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

When the vehicles of the 749 Bureau's aftercare team quietly drove into Yong'an Road, the sun was already high in the sky.

Ji Zuodao led Dog Ye slowly out of the inconspicuous alley, squinting to adjust to the excessively bright sunlight outside.

He stretched, his bones cracking slightly, as the newly absorbed pure blood energy and resentment flowed slowly within his spiritual sea, bringing a sense of satiated languor.

"Tsk, this is getting a bit cloying."

"Hey Dog, let's go eat something else and rinse our mouths."

"Woof! You should have gone a long time ago!"

As soon as Dog heard the word "eat," his ears perked up and his tail wagged happily.

"That pig's head stuff, the smell is strong, but it gets too cloying after a while. We need to switch to something lighter to cleanse our system!"

Without even being told, Doggy nimbly jumped into the driver's seat, adjusted the seat and rearview mirror, his movements so skillful they brought tears to people's eyes.

Ji Zuodao opened the passenger door, comfortably nestled into the seat, took out the encrypted phone, and casually swiped the navigation a few times.

"We're not going to that hole-in-the-wall restaurant today; let's try something new and exotic."

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he placed his phone on the center console bracket.

"Hey Dog, follow the navigation, let's try something new."

"Foreign stuff? Can it compare to braised pork intestines?"

You'll know when you get there.

Ten minutes later, the blue SUV came to a steady stop in front of a prominent fast food restaurant in the commercial district.

The huge golden "M" sign gleamed in the sunlight.

Dog stepped on the brakes, looked up through the windshield at the simple, yellow archway sign it had never seen before.

The dog's face showed a genuine look of bewilderment and curiosity, like a country bumpkin visiting the city.

It sniffed, the unfamiliar, industrially blended aroma of food both confusing and subtly exciting it.

"Woof? That's it? It smells... weirdly fragrant, but it's kind of fake?"

Dog-Grandpa muttered to himself, using remarkably precise words to describe the essential difference between the aroma of fast food and "wok hei" (the smoky flavor imparted by a wok).

Ji Zuodao got out of the car and looked around the modern shop with great interest.

"This is McDonald's, a Western fast food chain, a global chain, and it's all about standardization."

"As for the taste, opinions vary, but it's all about novelty and convenience. Come on, Dog, let's try what this capitalist 'sugar-coated bullet' tastes like."

He lifted his leg and walked towards the bright automatic glass door.

Dogman quickly locked the car and followed with small, quick steps.

Under the secret whispers of Doggy, "I've never seen this before," "I'd like to try that too," and "Anyway, you just did a good job today, the bureau will reimburse you!", Ji Zuodao carried a tray piled high with food—

It was stuffed with all kinds of hamburgers, golden and shiny fried chicken nuggets, thick and crispy fries, and several cups of brown soda with straws and ice cubes floating on top.

Ji Zuodao found a quiet corner booth and sat down.

"Snap!"

Dog couldn't wait to paw open a cardboard box with a prominent "M" printed on it. Inside lay a round object wrapped with golden bread, a meat patty, vegetables, and white sauce.

It lowered its head to sniff, then tentatively took a bite.

The soft bread, juicy meat patty, sweet and sour sauce, and refreshing vegetables mingled in the dog's mouth.

The dog paused in its chewing motion, its eyes widened slightly, and then it quickened its chewing speed, letting out a satisfied "purr" from its throat.

"Woof! You little rascal, this thing... is interesting! The outer 'bread' is soft, and the meat pie inside..."

"Tsk, although it's not as chewy as freshly slaughtered livestock, the seasoning is really good! This sauce is sour with a hint of sweetness, very appetizing!"

It quickly devoured a hamburger, then used its paws to grab a box of golden fries, clumsily dipped them in ketchup, and stuffed them into its mouth.

"Crunch, crunch... Woof! This is crispy! Salty and savory, much crispier than dried meat strips!"

