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

Ji Zuodao didn't care what others thought of him; at this moment, he only had one thing on his mind—

Cash out!

We won! We really won! 1 to 100! We're rich!

He eagerly rushed towards the largest gambling stall.

His steps were so light he could float, his mouth stretched to his ears, his eyes shone like searchlights, and he clutched the betting ticket, which was already a little soft from being soaked in sweat, tightly in his hand.

As for stealing—oops, borrowing the 77 allowance—that little thing?

Whoops!

His Qiqi won't mind.

Besides, according to the rules of the underworld, if you win money, you pay it back double! No, triple! Is Ji Zuodao the kind of person who doesn't pay back debts?

If he wins money, he's the most generous guy in the world!

The empress followed him with a smile, her bare feet touching the ground, her red dress swaying, and a languid and alluring fragrance wafting from her wherever she went.

That figure, that face, those eyes…

Many Qi cultivators who were just wailing and howling about winning or losing instantly forgot who they were, their eyes glazed over, their breathing became heavy, and their Adam's apples bobbed up and down.

Especially the guys who had just won the bet and were thinking about "how many young models tonight," their eyes were practically glued to the Empress.

The "big head" in his mind was still struggling to calculate whether "shark fin soup" or "young model's hands" was more cost-effective.

The "little head" in my crotch is already impatiently raising its flag and saluting, giving a frantic hint:

"Forget about young models! Forget about clubs! This! This is it! The absolute best of the best! What are you waiting for! Go for it!"

Just as a few daring individuals were getting restless, wondering whether to approach them and strike up a conversation or directly display their "impressive assets"—

Their gaze finally passed over the stunning red and landed on the red figure in front of them...

The figure in the work vest, with hair as messy as a bird's nest, rubbing his hands together, with a "hehehe, money is coming, money is coming" look on his face.

Ji Zuodao?

The Living Yama!

The hot-blooded, restless passion of the group of guys suddenly cooled down.

It's refreshingly cool.

"Big Head" instantly regained control and slapped "Small Head" several times across the face:

"Fuck your mother! If you want to die, don't drag me down with you! Look who's in front of you!"

The little head shrank back, looking aggrieved, and gave up.

The men moved in unison, abruptly turning their heads, their eyes darting between the sky, the ground, and the sea, but they dared not look at that red figure again.

The initial infatuation and eagerness on their faces were instantly replaced by disdain, scorn, and a sense of urgency to stay away.

Some people even subconsciously took a half step back, as if Ji Zuodao carried some highly contagious plague.

"Damn it, what kind of good thing could someone be hanging out with the Living Yama?"

"Tsk, what a waste of such a beautiful face, what a pity..."

"Let's go, let's go exchange some money. Aren't young models better? Why are you looking for thrills here?"

Whispering and pointing.

Although she lowered her voice, the Empress's hearing was so sharp that she heard it perfectly clearly.

The languid, alluring smile on the Empress's face froze slightly.

Then, his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

She blinked her bright, peach-blossom eyes slowly, looking at Ji Zuodao, who was completely unaware of what was happening and had already rushed to the gambling den, slamming the table and shouting, "Pay up the money! Hurry up!"

He then glanced at the Qi cultivators around him, who were avoiding him like the plague and whose faces were full of disgust.

For the first time, a genuine, bewildered confusion appeared in his eyes.

no……

That little rascal...

Didn't you just come down from the mountain and arrive in Jinghai less than two months ago?

This is the kind of situation where someone is "hated by everyone and even dogs," and whose "reputation is worse than a latrine"...

How did you do that?

This efficiency, these results...

It's not much slower than when she went abroad to commit fraud—oops, I mean financial investment—and made billions of dollars off Wall Street in three months, and people were even grateful for it.

The empress suddenly realized that she might have underestimated this cunning little rascal.

Regarding "inhumanity"...

This kid seems to have extraordinary talent.

Above the clouds, Zhang Yucheng, carrying Deputy Director Liu who was still immersed in the dream of "shark fin soup freedom," slowly drifted down to the dock.

As soon as Deputy Director Liu's feet touched the ground, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the languid and alluring red figure behind Ji Zuodao.

