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

Deputy Director Liu sat on the sofa, his eyes as cold as ice ridges in the dead of winter, fixed on Wang Sihai, who was slumped across from him like a limp rag doll.

Good, fucking good.

With the year-end approaching, everyone's lining up to criticize him, right?

The Ascension to Immortality Sect has even emerged.

Fine, since nobody wants him to have a peaceful New Year, then nobody should have one either.

Let's start from here, counting them one by one, one by one, one by one!

Ten minutes later.

In a relatively open space in the black market, more than forty prominent black market bosses stood huddled together, looking like quails struck by frost, silent and trembling.

Just now, a group of 749 investigators stormed into their shops like wolves.

Without saying a word, they roughly drove all the customers away.

Then, like picking up chicks, they dragged them out one by one and threw them onto this open space.

At this moment, those evil stars still haven't calmed down.

They were thoroughly searching their shop, clearing out all the goods that could not be seen in the light of day, or those that could barely be seen in the light of day, by the boxes and shelves, even by prying open the floorboards to find hidden compartments, and packing them up to take away.

That kind of force was more than just scraping the ground three feet deep.

The countertops were overturned, the shelves were dismantled, and even the roof beams had to be pried open to see if they were hollow!

Damn it! Whose dog is that?!

That's a thousand-year-old ginseng! Are you trying to eat it like a radish?! Do you even understand what you're doing? What a waste!

One of the shop owners watched helplessly as the big black dog that had come with Bureau 749 had a top-quality wild ginseng in its mouth, biting it until juices were splattering everywhere. He felt so heartbroken that his vision blurred and his heart was bleeding.

But no one dared to utter a sound, and no one dared to go up and snatch it.

Because Deputy Director Liu was standing right in front of them, like a live volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Just now, a hotheaded boss who thought he had some skill and was used to being arrogant, muttered something rude because he was a beat slow when he was dragged out.

Deputy Director Liu didn't even lift his eyelids before slapping him across the air.

The hothead's head was forced halfway into his chest cavity at an odd angle by that brute force!

He was still kneeling there, his neck and above a bloody mess, only exhaling, not inhaling.

Making an example of someone is simple, brutal, and effective.

"What did I tell you before?"

Deputy Director Liu finally spoke, his voice not loud, but like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart.

"I allow this black market to exist so that you can make a living. As long as you don't kill or rob, don't sell dirty goods, and abide by the rules I set in 749, even if it's something that's borderline, I'll turn a blind eye."

He paced slowly, his gaze sweeping over the pale faces.

"But you guys don't seem to appreciate it very much?"

He stopped walking, leaned slightly forward, stared at the nearest shop owner, and his tone suddenly turned stern:

"They've even started smuggling goods into my territory? Huh?!"

"Didn't you know that girl from the Zhao family was my goddaughter?"

"They've even tried to kidnap my goddaughter from Liuzhou?!"

"Do you think I, Liuzhou, can't wield a knife anymore, or do you think the reputation of Jinghai 749 isn't strong enough to keep you bunch of monsters in check?! Huh?!"

The last "ah" sound was like a thunderclap, making people's eardrums ache.

"Director Liu... Director Liu! I've been wronged!"

A boss who was usually known for his smooth talk suddenly knelt down with a mournful face.

"We really didn't know anything! That bastard Luo Laoqi did such a despicable thing, we..."

"Unaware?"

Deputy Director Liu interrupted him, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He bent down, picked up half a brick from the nearby ruins, and weighed it in his hand.

Then, without even looking, he flicked his wrist.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

The brick struck the kneeling boss squarely on the forehead, and blood gushed out instantly!

The shop owner was knocked back and fell to the ground, his forehead split open with a large gash, his face covered in blood.

He didn't even dare to scream loudly, let alone feel resentment. He just frantically tried to cover his wound, but dared not, and trembled all over in pain.

"You're telling me you didn't know anything about this, that you're scavenging for a living on my land?"

