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

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

This statement needs to be revised when applied to Ji Zuodao.

He was someone who, having accomplished his mission and filled his pockets, would then consider returning to his mountain retreat.

Director Lin didn't keep anyone for long. Right now, the bureau was busy with inventory, cleanup, and dealing with inquiries from higher-ups.

However, before Ji Zuodao left, Director Lin pulled him aside, his smile so sincere it seemed almost radiant, and the conditions he offered were so generous they could move even a saint's heart—

Double the Spirit Stone quota, independent office courtyard, and freedom of action.

He even hinted that the best items in the bureau's warehouse could be "used with priority, depending on circumstances."

It's clear that Director Lin is truly determined to poach talent from Jinghai 749.

There was no way around it; he genuinely liked this kid, Ji Zuodao.

Efficient in handling affairs, decisive in action, hard-hearted, and with a bottom line that can flexibly adjust according to the situation—

When it comes to rules, they can argue with you for three days and three nights about regulations; when it comes to being a rogue, they can be even more rogue than a rogue.

I haven't seen such a versatile and competent investigator in the 749 system for many years.

"How about it, Xiao Ji? Think it over seriously. Caiyun is your hometown, so it's perfectly legitimate for you to come back and develop your career here. Although my temple isn't as grand as the one in Jinghai, it's very popular and we won't mistreat our own people."

Director Lin's eyes were piercing, giving off an air of "If you nod, I'll get you onboarded tomorrow."

Ji Zuodao scratched his head, a smile that was both deeply apologetic and resolute on his face:

"Director Lin, your terms are unbeatable, truly the best they can offer. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't tempted."

"How can I put it..."

He smacked his lips, as if he was pondering the right words.

"I think I'd be more comfortable staying in that bandit den of Jinghai. The atmosphere there suits me."

"Besides, if someone has to keep an eye on things, then Uncle Zhang... hey, he's the best fit. He's the one who can shoulder responsibilities together and share the good fortune with us. Those two qualities alone are enough to beat 99% of leaders."

Director Lin looked at him, didn't try to persuade him further, but simply patted him on the shoulder and sighed deeply:

"Fine, everyone has their own ambitions. You can't force a relationship."

"Take care on the road. When you return to Jinghai, please give my regards to Zhang Yucheng—tell him I thank him for lending me the man; I will remember this favor."

"Alright! I'll definitely bring it!"

Ji Zuodao chuckled and agreed, then turned to greet Gouye, who had been dozing off nearby, and Qiqi, who was standing quietly, before strolling out.

Director Lin stood with his hands behind his back, watching the figures of the man, the dog, and the little zombie disappear at the end of the long street. He shook his head, a mixture of regret and envy bubbling up in his heart.

"Zhang Yucheng, oh Zhang Yucheng..."

"Why is your luck so unlucky?"

"All the promising talents and rare finds are flocking to Jinghai like cats smelling fish."

"Not only did they infiltrate, but they were all so devoted to you. Their loyalty... If you didn't know them, you'd think they were investigators, but if you didn't, you'd think they were death squads you'd raised since childhood."

"What kind of succubus are you? You're the kind who only sucks people in, aren't you?"

He had heard that Zhang Yucheng had gone to the General Administration to report on his work a few years ago.

I don't know how, but I ended up chatting with a very senior senior official from the General Administration for quite a while.

By the time the General Administration leaders realized what was happening, the veteran had already submitted a report, volunteering to contribute his remaining energy to the logistics department of Jinghai 749.

It angered several high-ranking officials at the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television so much that they reportedly couldn't even eat dinner that night.

Damn it, they've gone all the way to the headquarters to poach talent! And they succeeded!

Where can I go to reason with this?

Director Lin was truly disappointed that he hadn't managed to find Ji Zuodao.

This kid is a local from Caiyun. Logically speaking, being close to the source should give him an advantage, so he should be one of Caiyun 749's people.

How did it end up being so easy for that scoundrel Zhang Yucheng?

Um?and many more!

Director Lin remembered something.

