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

A secret room in the black market.

After dealing with the bald man, Luo Laoqi's old face was plastered with a fawning smile as he jogged over and opened the door to the next room.

"Boss Wang, the goods are here, please inspect them—"

"Test your mother!"

The door had barely opened a crack when a fist, carrying a violent gale, slammed into Luo Laoqi's old face like a cannonball!

"puff--!"

Before Luo Laoqi could even scream, he was sent flying backwards like a broken ball that had been hit with full force!

With a loud crash, it slammed against the opposite wall, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible, before sliding softly down.

A radial pattern of bloodstains and suspicious paste-like stains were left on the wall.

Deputy Director Liu clenched his fists, his knuckles making a teeth-grinding "crack" sound. His burly body, still exuding a lingering killing intent, strode out of the door first.

He twisted his neck, his gaze sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto Wang Sihai and his son, who were frozen in the room.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Ming flashed out, and with a flick of his hands, more than a dozen talismans shimmering with golden light shot out as if they had come to life!

"Clap clap clap clap—!"

Vajra talismans, silence talismans, and restriction talismans... were precisely affixed to the four walls, ceiling, and even the door frame of the room!

The pale golden film of light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Now, the entire room is one you can enter but not leave.

Ji Zuodao slowly followed and strolled out, his gaze sweeping across the room.

Seeing only Wang Sihai and his son, a half-dead Luo Laoqi, and the corpses of the man in the suit and the bald man on the ground, a look of undisguised disappointment appeared on his face.

"Tsk, just a few plates of rotten vegetable leaves? Uncle Liu, this 'feast' is... a bit meager. We didn't sell anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, one figure after another filed out from the door behind him.

The dozen or so investigators who had just received "friendly comments" from Luo Laoqi were all present.

Everyone wore a sinister grin, a result of suppressed emotions finally finding an outlet.

His eyes were so fierce they looked like he wanted to devour them alive, fixed intently on Wang Sihai and Luo Laoqi, who was slumped in the corner.

The air in the room instantly became as heavy as lead.

Deputy Director Liu flexed his wrists and walked step by step to Luo Laoqi, who was slumped in the corner, his face covered in blood, his chin crooked, and could only make "hoarse" sounds.

He squatted down, grabbed Luo Laoqi's sparse hair with his large, fan-like hand, roughly lifted his deformed old face, and brought it close to his face.

A sinister, almost "kind" smile twisted his face; his voice wasn't loud, but each word was like a hammer blow:

"Old man, what did you just say... what was 749 again? Nothing at all?"

"Cough... Heh..."

Luo Laoqi's cloudy eyes were filled with utter terror. He wanted to beg for mercy, but could only spit out blood and foam mixed with broken teeth.

"Tsk, his mouth is crooked, and he can't even speak properly."

Deputy Director Liu seemed somewhat regretful, and casually tossed Luo Laoqi aside like trash to the group of eager investigators behind him.

"Guys, this old bastard has a foul mouth and a ruthless heart. Interrogate him properly, make him sober up, and think about what he should say."

"Yes, boss!"

"Don't worry, Director Liu! I guarantee I'll get a thorough interrogation!"

Several investigators grinned maliciously as they surrounded Luo Laoqi, grabbed his legs, and dragged him to a corner of the room.

Soon, suppressed, muffled thuds of fists landing and desperately suppressed groans echoed through the air.

Deputy Director Liu didn't say what the interrogation would be about, and no one asked what the interrogation would be about. Why bother with those trivial details? Just start with the severe torture.

Everything happened too fast, in the blink of an eye.

Wang Sihai's smile froze completely, his mind went blank, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

What's going on?!

What are people from 749 doing here?! Where did they come from?!

Where are the people he arranged to guard the perimeter?

Those are all experts! They even specifically instructed us to keep an eye out for anyone acting suspiciously, especially those who look like part of a "film crew"!

No... they came out of the room where "Zhao Lingling" was being held...

There's a mole within the organization?!

Wang Sihai looked at Luo Laoqi, who was being kicked around in the corner, in shock—it didn't seem like the old man was even more bewildered than he was.

"The one surnamed Wang."

A cold voice interrupted Wang Sihai's chaotic thoughts.

Deputy Director Liu had somehow already taken a seat on the blood-stained sofa, crossed his legs, and tapped his knees absently with his fingers.

He raised his eyelids, his gaze like two icicles piercing Wang Sihai.

"Dare to smuggle goods on my Jinghai turf... Does your Wang family have enough heads for me to chop off for fun? Hmm?"

The last "hmm" sound, carrying a mountain-like sense of oppression, struck Wang Sihai's heart heavily.

Wang Sihai's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and his voice trembled:

"Brother Liu... this, this must be a misunderstanding... a huge misunderstanding! I, I just came here to discuss a business deal, this, this has nothing to do with me..."

"Misunderstanding my ass!!"

A roar, suppressed to the extreme, finally exploded out!

Zhao Ping stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot. Before anyone could react, he raised his leg and kicked Wang Sihai hard in the shinbone with all his might!

"Snap—!!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking was clearly audible!

"ah--!!!"

Wang Sihai let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his twisted and deformed legs as he collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain and drenched in cold sweat.

Zhao Ping's chest heaved violently as he pointed at Wang Sihai on the ground, his fingers trembling, yet his voice remained strangely calm, a calm masking a turbulent undercurrent.

"I, Zhao Ping... consider you a brother! I'm one of your brothers! I'll share the profits with you in business, and I treat your son like my own nephew!"

"Is this how you repay me?! By taking my daughter's life... to fill the void left by your good-for-nothing son's path of cultivation?!"

He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at Wang Teng, who was already terrified.

Wang Teng was stung by that gaze and instinctively stepped back, his face drained of color.

"You little bastard! If you ever look at my daughter like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out and use them as a snack!!"

Zhao Ping growled.

"Father! Father! Save me!" Wang Teng was terrified and hid behind his screaming father.

"Brother Zhao! It's my fault! It's all my fault!"

Despite the excruciating pain, tears streaming down his face, Wang Sihai clung tightly to Zhao Ping's leg with his still-functioning hand, pleading for mercy:

"I was bewitched! I was so desperate for my son to succeed! It's all my fault! I planned everything myself, it has nothing to do with my son! It has nothing to do with the Wang family! I beg you, for the sake of our past relationship, spare Teng'er, he's still just a child!"

He knew he was completely finished today.

Being in Liuzhou here means there is absolutely no room for maneuver.

All he wants now is to protect his son and prevent the Wang family from being implicated.

Whether it's closed or not isn't up to you to decide.

A clear, slightly mocking voice rang out.

Ji Zuodao led Dog Master over slowly.

Hmm? How did Dog Master get in?

Oh, eating yourself, that's basic stuff.

Under Wang Sihai's desperate gaze, Ji Zuodao grabbed the trembling Wang Teng by the collar and lifted him up in front of him like a chick.

He lowered his head, bringing his face close to Wang Teng's pale face, his nostrils twitching slightly, and a faint blue light gleaming in his eyes.