Deputy Director Liu paused, feeling as if he had seen this somewhere before...

where is it?

He frowned and began frantically rummaging through the dusty, old files in his mind.

Ji Zuodao... Background investigation... Social connections...

Oh, right! Back then, in order to get this little rascal into 749, he personally did a background check and dug up Ji Zuodao's "interpersonal relationships" from top to bottom!

This included those who lived behind Ji Zuodao's house on the hill...

That woman.

There weren't many records about her in the files, and they weren't specially encrypted; they were just left there as is, and you could find them easily by searching.

He was on the global wanted list of free countries.

Charge: Financial fraud.

Amount involved: Conservatively estimated at tens of billions of US dollars.

Note that it's in US dollars.

This woman, it is said, single-handedly stormed into Wall Street, with a face that could fool gods and Buddhas and a way of speaking that could make the dead talk. In just three months, she managed to take over 10 billion dollars from the pockets of those arrogant financial elites!

That's not all.

After making her money, instead of packing up and running away like most people would, she leisurely stayed in the Free Country for another six months.

What are you doing?

Inadvertently, he almost caused their economy to collapse.

It is said that the governor of the central bank of the free country vomited into the toilet for three days, and his hair fell out in clumps.

When the free countries finally realized what was happening, they were furious and issued a global arrest warrant...

They packed up and went back to their hometown a long time ago.

He returned to the back mountain of Ji Zuodao's house, went into the mountains, and declared that he would retire there.

If you're going to retire, then retire. This woman's retirement life is quite unique.

She promptly donated half of the family fortune she had amassed to the country.

I heard that the leader in charge of receiving the donations at the time was shaking so badly that his hands were trembling like he had Parkinson's disease, and his voice was slurred on the phone.

It is said that a conference was held for several days afterward, with the theme ranging from "how to use this money" to "how to promote this spirit of selfless dedication to the country."

As for the free country?

They came knocking on my door, huffing and puffing, demanding my return.

They were quite arrogant.

When the people from our country who were receiving us heard this, they were delighted.

VIP?

Who is it?

never heard of that.

What wanted criminal? What fraud? Where's the evidence? Oh, you issued the warrant yourselves? We don't recognize those here.

What? You're sending people in to look for us?

Is this some kind of trouble-maker?

Hey!

Go to war!

It is said that a hot-tempered general slammed his fist on the table and roared out the message, almost deafening the person on the other end of the phone.

In the end, they managed to forcefully shut them down.

Whatever, I have no people, and forget about money.

After reading the file, Deputy Director Liu forgot to light his cigarette and stood there in his office for a long time, only one thought in his mind:

This is fucking...

What kind of female-centric script is this?

That's incredibly powerful!

"Holy crap! It's her!"

Deputy Director Liu slapped his forehead hard, making a crisp "smack" sound, finally matching the large Buddha statue with the fierce image in the file.

He subconsciously glanced at Zhang Yucheng beside him, lowered his voice, and said in a tone that was somewhat incredulous:

"Old Zhang, look at the back of Ji Zuodao... isn't that the guy in the files who treated the Free Country like leeks, harvesting them and then even uprooting them..."

Zhang Yucheng actually recognized him from the clouds.

After all, his "great achievements" back then were well-known in the old hands of the Beijing-Haikou business community.

He crossed his arms and looked at Ji Zuodao, who was being avoided like a plague by the gambling den owner, and the smiling woman in red behind Ji Zuodao. The usual gentle smile on his face deepened, and a hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

It's her.

Zhang Yucheng nodded, his tone calm, yet carrying a hint of knowing familiarity.

"When the betting odds for the Battle Royale in Jinghai became popular, she was the one who made the most money from the betting."

He paused, as if recalling some interesting past event, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:

"Those arrogant Qi cultivation families in Jinghai suffered quite a few setbacks at her hands back then, their wealth was almost emptied, and they were seriously injured and didn't recover for many years."

"It indirectly made things easier for me when I later took over Bureau 749 and cleaned up those powerful and influential families..."

Deputy Director Liu had no idea. Back then, he was just a lowly henchman in the gang, a small-time gambler in this battle royale game.

Things are different now; he's a big gambler.