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

The dust has settled on the dock.

Zhang Yucheng stood with his hands behind his back.

Tsk, this time the cleanup will probably be a little troublesome.

The money is here.

The person was killed.

Afterwards, they even "recruited" the diplomats sent by the other party to negotiate into their own unit.

This action, on an international scale, is somewhat unsportsmanlike.

However, Zhang Yucheng was not flustered at all.

trouble?

We're not afraid!

If the Free Country dares to complain, the old foxes at the General Administration will naturally step in and make trouble for them.

Anyway, it's not the first or second time.

The various local branches of the 749th Bureau, especially the Jinghai area, had a distinctive style and brilliant achievements, adding a "sweet burden" to the headquarters.

The General Administration might be cursing, but they're probably secretly thrilled.

Putting everything else aside, in this "Great Escape" gambling game alone, the small shares that some "enthusiastic leaders" in the General Administration secretly took in probably earned them more or less than what he, the one who ran the game, received.

Once you've taken the money, you have to do the job.

It is justified.

Deputy Director Liu leaned closer and lowered his voice:

"Old Zhang, what about the Free Country...?"

"Have them send the letter."

Zhang Yucheng interrupted him with a smile, "Send out as much as you receive. We just got a new consultant for the Foreign Affairs Department; his expertise is a perfect fit. Let him handle the return."

He gestured towards Edward with his lip:

"All done. Save the game. Now go do whatever you need to do."

Deputy Director Liu was taken aback for a moment, then grinned and gave a thumbs up:

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant."

Sending a defecting former diplomat to deal with his former employer's diplomatic inquiries...

Just imagining this scene fills me with anticipation.

Zhang Yucheng didn't reply, his gaze falling on something not far away.

The fox demon queen was stretching, her fiery red dress making her skin look as white as snow and her figure breathtaking.

She seemed to sense Zhang Yucheng's gaze, turned her head, and winked at him with her captivating peach blossom eyes, her red lips curving into a meaningful, languid, and dangerous arc.

"Don't worry~"

The empress's voice, soft and alluring, drifted on the sea breeze and clearly entered Zhang Yucheng's ears.

"Wolf's family... won't last long."

"I've already spoken to the shamanic sects in Chinatown; do everything in your power to wipe them out..."

The Empress's smile deepened, but her eyes remained devoid of warmth.

Zhang Yucheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He knew a little about this guy's methods.

She said it wouldn't last long, and the Wolf family is probably not far from being completely wiped out.

Ji Zuodao, standing nearby, couldn't help but shiver as he listened to the Empress speaking the harshest words in the gentlest tone, and his neck instinctively shrank back.

He recognized his aunt's expression.

He was reminded of his childhood.

Back then, he craved candy so much that he was itching to get it.

Just then, I saw a small fox with shallow cultivation on the back mountain, clutching a crystal-clear piece of osmanthus candy in its paws, which was said to be the best-tasting osmanthus candy from "Xu Ji" in the town at the foot of the mountain.

The little fox's cultivation level was inferior to his.

There happened to be a handy, heavy stick of firewood nearby.

This is fucking...

It's practically a sign from God!

If we don't pull off a heist, we'll be letting down this perfect storm of timing, location, and people!

So Xiao Ji made a quick decision, stealthily crept over, held her breath, and then—

"Bang!"

A sudden, devastating blow!

Clean, efficient, precise, and ruthless!

The little fox didn't even utter a sound, and simply stood there.

Xiao Ji Zuodao happily picked up the osmanthus candy that had fallen on the ground, unwrapped it, and popped it into her mouth.

sweet!

It's fucking sweet!

then……

He was lifted up by the back of his neck by a slender hand.

The empress appeared behind him at some point, smiling at him, with the murder weapon—a firewood stick—in her other hand.

"Little Ji..." the Empress's voice was soft and alluring, "Is the candy... delicious?"

Xiao Ji Zuodao, with candy still in her mouth, nodded with difficulty, her neck stiff.

"As long as it tastes good." The Empress smiled even more gently. "Here, let Auntie help you digest."

then……

Xiao Ji Zuodao was hung from the crooked old tree on the back mountain.

The empress somehow found a small leather whip, and without using any spiritual power, she simply used her wrist to generate force.

"Snapped!"