For a few months, Liu Zhou would frequently travel to Caiyun by teleportation array, carrying large and small bags.

That guy was incredibly diligent in his running around.

When asked what he was doing, Liu Zhou grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Visiting relatives! Brother Lin, I, Caiyun, have a distant cousin!"

Visiting relatives?

You're kidding me!

Bringing cigarettes and alcohol is one thing, but who visits relatives every time and brings "mooncakes with lentil filling"?

It's solid! It's so heavy!

That's quite a huge investment!

Now I understand everything.

That bastard from Liuzhou, what distant relative did he come to visit?

They clearly had their eyes on Ji Zuodao, this rough gem, and came early to pave the way, spend money, and poach his talent!

The last time Liuzhou left, their old teleportation array in Caiyun 749 malfunctioned for some reason and was out of service for a while.

At the time, I thought it was just due to years of disrepair, but now that I think about it...

Damn Liuzhou! They're probably just stalling for time to cover up the existence of Ji Zuodao! They're afraid Caiyun will react and try to take him away!

It's estimated that when Ji Zuodao went to report to the capital later, he used the teleportation array to sneak over from the neighboring city!

"Liu! Zhou!"

Director Lin squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"A good brother is always by your side, yet you try to outsmart him..."

"Okay, wait."

He raised his head, looking towards the direction of Jinghai in the north, a cold smile curving his lips.

"The 749 District-wide Martial Arts Competition is just around the corner... On the arena, fists and feet have no eyes."

"This isn't over yet."

At the same time, in Jinghai City, on a bustling old street.

Liu Zhou was squatting in front of a steaming hot jianbing (Chinese crepe) stall, eagerly waiting for his deluxe version with two extra eggs, double the crispy crackers, and both sweet bean sauce and chili sauce.

Sudden--

Achoo!!!

A sudden, earth-shattering sneeze burst forth from his nasal cavity.

The force was so strong that it almost knocked off the faded chef's hat from the pancake stall in front of them.

The experienced chef's hand trembled, almost ruining the batter he had just spread. He looked up and glared at Liu Zhou, annoyed. "What's wrong, comrade? My small business can't afford to be scared."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Liu Zhou quickly smiled apologetically, frantically pulling out a tissue to blow his nose, but inwardly he was grumbling to himself.

Not right.

His cultivation level has reached the point where he is immune to heat and cold and all diseases are cured. How could he sneeze so loudly for no reason?

It also felt a bit like a "spur-of-the-moment" decision...

Liu Zhou rubbed his still itchy nose and glanced unconsciously southwest.

"Hiss..." He gasped for breath, and the vague feeling in his heart gradually became clearer, and a face appeared in his mind.

"Old Lin..."

Could it be that they discovered their little trick of "accidentally" breaking the teleportation array?

"As for..."

Liu Zhou muttered to himself as he took the tempting, fragrant jianbing guozi from the master chef, took a big bite, and gasped for breath from the heat, mumbling incoherently to himself.

"So what if he poached your guy... Oh wait, that kid Ji Zuodao was never really on your side anyway..."

"This is called the rational flow of talent! Optimizing resource allocation! Don't you understand?!"

That's what he said, but Liu Zhou swallowed the pancake in a few bites, licked the sauce from the corner of his mouth, and narrowed his eyes slightly, a cunning and excited glint in them.

"Given that old bastard's personality, he's probably planning to mess with me at the next big martial arts competition..."

"Well, Lao Lin, your temper's gotten tough. You want to test your skills against me now?"

He picked at his ear and could almost hear someone grinding their back teeth a thousand miles away, which made him chuckle.

"Alright, let's see who's the best on the training ground."

After saying that, he carried the unfinished pancake, swaying back and forth, humming an off-key tune, as he strolled towards the station.

Yeah, I need to go back and talk to Lao Zhang right away.

Old Lin is a man with a mind as small as a pinhead, but a memory better than anything else.

Liu Zhou was thinking when he sneezed again. He rubbed his nose and muttered:

"Tsk, stingy."