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

Wolf's eyes nearly bled as he watched the little rascal run off excitedly.

"Get out of here!!"

The thick, dark energy around him suddenly erupted, trying to shake off Deputy Director Liu's claw, which was still resting on his shoulder as if it were welded shut.

Unexpectedly, instead of being shaken off, the force applied to his shoulder suddenly increased!

Wolf felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, as if a live volcano about to erupt had suddenly pressed down on him!

The heavy, scorching, and unreasonable force pressed down on him, causing his knees to involuntarily bend slightly, and his bones to make a soft "creaking" sound as if they were under unbearable pressure.

"Hey, look at you, you're being stingy, aren't you?"

Deputy Director Liu still had that cigarette dangling from his lips, and through the swirling smoke, the "Why are you so clueless?" expression on his face was enough to drive anyone crazy.

He patted Wolf on the shoulder, a small gesture, but each pat made Wolf feel like his collarbone was about to crack.

Deputy Director Liu's tone was incredibly sincere, carrying a hint of the earnest wisdom of an elder instructing a younger person on life's lessons:

"Look at our little Ji, what an honest child she is!"

"I'm paying out of my own pocket for some really good medicine that I wouldn't even use myself, just to keep your nephew alive!"

"So what if you skin a few pieces or pull out a few bones? If the kid likes it, just let him play with it!"

Deputy Director Liu paused, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, as if sharing some profound life wisdom:

"Besides, I've seen your nephew; he's full of energy and doesn't need these little odds and ends."

"A visionary, Old Wojnarowski!"

He slapped Wolf hard on the shoulder, causing the man to stumble again.

"You need to broaden your perspective!"

Wolf was so choked by this "theory of strategic thinking" that he almost passed out. His temples throbbed, and the anger in his heart made his vision go black.

pattern?

I'll fucking piss you off!

Why don't you let that little rascal skin your kid and beat his bones for fun?!

He abruptly turned his head to look at Zhang Yucheng, who had remained calm and composed with his hands behind his back the entire time. His voice was hoarse and distorted with extreme anger and frustration:

"What the hell! What do you mean by this?!"

"We signed! We paid the ransom!! It's in black and white, one hundred million US dollars! That's the money to save my nephew's life!!"

Wolf stared intently at Zhang Yucheng, as if trying to bore a hole through his perpetually gentle face.

"Are you trying to break the contract?! Huh?!"

"Breach of contract?"

Zhang Yucheng finally showed some reaction.

He turned his head slightly to look at Wolf, the usual gentle smile on his face fading slightly, his eyes calm and unwavering, and his tone even more indifferent:

"What contract did we break?"

He pointed in the direction of the underground prison:

"Your nephew, and that muscle-bound brute, are still alive, breathing, with strong heartbeats. Isn't that enough?"

Zhang Yucheng paused, his gaze falling on Wolf's contorted face, and added, his tone carrying a hint of doubt, as if to say, "Do I really have to teach you this?"

"Otherwise, given what they've done, they should be where they are now..."

"It's hell, not our decent prison in Bureau 749."

"If you make a mistake, you must accept the punishment."

Zhang Yucheng stood with his hands behind his back, leaned slightly forward, looked into Wolf's eyes, and spoke in a steady voice, yet with an undeniable coldness:

"That makes sense..."

"You don't need me, Zhang, to instruct you, do you?"

"Ughh ...

"No! No!! Stop! Please!!!"

Just then, from the direction of the underground cell came faint, piercing screams that grew louder and louder.

Mixed in with a kind of teeth-grinding, dull "crack" sound, as if a hard object was being forcibly torn from flesh.

Wolf shuddered violently.

He could tell.

That was Dreyer's voice.

It was his beloved nephew, whom he had doted on since childhood, now uttering a desperate, collapsing cry.

Wolf's eyes instantly turned red, bloodshot and frantic. He struggled wildly, but Deputy Director Liu's iron-like hand held him firmly in place, leaving him only able to scream in vain:

"That's still not enough! It's like skinning someone alive! It's like pulling bones out of a living person!! That's torture! It's inhumane! It's immoral!!"

"immoral?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yucheng scoffed.

The laughter was soft, yet it felt like a cold slap across Wolf's face.

He stepped forward and stood in front of Wolf.

"Your nephew, with his men, is in our country, in our capital..."

Zhang Yucheng's voice remained steady, but each word was like a knife chilled to the bone:

"When they captured our demons, bound our people, disemboweled them, extracted blood and marrow, and conducted those shameful hybrid experiments..."

"Didn't he ever consider whether it was moral or not?"

"In your labs, those pathetic creatures stitched together like monsters, living a life of unbearable suffering..."

"Do they have the opportunity to talk to you about morality?"

Zhang Yucheng straightened up, patted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, and his tone returned to its chilling calm:

"Right now, it's just a matter of skinning a few people alive and pulling out a few bones."

"Compared to your disgusting experiments..."

"Much gentler now."

In the distance, Dreyer's screams seemed to rise slightly, trailing off into the empty building with a long, chilling echo.

Zhang Yucheng listened intently, pursed his lips, and unusually added a sentence, his tone tinged with uncertainty:

"I guess so."

Wolf was panting heavily, his chest heaving violently. His expensive handmade suit was already wrinkled and disheveled from cold sweat and the dust from his struggle.

He looked at Zhang Yucheng, the barely suppressed anger and arrogance in his eyes long gone, replaced by an almost desperate plea, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded:

"Director Zhang...we've paid the money, not a penny less."

"My nephew has already paid the price!"

"According to an old saying in your country, killing someone is just a matter of beheading them!"

"Please...please draw a line!"

"What exactly do you want me to do to get him to come home?!"

Wolf's voice grew increasingly urgent, trembling with tears:

"I'll take one! My nephew! You name your terms! Tell me what you want! I'm listening!"

As if he had used up his last bit of strength and dignity, his legs buckled, and his knees actually bent, as if he were about to kneel.

"If all else fails... I... I'll kneel down for you! Okay?!"

This kneeling... what about aristocratic decorum, what about the dignity of the strong, what about family honor...?

Fuck it!

All he wants now is to get his pampered nephew, who has never suffered a bit of hardship since childhood, out of this godforsaken place and out of that little pervert's hands!

As for that muscle-bound Thor... damn it, good luck to him! He can't control him anymore!

however--

Before his knees even touched the ground, a long, strong hand had already firmly supported his arm.

It's Zhang Yucheng.

Zhang Yucheng's usual gentle smile faded slightly, but he wasn't angry. He simply gave Wolf a gentle tug and straightened him up again.

"Don't rush to kneel."

"This is nothing."

"Of course you can take the person away."

He paused, looked at Wolf's eyes—which had suddenly lit up but were instantly replaced by a deeper wariness—and smiled slightly:

"We at Jinghai 749 are the most trustworthy."

"They said they'd take the money and release the person, so they took the money and released the person."

Zhang Yucheng changed the subject.

"but……"

"According to the rules of Jinghai—"

"Paying the money bought their lives."

"But I want to leave Jinghai smoothly and unscathed..."

He withdrew his gaze and looked back at Wolf, his smile deepening.

"That's not that easy."

Wolf's heart skipped a beat, and the glimmer of hope that had just begun to rise instantly froze.

His Adam's apple bobbed laboriously, his voice dry:

"Wha...what do you mean?"