"Awooo—!!"

"Snapped!"

"Auntie, I was wrong! I was really wrong! Here's the candy back! No, I'll give you ten yuan! One hundred yuan!!"

"Snapped!"

"Petty thievery! He's not learning anything good!"

"Snapped!"

"How dare you bully your aunt's little brat?"

"Snapped!"

"Go back and find your master! See what kind of good disciple they've taught!"

Xiao Ji was whipped so hard she screamed and cried, her buttocks bleeding profusely.

This is not over yet.

The Empress really did bring his three masters.

The three masters, seeing their disciple's behavior, then looking at the Empress's ambiguous smile, and the little fox still unconscious on the ground...

His face immediately turned black.

then……

Xiao Ji Zuodao was taken back by his masters and subjected to a second, third, and fourth round of mixed beatings.

The reasons are quite valid:

"a shame!"

"They can't even do anything clean!"

"You've made them come knocking on our door! You've completely disgraced us!"

"He deserves to be hit!"

Xiao Ji Zuodao cried so miserably at that time.

He just stole a piece of candy!

Is it really necessary?!

Ji Zuodao knew back then that women are petty, and his aunt was even more so.

Even if someone tries to steal a piece of candy, they'll be hung up and whipped, and then beaten three times in a row.

Those foreigners just tied up the fox, cut it open, and did those shady experiments...

That would be a fight to the death, a complete eradication, even digging up their ancestral graves to expose them to the sun.

As it turns out, Ji Zuodao did understand his aunt.

In the free country, in the Chinatowns of major cities, those shamanic shrines that were usually either low-key and secretive or bustling with activity suddenly and simultaneously sprang into action without warning.

There was no pre-battle mobilization, no exchange of benefits, and not even clear instructions.

Only one sentence, transmitted through some mysterious and special channel of communication between household spirits, spread throughout every corner of the Free Country where "our own people" lived within just a few hours:

"Her Majesty has given the order."

"curse."

"Curse him to death."

"Target: The Pete family, to which Wolf belongs, and all their blood relatives, in-laws, disciples, and vassals."

"The spell is not limited, the school of thought is irrelevant, as long as it works."

"If you can curse someone to death, then curse them to death. It would be best if they died on the spot, bled from all seven orifices, fell to their death while walking, or choked to death while drinking water."

"The curse is immortal..."

"Curse their wealth, so that their investments will inevitably fail, their stock market crashes, their businesses go bankrupt, their savings evaporate, and the money they find on the street is all ghost money."

"Curse their bad luck, may they step in dog poop when they go out, have a leaky roof at home, get a flat tire while driving, have their flight delayed, and never be able to connect to Wi-Fi."

"May their offspring be cursed, daughters be their enemies, and sons be their debt collectors."

"I curse their marriage, that they will turn against each other, brothers will fight, fathers and sons will become enemies, mothers and daughters will scheme against each other, and the whole family will be a handful, with chaos and unrest every day."

In short—

"Do whatever is most insidious and infuriating."

"Letting them live is more painful than letting them die."

There were no flashing swords, no billowing smoke.

Only silent actions, like the most insidious plague, spread, infiltrate, take root, and sprout quietly along the network of relationships based on blood ties, kinship, interests, or even just "acquaintances."

Each ritual may not be considered earth-shattering in its power.

But the quantity was just too much!

After all, people in our country love to roll things up, and they roll them up in all sorts of creative ways.

Today you cursed a member of the Wolff family's collateral branch to fall and break his leg.

Tomorrow I'll curse one of their in-laws' investment projects to go bust and lose everything.

The day after tomorrow, someone has developed a "compound ritual" that will cause the target to suffer financial loss, bad romantic relationships, hemorrhoids, insomnia, and nightmares all at once.

A culture of involution is quietly emerging in the free country.

In the past, when members of different branches met, the greetings were usually:

Have you eaten?

"I've eaten. I just finished a religious service for a believer."

Things have changed now.

become:

"How many people did you curse to death today?"

"Oh, only three. Two suffered cardiac arrest, and one slipped and hit the back of his head in the shower. What about you?"

"Not bad, I crippled five people, and also caused one old lecher to have a stroke and become paralyzed."

"Wow, that's amazing! What method did you use? Let's exchange ideas?"