"How can you claim you didn't know? How dare you claim you didn't know!"

"you!"

Deputy Director Liu raised his hand and pointed to a group of pale-faced business owners.

"Listen up, everyone, and remember this well."

"Today is a lesson for you. Next time, if I find out that something like this has happened on someone's turf and you're unaware of it..."

He paused, then revealed a chilling smile.

"Then you can get rid of your eyes and ears. And you can move your heads around a bit."

"Get back here, all of you, and think carefully about how you're going to run this business from now on."

After saying that, Deputy Director Liu didn't look at them again and waved his hand dismissively.

"Fall back! Load everything onto the trucks and head home!"

The investigators from Bureau 749 acted immediately, roughly stuffing the mountain of loot into several temporarily "requisitioned" black market transport vehicles.

Dog King finally finished gnawing on the ginseng, licked his nose with a lingering sense of satisfaction, wagged his tail, and jumped onto the lead car.

The engine roared, and the wheels kicked up dust.

Watching those vehicles, laden with goods and representing absolute power and violence, disappear into the winding alleyways of the black market.

The forty-odd business owners on the open ground seemed to have their spines removed, collapsing almost simultaneously, panting heavily, their bodies soaked in cold sweat.

Aftermath.

But the cost was heavy.

Years of accumulation were almost completely wiped out.

In severe cases, it can lead to complete financial ruin.

It was unclear how much time had passed before someone finally managed to get up, albeit shakily.

Then, the second, the third...

Gradually, everyone's gaze, as if by unspoken agreement, turned to the corner of the open space—

Luo Laoqi, who was "accidentally" left behind by Deputy Director Liu, was covered in blood, his jaw was crooked, and he could only utter weak groans.

If it weren't for this old coffin-stuff's connections, if it weren't for his help in hiding and smuggling goods for Wang Sihai, how could they have suffered this collateral damage? How could they have been almost completely wiped out?

The air gradually changed.

After the fear subsided, what remained was a raging fire of anger and an overwhelming resentment that desperately needed an outlet.

Someone, I don't know who, picked up a piece of broken brick first.

Then came the second piece, the third piece...

Dozens of bloodshot eyes were fixed on the limp figure in the corner.

Damn it, they're all jinxes!

Someone let out a low, suppressed growl, as if sounding the horn of attack.

The next moment, the sound of something tearing through the air, a roar, and the dull thud of a blunt object striking flesh, accompanied by Luo Laoqi's screams that suddenly rose and then quickly faded, echoed violently across the open ground that had just been "cleaned up".

On the bus back to Jinghai 749, the carriage swayed slightly with the bumpy road.

Deputy Director Liu picked up the internal encrypted communicator and began issuing orders one after another. His voice was steady and even, yet every word carried immense weight:

"Notify the Internal Affairs Department to immediately initiate a comprehensive investigation into the Wang family."

"Retrieve the files of all direct and collateral members of the Wang family, within three generations, without missing a single one."

"Investigate all assets and properties under his name and those associated with him, including those overseas."

"We will simultaneously contact relevant departments to prepare for joint law enforcement, and take over, seal off, and liquidate the premises."

He paused, tapped his fingertips unconsciously on his knee, and added:

"The case has been filed on the preliminary grounds of suspected collusion with the Dengxian Sect and endangering national security. Relevant materials and evidence will be sent in ten minutes."

"Notify the General Administration to report this special matter."

"The Wang family of Jinghai is suspected of being linked to the 'Ascending Immortal Sect,' and the initial assessment of their threat level is 'high risk.'"

"Request to activate... Contingency Plan No. 3".

Contingency Plan No. 3

Inside the carriage, apart from Ji Zuodao, the other senior investigators in the same carriage involuntarily held their breath for a moment.

They knew all too well what those words meant.

That was no longer just ordinary arrest, trial, and detention.

It was a complete uprooting.