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

Wolf wasn't thinking about games anymore; he only had one thought in his mind—

Hurry up and get your poor nephew out of there!

But Zhang Yucheng, that old bastard, insisted on following procedures, and he did things in a very slow and methodical way.

Damn it, Zhang Yucheng, are you the kind of person who follows rules?

It takes ten minutes to sign a document!

Wolf watched as the pen slowly and deliberately fell onto the paper in Zhang Yucheng's hand, stroke by stroke. The way he did it didn't look like he was signing a document; it looked more like he was carving a tombstone!

It even has gold trim!

Wolf was so anxious that his lips were almost blistered, and he was burning with anxiety.

What is my nephew's current situation?

That perverted guy named Ji Zuodao might already be holding a knife and hammer, "clanging" as he starts to loosen his nephew's bones!

Although Wolf still clung to a last sliver of hope—

Perhaps... Ji Zuodao hasn't had a chance to make a move yet due to technical reasons?

Maybe... that little pervert suddenly had a change of heart and softened?

However, facts have proven—

Whatever you doubt, never doubt Ji Zuodao's technical skills or moral bottom line.

When Wolf finally went through that maddening process and was taken to his cell...

His dear nephew Dreyer, and that muscle-bound Saul, were practically indistinguishable from two boneless chicken feet.

He lay limply on the specially made stretcher, his head able to turn slightly, but his body below the neck was basically in a state of "the area you dialed is temporarily unavailable".

This wasn't even the most disheartening thing for Wolff.

The most amazing thing is—

That little bastard Ji Zuodao seems to have a particular "favor" over his nephew.

They peeled off the skin, pulled out the bones, and even ripped out both kidneys!

Neat and tidy, the original location of the kidney is now only two wounds that were perfectly stitched together using some kind of technique, but the indentation is still visible.

Wolf stood there, staring at his nephew's horrific state, his mind buzzing, only one thought flashing through his mind:

Hey!

That's perverted, isn't it?!

Skinning and removing bones is one thing! But what the hell are you doing with kidneys?!

Shall we make kidney pie?!

Even if experts of their level have strong recovery abilities and thick skin, they shouldn't be so reckless!

Wolf pointed tremblingly at the two empty wounds, his voice shaking:

"This...this kidney..."

Ji Zuodao was washing his hands in the sink next to him. Hearing this, he looked up, shook the water off his hands, and gave him a look that said, "Why are you making such a fuss?"

"Oh, this."

His tone was so matter-of-fact:

My dog ​​hasn't eaten.

"Perfect, let's get a couple of kidneys and give it a taste of something different."

"..."

Wolf stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He looked at Ji Zuodao's innocent yet self-righteous face, then at his nephew on the stretcher who was barely breathing, and finally at his own trembling hands.

seriously.

If it weren't for Zhang Yucheng, who stood beside them with a menacing yet gentle smile, and Deputy Director Liu, who had a cigarette in his mouth but whose eyes clearly said, "Try moving..."

Wolf really wanted to pounce on him and tear that bastard Ji Zuodao to pieces!

But now we're on someone else's turf...

endure.

I will endure!

The Great Escape game naturally had to be postponed.

no way.

Given their current condition, Dreyer and Thor are so fragile they'd fall apart if they moved even slightly, let alone run.

Zhang Yucheng was quite "generous," offering accommodation and medicine to Wolf so that the two wounded soldiers' conditions could be stabilized first.

Wolf felt a slight sense of relief, thinking that the old bastard had finally done something decent.

That very evening, he received the long, outrageously detailed bill.

Wolf looked at the items on the bill, and his face gradually turned green.

"Special Grade Ward Rental Fee (including formation maintenance)"

This damn hospital room is just a basement cubicle! An array? What array?! How come he didn't sense it?!

"Exceptional Medical Monitoring (24 Hours)"

Guardianship my ass! There's just a guy in a black trench coat dozing off at the door with his arms crossed! Is that what you call guardianship?!

