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

Ji Zuodao rummaged in the leather pouch at his waist again.

This time, what they pulled out wasn't a body, but a kebab.

Two large kidneys, grilled to a crispy exterior and tender interior, sizzling with oil, are skewered on bamboo sticks.

"Hey."

He casually handed the stick to the little fox, speaking as casually as if he were handing out snacks, "I brought you a little gift."

The little fox looked up and its entire face immediately fell, its eyes rolled back to the back of its head, and it flicked its tail in disgust.

"Damn! Does he have to be so stingy?!"

"I'm in this state! Half-dead! Forget about giving me some ancient Ganoderma lucidum or thousand-year-old ginseng to replenish my energy, you could at least give me something decent!"

It disdainfully nudged the string of kidneys with its little paws, and wrinkled its nose:

"You just brought me a skewer of grilled kidneys? Ugh—it smells so gamey… tsk!"

Ji Zuodao ignored its complaints, and simply added slowly.

"Oh, I forgot to mention."

"You recognized these two kidneys, original owner."

He paused, then grinned:

"That blond guy who turned you into this mess, too bad he didn't get rid of his muscles in time."

"I removed the kidneys from that golden retriever and grilled them for you as an extra treat."

"..."

The little fox's raised paw froze in mid-air.

It looked down at the skewer of grilled kidneys.

He looked up again and saw Ji Zuodao's smug face, which seemed to say, "Thank me, you idiot!"

In my mind, a sudden flash of images appeared: the cold operating tables in the lab, the glaring operating lights, and the two jerks standing outside the glass window, coldly recording data...

The next second—

"Awooo!!!"

Before Ji Zuodao could say anything more, the little fox opened its mouth and swallowed the skewer of grilled kidneys, bamboo stick and all, in one gulp!

"Snap! Snap! Crunch, crunch..."

It chewed viciously, its small, sharp teeth crushing the bamboo skewers, grinding and tearing them together with the kidneys in its mouth, as if it were chewing not food, but the flesh and bones of an enemy.

There were no tears in those fox-like eyes, only a kind of almost ferocious joy at the realization of a great vengeance.

Only after swallowing everything in its mouth, leaving not a trace, did the little fox slowly exhale a long breath of stale air that smelled of roasted meat and bamboo shavings.

It raised its paw, wiped its greasy mouth, its eyes gleaming frighteningly, and its voice trembled slightly with excitement:

"So...those two bastards...fell into your hands?"

Although it was tormented to the point of near death and its consciousness was blurred that day, the last vestiges of clarity it maintained made it remember clearly—

It was the investigators from Bureau 749 of the Jinghai Company who stormed in and executed all the scum in the Tek Corporation except for Derek and Sol on the spot, leaving no one alive.

Only then did it feel completely relieved and faint.

"Of course!"

Ji Zuodao plopped down on the edge of the bed, crossed his legs, and spoke with an air of nonchalance, tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction:

"I peeled off the skin, I removed the bones, and I grilled the kidneys too."

"Oh, by the way, those two bastards are being extradited back to their country tomorrow."

He grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth; his smile was both radiant and dangerous.

"Just wait until tomorrow, I'll make sure they're screwed."

"Hey, maybe we shouldn't?"

Although the little fox felt relieved after eating, it was a little worried when it remembered the scent of those two, and it tugged at Ji Zuodao's clothes with its paw.

"Don't try to show off. Those two seem to be almost as powerful as my lady. You..."

"Hmph!"

Ji Zuodao chuckled and flicked the little fox's forehead:

"You're underestimating your wife a bit."

"Those two aren't even worthy of carrying your empress's shoes; they're far from good enough."

He waved his hand, his tone casual, yet conveying an undeniable certainty:

"Don't worry about these things."

"Damn it, they're bullying my fellow villager..."

Ji Zuodao's eyes turned cold:

"Don't even think about going back unscathed."

"Alright, you can focus on your cultivation and move to another place soon."

He stood up, dusted off imaginary dust, and prepared to leave.

"well……"

The little fox suddenly called out to him, a rare hint of awkwardness and embarrassment appearing on its furry face, and it nervously rubbed its paws together.

