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

As Ji Zuodao was stroking his chin, pondering Director Lin's cunning and underhanded tactics, Doggy, who had been dry heaving beside him, became furious.

"Ugh—damn it!"

After spitting out the last mouthful of bile, Dog King raised his paw to wipe his mouth and then began to spew bile at Director Lin:

"Why the hell did you bring so many people here when you could have handled this all by yourself?!"

"Trying to show off your skills?!"

"Look at this! They're all crammed together like sardines in a can! A huge, swarming mess, my throat's about to swell up!"

"And you! You! Yes, you! What are you hiding for! Haven't you showered in days?! You smell worse than my piss when I mark my territory!"

"The smell is giving me a headache! I've lost a lot of money this time, let me tell you!"

The dog stood upright, one paw on its non-existent hip, the other almost poking Director Lin's nose:

"Work injury! Definitely a work injury! Compensation for emotional distress, respiratory infection, olfactory contamination... it'll be at least a million or two! You figure it out yourself!"

Director Lin's lips twitched. He glanced at Ji Zuodao, who was watching the show, and then at the black dog in front of him, spitting as it spoke. Veins bulged on his forehead.

Well, no wonder he came from Jinghai 749.

This bandit-like mentality of seizing any opportunity to extort money is truly inherited from the same lineage, even dogs are no exception.

He secretly grumbled to himself.

Despite his anger, Director Lin knew perfectly well that Dog Master's teleportation skills were indeed remarkable.

Unlike ordinary teleportation arrays that require complex setups and exhibit obvious spiritual energy fluctuations.

Dog Master's move was silent and stealthy, without any fluctuation of spiritual energy, making it impossible to defend against.

The best part is that it's convenient—just throw half of this thing's stomach at the destination, and you're all set.

There's no need to painstakingly inscribe array patterns, no need for regular maintenance and recharging, and no need to worry about interference or damage.

The only downside is the messy way it goes in and out—it goes in through the dog's mouth and out through its stomach...

And this dog is ridiculously expensive.

I heard this guy can read minds?

As Director Lin thought about it, he started to feel a pang of jealousy again.

Damn it, why are all the good stuff crowding into Jinghai 749?

Ji Zuodao is right, and so is this damned dog!

What incredible luck did Zhang Yucheng have?

The ancestral graves aren't emitting green smoke, they're spewing pillars of fire!

If he weren't truly outmatched and afraid that Zhang Yucheng would actually come all the way from Jinghai to Caiyun with his sword, he would have loved to steal Zhang Yucheng away right now.

"Alright, alright, Dog Master, you'll have to do this."

Director Lin suppressed the dangerous thought of poaching his employee, put on a warm smile, and waved his hand dismissively:

"You've had a long trip. Here, take whatever you like from this place!"

"Huh?!"

Just moments ago, Dog was baring its teeth and looking like it was going to cause trouble if it didn't get paid, but upon hearing this, its ears perked up and its eyes lit up.

"You said it yourself! Director Lin, you're so generous and magnanimous!"

His expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. Dog-Master's face immediately lit up with a grin, his tail wagging like a propeller, and he trotted off towards the evil cultivators sprawled on the ground—

The target was clear: the bulging storage bags in their arms and at their waists.

"Woof! Let go! You're practically dead and you're still clutching it so tightly? You'd rather lose your life than your money?!"

Although the few evil cultivators were convulsing as if they had been electrocuted, they still struggled to protect the storage bag.

Unfortunately, his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't possibly out-snatch it from Dog Master.

Not only did it fail to protect him, but the impatient Doggy also took the opportunity to bite him, leaving two clear rows of dog teeth marks on the back of his hand.

"Ptooey! What a smell!" Dog King spat in disgust, then trotted away with the storage bag in his mouth.

Ji Zuodao smiled as he watched the chaotic scene unfold, then turned to Director Lin and asked:

"Director Lin, aren't we going to kill these people?"

In Jinghai, if you encounter evil cultivators, there's only one word—kill.

In Deputy Director Liu's words, since these scumbags will almost certainly be sentenced to death anyway, why waste food locking them up?

