a primary school student who had made a mistake and been caught red-handed by his parents, took a small step forward and stood properly in front of Zhang Yucheng.

With hands behind his back and head slightly bowed, he adopted a submissive listening posture, as if to say, "I deeply realize my mistake, teacher, your criticism is correct."

Zhang Yucheng nodded in satisfaction, his refined smile now showing a hint of gratification at the prospect of a promising young man.

He walked over and gently patted Ji Zuodao's shoulder, his tone as gentle as if he were instructing a junior on his studies:

"Little Ji, you really do look younger this time."

"They've been blinded by the wealth and status they have now."

Ji Zuodao cooperated by showing an expression of shame.

Zhang Yucheng continued his earnest instruction, his voice steady:

"This leather is a good thing for you, that's for sure."

"But what about those two people's bones...?"

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the wall, looking towards the underground cell, his tone carrying a hint of regret that "you missed the point":

"I see that the bone sword you're using is rather crude in both material and craftsmanship. I'm afraid it's about to become too outdated for your current level of strength."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao suddenly raised his head, his eyes lighting up instantly!

That expression was just like that of a top student who had suddenly unlocked their full potential after being given a little guidance from the teacher!

He slapped his thigh hard, the sound booming loudly, filled with the excitement of a sudden realization:

"yes!"

"How could I have forgotten about that!"

"You're only thinking about the skin; the bones are valuable too!"

Ji Zuodao shook his head in anguish, his voice heavy with sorrow:

"Oh! Uncle Zhang, your criticism is absolutely right! I was so shallow! I was blinded by this dazzling world and forgot my original intentions!"

He stood up straight, his small face filled with "deep self-criticism" and "resolute rectification":

"In our Ji family, there's a rule passed down from our ancestors—not a single grain of rice can be wasted on the table!"

"After skinning them, you have to remove the bones! After removing the bones, you have to extract the marrow! And after extracting the marrow, the flesh can't be wasted..."

Ji Zuodao's eyes grew brighter as he spoke, as if he could already see the bright future of sustainable utilization and circular development.

He suddenly stood at attention, his voice firm and resonant:

"Yes, Uncle Zhang! I deeply realize my mistake! I will immediately correct it and never waste another resource!"

After saying that, he turned around and dashed off towards the underground prison, as if his bones would grow legs and run away if he was late.

Wolf stood there, watching helplessly as Ji Zuodao's cheerful figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Then he slowly turned his head to look at Zhang Yucheng, who had a gentle smile on his face, as if he had just completed a "successful moral education".

Then I looked at Deputy Director Liu next to me, who was smoking a cigarette and had a look on his face that said, "Look how good our leader is at educating people."

Wolf opened his mouth.

Then it closed again.

It opened again.

Finally, he raised a trembling finger, pointed in the direction where Ji Zuodao had disappeared, then pointed at Zhang Yucheng, and let out a hoarse sound from his throat, like a leaking bellows, filled with utter absurdity and collapse:

"Oh my God!"

"You call this... educating children?!"

"Your family..."

"Is...is this how you educate children???"