"Millennial Blood Ginseng Life-Sustaining Powder (Three Doses)"

Wolf's hands trembled as he looked at the grayish powder in his hand, which looked exactly like ground dried radish.

"Earth Vein Spring Bathing Fee"

It was tap water! He saw it with his own eyes!

"Special Pollution Treatment Fee"

What did I deal with? I just swept up the scraps of meat on the floor!

……

There are more than a dozen items in total.

Each item was followed by a number that made his vision go black.

Wolf stood at the door of the so-called "VIP ward" with the bill in hand, looking at his nephew who was on the verge of death inside, and then at the packet of "Millennial Blood Ginseng Life-Sustaining Powder" in his hand.

Suddenly it dawned on me.

Oh shit.

Those bastards...

They could have just stolen it.

They even insisted on giving me a bag of dried radishes.

I'm really...crying my eyes out.

Wolf knew perfectly well that these bastards were openly targeting him.

But what could he do?

beat?

We can't beat them!

Reasoning?

Oh.

Trying to reason with those bandits in official robes from the Jinghai 749 Bureau?

You probably have some misunderstanding about the word "bandit".

Wolf had no doubt that even if he had won the argument with his silver tongue...

He will not be greeted with applause and flowers.

It's most likely Deputy Director Liu's fist, as big as a clay pot.

If you can't bear it anymore, then bear it again.

Wolff had considered other options as well.

He tried to file a complaint.

Yes, a complaint!

One phone call, and they'll take us all the way to the 749 headquarters!

He refused to believe that such a large national-level organization as the 749 Bureau had no place to seek justice!

I can't afford to mess with the thugs in your Jinghai branch, but I can't even complain to your superior?!

The leader who answered the phone was furious, indignant, and heartbroken upon hearing Wolf's tearful accusations!

On the phone, the leader's words were extremely stern:

"What?! Such a thing exists?! This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

"Mr. Wolf, rest assured! Our 749th Bureau is a disciplined and law-abiding organization! We will never allow such a black sheep to corrupt our reputation and damage our international image!"

"Regarding the egregious actions of Zhang Yucheng and others from the Jinghai Branch that you reported, we will definitely deal with them seriously!"

The leader's voice was powerful and resonant, filled with the light of justice:

"We'll give you a satisfactory answer!"

Wolf held the phone, listening to the resounding assurance. His heart, which had been cold for so long, finally felt a long-lost warmth.

Take a look!

This is what a proper state-run organization should look like! This is the responsibility a leader should have!

He almost burst into tears.

then……

And that was the end of it.

That evening, it is said that a leader from the General Administration who was acquainted with Zhang Yucheng personally called the Jinghai Branch.

He gave Zhang Yucheng a severe scolding over the phone.

According to an unnamed source familiar with the matter, the conversation went something like this:

"Old Zhang, I'm not trying to criticize you, but you need to be mindful of your methods when trying to generate revenue! Don't be so greedy! People have already complained to the head office! It's such a bad influence!"

"Yes, yes, yes, the leader's criticism is correct. I will reflect on it and make my own judgment."

"This is a one-time exception! We'll let it slide this time, but we'll deduct a month's performance bonus as a warning to others!"

"Good job, boss. I promise this won't happen again."

"Yeah, I'm hanging up now. Oh, by the way, save me a spot for that Great Escape betting game, I want to play a little..."

"..."

The phone hangs up.

The process is complete.

When Wolf heard that the so-called "serious disciplinary action" meant deducting a month's performance bonus from Zhang Yucheng...

He stood there, stunned, for a full half minute.

Then--

"grass--!!!"

A suppressed roar, a mixture of absurdity, despair, and a desire to destroy everything, echoed in the basement of the "VIP ward".

Snakes and rats are in cahoots!

Officials protecting each other!

This is what you call "serious handling"?!

Deduct a month's performance bonus?!

The money that old bastard Zhang Yucheng swindled from me is enough to deduct from his pay for hundreds of years... no, thousands of years!!

Wolf looked out the window at the night view of Jinghai and suddenly felt a little cold.

This place...

From people to systems, from the inside out...

They're all fucking black.