Dog was thoroughly enjoying the meal, praising all the novel flavors.

Although they still used down-to-earth terms like "mo" (馍) and "roubingzi" (肉饼子), they were clearly quite satisfied with this Western-style meal.

"Hey kid, why aren't you eating? What are you looking at?"

Dog Master glanced up and noticed that Ji Zuodao hadn't touched the food in front of him.

He was just holding a French fry, dipping it in ketchup sporadically.

Ji Zuodao did not answer, but his gaze drifted sideways to the other side of the restaurant.

A few tables away from them, a little girl who looked about eleven or twelve years old, wearing an elegant dress, was sitting quietly in a chair by the window.

In front of her was a barely touched chocolate milkshake and a bag of fries, her little hands neatly placed on her knees.

It's the little girl Zhao Lingling.

Two men sat on her left and right sides.

A bald man, wearing a tight black T-shirt that revealed his tattooed arms, was taking big bites of a hamburger, his eyes occasionally sweeping fiercely over his surroundings.

Another tall, thin man, wearing an ill-fitting suit, looked somewhat pale, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table.

Zhao Lingling sat between them, her small face slightly lowered, her long eyelashes drooping down.

But Ji Zuodao could see clearly that those eyes, which should have been lively, were now empty and blank.

Only when the rhythm of the tapping fingers of the tall, thin man beside her changed slightly would her eyelids tremble very slightly, like a puppet being pulled by invisible threads.

"Tsk."

Ji Zuodao tossed the fries, half-dipped in ketchup, back into the box and slowly wiped his fingers with a napkin.

He used telepathy, his voice revealing no emotion, only a faint, almost mocking tone.

"Hey Dog, look, that little thing we struggled to rescue yesterday... it seems to have rolled back onto the cutting board by itself."

Dogman sniffed carefully in that direction.

"Indeed, his soul is unsettled, and his three yang flames are as weak as candles in the wind. Is he bewitched, or is he under a curse..."

It's hard to say. But those two next to me have a...unlucky vibe about them; they're not exactly friendly.

It licked its crumbly lips, a gleam of light flashing in its eyes as if it had spotted a new toy.

"What's up, kid? Are you going to do anything about it?"

"Do what you want."

"Didn't the bureau provide us with vehicles, equipment, and even official positions?"

Ji Zuodao put down the cola cup, the bottom of the glass gently tapping against the table with a crisp "tap".

"We can't just take these five social insurances and one housing fund, plus the monster meat rations, for nothing."

But I have no interest in these two small fish. They're too bony to even be fit in my teeth.

"If we're going to fish, let's catch that big catfish that's been holding on tight..."

Ji Zuodao's lips curled into a cold, emotionless smile.

"I'm curious, what's so alluring about this little brat that makes people keep pulling her into their arms? Could she be hiding something we didn't detect yesterday?"

Dog Master transmitted his voice:

"So what do we do now? Just go over there, grab those two gatekeepers, and pry them open to ask them questions?"

"What's the rush? If you disturb the grass, the snake will retreat back into its hole."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, while his Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

The next second, he slightly opened his mouth.

A tiny worm, the size of a grain of rice, translucent like jade, and almost perfectly round, silently "slipped" out from between his slightly parted lips.

It landed precisely in his already loosely clenched and waiting palm.

It was one of his most prized possessions—a sleep bug.

It was created by gathering the feelings of sleepiness and laziness in all living beings.

It doesn't harm or kill anyone; its sole purpose is to silently and imperceptibly "plant" the thought of "dozing off" deep into the mind of the target.

Those who are affected will not fall into a deep sleep immediately, but will feel fatigue, mental confusion, and sluggishness, as if they have not slept for three days and three nights, but not to the point of falling asleep immediately.

It is an excellent aid to manufacturing negligence.

Ji Zuodao did not immediately fire the insect.

He is waiting.

Wait for the most natural and least noticeable opportunity.