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

Director Lin held his cigarette, remaining silent. Behind the smoke, his expression shifted several times.

At first, the little bit of rules and principles in his heart flickered like a small flame—

Isn't doing this a bit too unhygienic?

Is it in accordance with regulations? Is it legal?

After all, we're 749, a legitimate unit...

But the thought had barely surfaced when he suppressed it by figuring out the consequences himself.

He mentally went through Ji Zuodao's "script"—

The evil cultivators attacked and wiped out the entire Zhou family.

Evidence? The traces of evil magic all over the ground, the dead bodies of the Zhou family members—aren't those irrefutable pieces of evidence?

Upon receiving intelligence, Caiyun 749 launched a swift and courageous attack, fighting a fierce battle to finally capture or kill the vicious evil cultivator gang on the spot.

Combating crime and protecting... well, although the person wasn't saved, they eradicated a scourge that harmed the area and maintained the stability and harmony of the Caiyun cultivation world.

Wow! Holy crap! The process is flawless, not a single thing is wrong.

He had almost finished reciting the report in his mind, guaranteeing that it would be righteous and moving.

This achievement deserves a prominent and significant recognition.

He received praise from his superiors and was admired by his peers.

As for the funds... cough cough, the seized assets and embezzled funds, according to regulations, should be partially returned as case-handling expenses and rewards. This is reasonable, legal, and justifiable, and everyone in the bureau can benefit from it.

As for the Zhou family?

Alas, they can only blame their bad luck for provoking such a ruthless character. Our 749th Bureau received the intelligence and went to their aid with all our might, but unfortunately, the criminals were too vicious...

Perfect.

Director Lin's fingers, which were holding the cigarette, trembled almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't fear, it was excitement.

The little bit of unease that had been throbbing in my heart at first has now melted away completely, like a snowflake exposed to the sun.

This plan... it's a bit shady, it's a bit malicious, but it's fucking amazing!

They put on a good show, reaped the real benefits, had someone willingly take the blame, and attributed all the credit to 749.

He lifted his eyelids and peered through the smoke at the young man opposite him.

Ji Zuodao was holding a glass of cool tea, sipping it slowly, with an innocent expression that seemed to say, "Am I clever? Praise me!"

Those eyes shone like oiled glass beads, filled with a sly, mischievous smile.

Director Lin's pent-up feelings had now fully fermented, turning sour and tinged with a hint of jealousy.

Oh shit.

What incredible luck did that old fox Zhang Yucheng have?

From which nook and cranny did they dig out this precious gem?

How is that brain of yours designed?

How come this approach is so unconventional, yet so unconventional that you can't find any major fault with it?

Why isn't this kind of reckless person, who was born to work for 749, one of the people in his Caiyun branch?

Speaking of Ji Zuodao, his hometown is clearly Caiyun!

Those are the children of Caiyun, with impeccable revolutionary credentials!

Jinghai 749 is being dishonest!

They've poached him from his own territory!

Director Lin was intrigued by Ji Zuodao's plan.

Since you've decided to start cooking, you need to thoroughly understand the recipe and master the cooking time.

"If we're really going to do it that way, we have to be extremely meticulous about the details."

Director Lin flicked his cigarette ash, his eyes sharpening.

"How do you plan to get those evil cultivators to obediently attack the Zhou family? And make them attack fiercely and thoroughly?"

Ji Zuodao put down his crossed legs, leaned forward, and the sly smile on his face faded, replaced by a more serious expression as he discussed professional techniques.

"Simple. It's similar to what I did at the bar today, but the direction needs to be adjusted."

"Today, we're amplifying the murderous intent of these evil cultivators, lighting a fire so they can burn themselves."

"To deal with the Zhou family, we can't just rely on killing them. We need a more lasting and effective pretext—"

He paused, then uttered two words, slowly and deliberately:

"greedy."

There's an old saying: "People die for wealth, birds die for food."