"Brother Dao, well... about how I ended up in this mess..."

Its sound grew fainter and fainter:

"Don't tell the Empress... Ouch!"

That's really embarrassing.

He stole the Empress's secret stash of money back then, vowing to make a name for himself, but he almost ended up being dismantled and turned into a specimen...

If this gets back to the mountains, its reputation as the "most beautiful flower in the back mountain" will be ruined.

I have no face to see my elders in Jiangdong!

"Okay, got it."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand and walked out of the ward without looking back.

In the corridor, the light cast his shadow long.

Ji Zuodao strolled along slowly, hands in his pockets, muttering to himself, as if talking to himself or scolding some good-for-nothing:

"Little fox, oh little fox..."

"What's that saying again?"

"Only the squeaky wheel gets the grease."

"You never cry or make a fuss, you just bottle up your grievances..."

He smacked his lips and shook his head:

"Even the northwest wind can't get you a hot drink."

After muttering to himself, he took out his phone, swiped his finger across the screen a few times, found a number, and dialed it.

The phone rang seven or eight times, and just as Ji Zuodao thought no one was answering and was about to hang up—

"Feed?"

A languid yet magnetic female voice, seemingly capable of captivating the soul, came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by the clattering sound of mahjong tiles being shuffled in the background.

Ji Zuodao instantly switched expressions, his face beaming with a bright, almost fawning smile, his voice so sweet it could kill:

"Oh my! Your Majesty! May you be blessed!"

"It's me, Xiao Ji!"

He cleared his throat, his tone incredibly enthusiastic:

"Let me tell you, I found that little bastard who ran away from home and stole your secret stash of money!"

On the other end of the phone, the sound of shuffling mahjong tiles stopped abruptly, then resumed with a "clatter," seemingly even faster than before.

"Oh."

The Empress's voice came through the receiver, still languid, even with a hint of nonchalant laughter.

"That heartless little brat..."

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about this person."

"I thought she'd died out there long ago and been picked up by someone to be used as a scarf. How's the little ingrate doing lately? Hopefully, some rich woman has taken her in and is raising her now?"

Ji Zuodao listened to the clattering sound of the cards being shuffled, held his phone to his ear, and remained silent.

He didn't reply immediately, but quickly pulled out a tube of mustard from his pocket, unscrewed it, tilted his head back, and squeezed all the green, spicy, and pungent paste into his mouth.

"hiss--!"

A pungent, pungent sensation exploded in his mouth, choking him so much that tears streamed down his face and his nose instantly turned red.

"Your Majesty—!!"

When Ji Zuodao spoke again, his voice was filled with the genuine, heavy sobs that came from being choked by wasabi, mixed with the sound of sniffling. It was so sincere and heartbreaking that it would break anyone's heart.

"The little fox...the little fox...it's been kidnapped by foreigners!"

"They've taken him to do experiments!!"

He sobbed, adding fuel to the fire:

"You didn't see it! When it was first rescued, it looked absolutely terrible! It was all bald! Only half of its tail was left! It looked so listless, like a three-year-old pickled vegetable!"

"My body has been utterly ruined by those damned bastards! My foundation is destroyed! My spiritual sea is as dry as the Sahara!"

"I just went to check on him, he's barely hanging on!"

Ji Zuodao wiped away the tears forced out by the wasabi, his voice growing even more sorrowful:

"I don't have many days left to live! Really! I swear on my life!"

"She was just grabbing my sleeve, crying her heart out, and even leaving me her last words!"

"He said that after he dies, I should skin him alive, sell his body, and at least return the box of private money he stole from you back then."

"He said... he's ashamed to face you..."

"After saying that, she cried, she cried so miserably... Waaaaah..."

Ji Zuodao sniffed at just the right moment, creating a very realistic effect.

The sound of shuffling cards on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly for the second time.

A deathly silence.

Even the faint whispers and laughter have disappeared.

Then--

"Click."

A soft, yet crystal-clear, crisp sound.

It looked like a mahjong tile... it was crushed to pieces.