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

The sounds from the toilet continued, each one louder and more agonizing than the last.

"Damn, Brother Ji, this guy's foaming at the mouth and still won't confess."

"Damn, he's a real man; he even endured being slowly sliced ​​to death."

"How about we ask Dog Master for help?"

"No way, we just tricked it, that bastard will definitely take advantage of our kindness."

"I'll try castration again. Bring a knife, sharpen it, it should work."

"Alright."

Then came a series of sharpening sounds, not loud, but clear enough to send chills down your spine in the deathly silent cabin.

"Waaah..."

Inside the cabin, one of the girls couldn't hold back any longer and let out a suppressed sob.

Then, it was as if a switch had been turned on.

"Mom...Mom...I want to go home..."

"Wife... I'm sorry... Last year when I went on a business trip, I actually..."

"Dad, Mom, your son is unfilial..."

"Xiao Mei... I've actually liked you since high school, but I've never dared to say it..."

"My Alipay password is six eights, and my bank card is in the old shoes at the bottom of my wardrobe..."

"Could you please format the 'Study Materials' folder on my D drive?"

A somber atmosphere permeated the cabin.

From the panic during the hijacking, to the relief of being rescued, and now to the despair that is even deeper than when facing armed hijackers.

Those robbers were at least within the realm of normal human cognition.

But those two in the toilet...

What the hell kind of monster is this?!

Plainclothes police? Special forces? National security agents?

What respectable official would conduct an interrogation like this?!

This route is so wild that it has already flown out of the atmosphere and headed straight for the depths of space!

Many passengers had already secretly taken out their phones; some were deleting their browsing history, some were posting their "last" message on social media, and some were sending timed messages to their loved ones saying "If I'm gone."

The flight attendants huddled together, their faces ashen, their lips trembling, wanting to go up and dissuade them but not daring to.

The young man sent by the General Administration trembled as he took out his phone again, his fingers shaking as he tapped on an encrypted communication app.

"Boss! We can't hold on any longer! We really can't hold on any longer!"

"They're going to perform a sterilization operation on the hijacker on the plane! A physical one!"

"That hijacker is completely worn out! The passengers are already leaving their last words!"

The message was sent and received a reply almost instantly.

"Damn it, why does Jinghai always pull these kinds of tricks every year?"

Immediately following was another voice message, delivered with a resolute tone:

"Xiao Chen, listen carefully. Go and give him the address of the entrance to the headquarters' secret realm right now! Note that I said give him the address directly! Not a clue! Don't give him any more clues! I'm afraid they'll use those clues to lead you astray to outer space!"

"Boss... this isn't the rule. The assessment process clearly states that you must deduce the clues yourself..."

"Rules my ass! Rules are rigid, people are flexible! Let me give you a heads-up, those murderers at the Jinghai branch have only started to look somewhat human in the last ten years. Ten years ago? Ha..."

"Ten years ago, when they entered the General Administration's secret realm to compete, they didn't bother with puzzle-solving or pathfinding at all. If they found anyone suspected of carrying clues, they would tie them up first."

"Torture is just the basics; the tiger bench and chili water are considered mild. For those who are stubborn, they have plenty of ways to deal with them—honey traps, self-inflicted injury traps, double agents, and a series of schemes... If the thirty-six stratagems aren't enough, they'll create seventy-two. They'll use whatever is most despicable and immoral they can."

Xiao Chen was stunned: "No...no, boss, shouldn't we do something about what they're doing?"

"Manage? With what means? Zhang Yucheng, the director of the Jinghai branch, is someone I should call elder brother by seniority. In terms of strength... tsk, let's put it this way, there are no more than a handful of people in the headquarters who can definitely outmaneuver him."

"Besides, that old bandit leader is notoriously protective of his own. He can train his men to the bone behind closed doors, but what if an outsider says something?"

Xiao Chen was completely speechless. After a long while, he finally typed out a line of text with trembling hands:

"Boss... I feel like our system... is getting a bit dark..."

"black?"

A cold, mocking emoji came from the other end.

"Young man, you're too naive. This isn't just darkness; it's a traditional skill of the Jinghai Branch. Enough talk, hurry up and get going! Any later and we'll be getting eunuchs!"

"yes!"

Xiao Chen abruptly put away his phone, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, trying to calm his heart, which was pounding in his chest, and the turmoil running through his mind.

Then, amidst the horrified and bewildered gazes of the surrounding passengers, he walked toward the restroom with a tragic and heroic gait reminiscent of the line, "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return."

Li Shuwen, who was standing not far away, immediately looked up alertly, narrowed his eyes above his mask, and leaned forward slightly, adopting a guarded posture.

"It's one of our own." Xiao Chen lowered his voice and spoke very quickly, "General Administration Assessment Department, get out of the way, this is serious."

Li Shuwen was stunned and subconsciously stepped aside.

Without further hesitation, Xiao Chen grabbed the tightly closed bathroom doorknob and twisted it forcefully—

"Click".

The door wasn't locked, and he pushed it open.

Then, Chen Mo saw a scene that made his vision go black, his blood pressure soar, and he wished he could gouge his own eyes out.

In the cramped bathroom, the unfortunate gang leader was pinned to the sink counter, his pants pulled down to his ankles, his hairy legs held firmly by Liu Ming.

Ji Zuodao squatted down beside him, holding a tiny dinner knife, clearly provided on the plane and used for spreading butter or jam, with a blade no more than an inch long.

He was holding the pitiful little knife between two fingers, less than three centimeters above the robber's genitals, gesturing and measuring, while muttering incantations:

"The incision here... the angle needs to be 45 degrees to ensure the main blood supply artery is severed without damaging the urethra, resulting in fewer postoperative complications... Liu Ming, hold on tight, I'm about to make the incision..."

The robber's face was ashen, his eyes were unfocused, tears streamed down his face, and he was making hoarse, hissing sounds like a broken bellows. He was clearly on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Stop!! Spare his life! No, spare the chicken!!!"

With all his might, Xiao Chen let out a mournful cry, rushed forward, and grabbed Ji Zuodao's wrist, which was holding the knife.

Ji Zuodao and Liu Ming turned to look at him at the same time, one with a puzzled look in his eyes and the other with an inquiring expression.

Xiao Chen was panting heavily, feeling like he was about to have a heart attack. He pointed at the robber, whose eyes were almost rolling back in his head, his voice trembling:

"Stop looking! Clues... Pshaw! Not clues! The address! The address of the entrance to the headquarters' secret realm is with me! I'll give it to you directly! Right now! Please, let him go! And let the others on this plane go too!"

As he spoke, he used his free hand to shakily pull a folded piece of paper from his pocket and stuff it directly into Ji Zuodao's other free hand.

Ji Zuodao blinked, looked down at the note in his hand, and then looked up at Xiao Chen, who was about to cry.

Finally, he looked down at the robber, whose face was covered in tears and snot, under the knife.

The robber, weeping, mustered his last strength to shout out his long-suppressed, tearful accusations:

"Waaaaah!!! I told you... I told you I didn't have it! I didn't have that damn clue!!!"

"As a human being... you have to have a conscience!!"