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

boom!

The man in the suit slammed his fist hard on the wooden table, making the teacups on the table rattle loudly.

"Luo Laoqi! What the hell does the buyer mean?!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the gaunt old man across from him who was leisurely sipping his tea.

"How long has it been?! They still haven't arrived?!"

"Do they even realize that every minute this girl stays here increases the risk of her death?!"

"749 has already started sweeping through! Their informants in every black market are on the move!"

Across from him, the gaunt old man known as Luo Laoqi slowly put down his coarse porcelain teacup.

She raised her cloudy yet shrewd triangular eyes and glanced sideways at the man in the suit.

"What's the rush?"

"If you're going to be such a coward, don't take on this job. In our line of work, the worst thing you can do is... lose your temper."

He paused, picked up the teapot, and poured himself another half cup of murky tea, which swirled around the rim of the cup.

"749?"

Luo Laoqi sneered, his contempt undisguised.

"Who do you think you are?"

"It's nothing."

On the sofa, the fake Zhao Lingling remained sitting blankly, her small mouth slightly open, like an exquisite doll.

Unbeknownst to anyone, deep within her throat, a strange eyeball, enveloped in dark red blood vessels and pulsating slightly, was silently watching them.

The scene before them, along with Luo Laoqi's contemptuous mockery, was projected onto everyone in Bureau 749 in real time, word for word.

"Bang--!"

At Bureau 749, a group of investigators who had been summoned to assemble, one of them couldn't hold back any longer and punched the metal wall.

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

"That Deputy Director Liu?"

Luo Laoqi took a sip of tea.

"Liuzhou, huh? A complete brute. His brain is full of protein powder. All he does all day is shout 'Assemble!' 'Attack!' 'Back up!' He shouts slogans all the time, but what else can he shout?"

"Oh my god—!"

Liu Ming rolled up his sleeves, his face flushed red, and his eyes almost spitting fire:

"That old bastard! I fucking..."

"Stand still."

Deputy Director Liu didn't even turn his head.

He was talking about me, not you. What's the rush?

Liu Ming was momentarily speechless, opening his mouth only to see that his father's back muscles were already tense, like granite poised to strike.

"And that Liu Ming."

Luo Laoqi's voice continued to drift from the projector, carrying a mocking and disdainful tone as he commented on the younger generation.

"He's utterly useless. He only has the ability because his father is a deputy director; he's completely incompetent, yet he's always running around the bureau, grabbing any female investigator and talking about his mission and bragging..."

Ha, if you didn't know better, you'd think he was the director of 749 in Jinghai.

"Slander! This is utter slander!!"

Liu Ming instantly turned red from his neck to his ears, hopping mad and shouting, his voice distorted:

"That was work-related communication! Normal communication between colleagues! It was to promote teamwork! He doesn't know anything!!"

"And that one codenamed Mandrill, he's got quite a size, but unfortunately his brain's as solid as his muscles..."

With his legs crossed, Luo Laoqi, counting on his withered fingers, commented on and ridiculed each of the well-known investigators from the Jinghai 749 branch.

The tone was casual, and the words were harsh.

It's like commenting on radishes and cabbages that aren't fresh enough at the market.

Jinghai 749, the air is frozen.

Immediately following was the heavy, suppressed breathing of lava before a volcanic eruption.

"Fuck his ancestors..."

"That old scoundrel..."

"I want to tear his mouth apart right now..."

Groans, curses, and the cracking of knuckles rose and fell.

Every investigator whose name was called had red eyes, gritted their teeth, and their chests heaved violently.

The anger, like molten lava, churned and boiled in the confined space, almost bursting through the roof.

"Damn it!!!"

Deputy Director Liu suddenly let out a deafening roar!

He stood up abruptly, his specially made uniform looking as if it were about to burst from the sudden expansion of his muscles!

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily, like a raging bear.

Then, under everyone's astonished gaze—

Deputy Director Liu strode up to Dog Master, squatted down, and stretched out his large, fan-like hands with prominent veins.

Without saying a word, they pried open Dog's mouth!

"Director Liu?! What are you doing here...?!"

Dog was bent so that its eyes were wide open, and it made a "groaning" protest in its throat, kicking its four paws wildly.

"Open the door!!"

Deputy Director Liu's forehead veins bulged as he lunged at Dog Master's gaping, bottomless mouth, ready to burrow inside!

"I'm going over there right now! I'll personally twist that old bastard's head off and shove it down his toilet!!"

"Hey! Uncle Liu! Uncle Liu!! No! No!!"

Ji Zuodao rushed forward and grabbed Deputy Director Liu's thick waist from behind, using all his strength to barely hold back this berserk "humanoid tyrannosaurus".

"Uncle! Calm down! Please calm down!!"

"A big fish! The big fish we're looking for hasn't taken the bait yet!!"

"If you go over there now, won't you be alerting them?! Our plan to 'catch them like turtles in a jar' and 'take them all down' will be completely ruined!"

"That old scoundrel is right there! He can't escape! Let's be patient! Just a little longer! As soon as that big fish shows its face, we'll pounce!"

While desperately dragging Deputy Director Liu backward, Ji Zuodao quickly gave Liu Ming, Shanxiao, and the others beside him meaningful glances.

The crowd then seemed to snap out of their daze and swarmed forward, some grabbing arms, others pulling legs, and with a flurry of activity, they finally managed to drag the enraged Deputy Director Liu a few steps away from Dog Master's mouth.

Dog quickly shut his mouth, and touched his chin with his paw with lingering fear. His face was full of lingering fear.

Deputy Director Liu was forced into a chair by the crowd, but he was still so angry that his chest heaved violently and he was panting heavily.

A pair of bull-like eyes stared intently at the gaunt old man on the projection wall, who was still leisurely sipping tea, completely unaware of the impending catastrophe.

"Holy crap..."

He gritted his teeth and forced out a few words:

"Fine... I'll wait another ten minutes."

……

Just as Deputy Director Liu was about to lose his temper...

There was finally some new activity from the projection area, and two people walked in one after the other.

Walking in front was a middle-aged, plump man dressed in an elegant Tang suit, with a friendly, money-making smile on his face, and two shiny walnuts in his hands.

Half a step behind was a young man with a slightly pale face and a sinister look in his eyes.

When their faces appeared clearly on the projected screen—

Jinghai 749, Deputy Director Liu slowly straightened up, his knuckles cracking softly.

Zhao Ping, standing nearby, suddenly felt his pupils shrink and his breathing become rapid. He stared intently at the fat man in the Tang suit and forced out a few words through gritted teeth:

"Wang Sihai...it was you."

His voice was a mixture of shock, realization, and the bone-chilling coldness of being stabbed in the back by the person he trusted most.

Deputy Director Liu slowly turned his head to look at Zhao Ping, a cold, unfeeling smile spreading across his lips:

"Brother Zhao, this time... we've finally caught the real culprit."

"You've kept it well hidden. On the surface, you're a business partner who's in cahoots with you, but behind the scenes... you're the one plotting against your girl."

His gaze returned to the projection, locking onto the young man, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"That kid next to him... isn't that his son? I think his name is Wang Teng. I remember he was born with weak acupoints and couldn't cultivate."

Ji Zuodao stared at the two faces on the projection, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together.

"Uncle Liu, Uncle Zhao, it seems..."

"Our 'all-you-can-eat' feast will be ready to begin soon."