"Greed is a bottomless pit in people's hearts that can never be filled, a mad dog that can't be tamed. Just tear open the hole in greed, let some air in, and let it burn fiercely..."

Ji Zuodao made a grasping motion in the air with his fingers, as if he had grasped something invisible, and then suddenly pulled:

"That's much more effective than any blood feud or anger. They'll just grab the rope and crash into the mountain of gold, and you can't pull them back."

Director Lin squinted and nodded slowly.

This approach is indeed more sophisticated, and also more insidious.

Hatred may dissipate with killing.

Fear may be suppressed by the stronger.

Greed, once stirred up, is like a maggot clinging to the bone, never stopping until it has devoured all the visible and imaginable benefits.

"There is another crucial issue: Caiyun 749 cannot be deployed until all the Zhou family members are dead."

Director Lin tapped the table, his voice turning deep:

"But the Zhou family's ancestor is a genuine second-level Divine Power Realm cultivator. Even if those evil cultivators are insatiably greedy, they might not be able to take him down."

Everyone else in the conference room held their breath.

Yes, that's the most crucial hurdle.

Once a Qi Refining cultivator in the Divine Power Realm activates their innate divine power and creates a protective domain, any cultivator below the Divine Power Realm who enters is like a chick entering a washing machine—they're basically just there to be rubbed and crushed.

No matter how many heretical cultivators there are, in front of a furious Divine Power Realm ancestor, they would probably just be a dish that takes a little effort to prepare.

"This...?"

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed, but the light in his eyes was dazzling.

"Grandpa Zhou, leave it to me, I guarantee a win."

"you?"

Director Lin was taken aback, and his brows furrowed instantly.

"This is no time for jokes. What is your cultivation level?"

"First level of the Dharma Aspect Realm, impressive, isn't it? Are you scared?"

Director Lin: "..."

The investigators in the conference room: "..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

That really scared me!

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

The first level of the Dharma Realm?

Fighting a second-level Divine Power Realm cultivator?

Brother, there's a whole major level difference between these two!

That's an insurmountable chasm! A chasm!

A kindergarten boxing champion is challenging for the professional heavyweight gold belt!

Once someone activates their innate supernatural power, their domain is slung over your head like a sack, pulling you into their world...

You can basically start thinking about how to write your will. And I'll give it to you?

Director Lin remained silent, only squinting at Ji Zuodao's face, trying to find even the slightest trace of a joke or bluff.

No.

This kid seems to be serious.

This realization caused the bitterness in Director Lin's heart, which had almost subsided, to surge up again.

Damn it... First level of the Dharma Aspect Realm against a second level of the Divine Power Realm, is it a guaranteed win?

This isn't confidence, this is fucking weird!

From which crack in the rock did Zhang Yucheng dig out this thing?

The fact that he could come up with such a ruthless scheme as "using someone else's knife to kill another, and then double-crossing them" proves that this kid is incredibly clever and resourceful.

Now look what's happened! He actually thinks he can cross a whole realm and challenge a Divine Power Realm ancestor one-on-one?

But judging from his resolute demeanor, he didn't seem like someone who had lost their mind...

Director Lin felt incredibly restless, a mix of emotions—a bittersweet ache, a strange mix of anticipation and dread—that he dared not even contemplate.

How did this "monster" who is both literate and martial, cunning and reckless, with a unique way of thinking and overflowing self-confidence, end up in Jinghai 749 and in the hands of that old fox Zhang Yucheng?

If this were someone from his Caiyun branch...

Just imagining it made Director Lin's blood pressure rise; he felt excited.

He took a deep drag on the cigarette butt, which was almost burned down to the filter, inhaling the last bit of pungent smoke into his lungs. After a long while, he slowly exhaled, his voice a little dry:

Are you confident?

Ji Zuodao smiled brightly:

"I'm 98% confident. The remaining 0.2% is to save face for the Zhou family patriarch, so he doesn't lose too badly and his Dao heart collapses."

"..."

The meeting room became even quieter.

Good! That's arrogant enough!