Not to mention the complicated procedures of arrest, interrogation, detention, and sentencing.

Kill them outright, it's quick and efficient, and it saves the country some financial expenditure.

After listening, Director Lin slowly shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces on the ground contorted with pain and fear, his tone calm and unwavering:

"Just kill them? That would be too wasteful."

The few evil cultivators on the ground whose convulsions were slightly less severe suddenly burst into an astonishing light upon hearing this, as if they were dying people grasping at a straw.

Can he survive? There's still a chance?! He won't be riddled with bullets anymore?!

The surprise lasted less than half a second.

Director Lin's next words were like ice water in the dead of winter, instantly extinguishing their newly kindled flame, leaving it completely extinguished.

"Our Caiyun has nothing else but mountains, dense forests, and even more wasteland."

Director Lin's tone remained calm, as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner:

"Place a restriction on them and throw them into the deep mountains and forests to clear land. Work around the clock. Anyway, they are Qi cultivators, their foundation is more solid than ordinary people, and they can withstand a lot of hardship."

"Their sentences are considered complete when they die."

The heretical practitioners: "!!!"

Holy crap?!

The heretical cultivators on the ground were stunned, forgetting even to convulse, their minds filled with only one thought:

This is worse than being shot!

Working around the clock? Working until you die?

What era are we living in? Are we still using the old slave society mentality?

Even black men aren't this miserable!

Is this really the director of Bureau 749?

When did the 749 election for bureau chief start using animalistic standards?!

Ji Zuodao raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, inwardly praising his expertise.

Holy crap, in terms of how inhuman this Director Lin is, he's almost on par with my own inner demon brother!

Director Lin's motto is "to use people until they die and that's it."

Ji Zhengdao is even more ruthless; he's the kind of guy who says, "Even if someone dies, you have to keep working for him if you bring them back to life."

They're all beasts!

Immediately, several somewhat educated heretics struggled and protested with all their might, shouting their protests:

"This is inhumane! This is slavery! We demand human rights! We'd rather die than be slaves!"

"Yes! I'd rather die than go!"

Upon hearing this, Director Lin was not annoyed at all; instead, he nodded in agreement.

"You have guts. Fine, we respect your personal choice."

His tone even carried a hint of admiration, but his words sent chills down the spines of the evil cultivators:

"Perfect timing. The bureau is planning a live-streamed educational program for Qi practitioners, and they're looking for a few exemplary cases. Publicly dismembering someone should be quite effective."

"Just you few will do. You've got guts, you're exemplary. I'll go and invite a few skilled master craftsmen over in a bit..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"Director Lin!"

Ji Zuodao's eyes lit up instantly, like a child seeing a beloved toy, and he eagerly raised his hand, volunteering:

"Why bother hiring a master craftsman? The expert is right here!"

He patted his chest, his face beaming with a warm and professional smile:

"Tendering, skinning, deboning, slicing meat... I'm an expert at it all! My skills are absolutely authentic! I guarantee a visually stunning experience with profound educational value! Leave it to me, and you can rest assured!"

Director Lin glanced at him and readily agreed:

"Okay. You're the one."

Ji Zuodao's smile grew even brighter as he rubbed his hands together, his gaze sweeping back and forth over the protesting evil cultivators.

Those evil cultivators who had been shouting "I'd rather die than be a slave" just moments before were now frozen in place, their minds blank.

No...no...

Is that settled?

Should we proceed with the execution by slow slicing? Or broadcast it live?!

The key question is, don't you even bother to go through the proper procedures? Shouldn't you at least try to negotiate the price?

Looking at Ji Zuodao's eager eyes, which resembled a butcher eyeing livestock.

Several heretical cultivators' Adam's apples bobbed violently, their faces turning white, then green, then purple.

"Actually... I've thought about it carefully..."

"Developing the frontier, reclaiming wasteland and planting trees, contributing to... and society is a good thing..."

"Yes, yes, yes! Labor reform! To start anew! We are willing to undergo labor reform!"

"I've always been strong, perfect for pioneering new land!"

"Me too!"