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

Finally, it was Old Zhang, who was outside the secret realm, who couldn't stand it any longer.

Watching through the light screen, Ji Zuodao, that kid, was directing over a hundred thousand blood-winged black mosquitoes, plowing the island again as if combing hair.

This despicable bastard even started ordering Liu Ming and Li Shuwen around, some to cut down trees, others to move stones.

Judging from their posture, they seem to be planning to acquire a plot of land in the center of the island to build permanent defensive fortifications and engage in long-term sustainable resource recycling!

"Damn it! This is a secret realm, not your backyard vegetable garden! You really want to change the island's name to Ji Family Village?!"

Old Zhang laughed and cursed, "I really can't bear to watch anymore. If these kids keep messing around, this secret realm might really have to change hands."

He shook his head, too lazy to go through the formalities, and simply raised his hand and pointed in the air.

In the secret realm, Ji Zuodao, who was squatting on a large rock, writing and drawing on the ground with a twig and planning the third phase of the "Jinghai Island Office" project, felt an irresistible, gentle force enveloping his entire body.

"Huh? Wait a minute! I haven't finished drawing the blueprints yet..."

Before the words were even finished, a beam of light shot into the sky.

Next up were Li Shuwen, Liu Ming, Gouye, and Qiqi, all looking equally bewildered.

Thus, the 749 Bureau's grand martial arts exercise, which had been causing a stir for who knows how long, has finally come to an end.

The result is no suspense.

The Jinghai Branch prioritizes intellectual combat!

When it comes to physical confrontations, the Jinghai Branch is still number one!

A master of both literary and martial arts, he swept the top spot!

These achievements are worthy of being recorded in the history of the bureau, making other branches extremely envious.

On the awards stage, Mr. Zhang walked up slowly with his hands behind his back.

He didn't look at Zhang Yucheng, who was smugly over there in Jinghai, nor at the sour and helpless faces of the other branch bureau chiefs.

The old man's gaze swept over all the investigators below the stage, their faces displaying a range of emotions: some young, some injured, some tired, some defiant, and some excited.

He cleared his throat; his voice wasn't loud, but it possessed a peculiar penetrating power, resonating clearly in everyone's ears.

"Children."

With that one sound, the buzzing discussion from the audience instantly subsided.

"You must have had a tough day, right? Tired? You've felt frustrated, you've felt great, and you might have even cursed a bit."

"Whether it's a literary contest or a physical contest, rankings, wins and losses... these things don't matter so much once you step off the stage."

"The important thing is, I've seen you."

He paused, his gaze becoming calmer and brighter:

"I saw you all giving your all, using your wits and courage to fight for the honor of your respective branches; I saw you in secret realms, facing the unknown, managing to stay calm and find opportunities to break through; I saw that even when you were beaten black and blue, tricked to the point of tears, as long as you weren't lying down, you could still grit your teeth and figure out how to fight back!"

"I also saw it: you bunch of little bastards, no matter how much you hate each other or fight like cats and dogs, when one of you gets eliminated or seriously injured, you're the ones who lend a hand and put your arm around each other's shoulders!"

"That's enough!"

Old Zhang's voice suddenly rose, carrying a resounding force forged in iron and blood:

"Our Bureau 749 doesn't need bookworms who only know how to study, nor do we need brave but violent brutes! What we need are guys like you! Skilled, courageous, reliable in crucial moments, capable of fighting tough battles, and also good at using your brains!"

"Today, whether you came in first or last, as long as you're standing here, you haven't disgraced our 749 Bureau, nor the people behind us—"

"I'm speaking up for the bureau, for these big, strong men!"

He straightened his aging back, his gaze piercing, and spoke each word slowly and deliberately:

"You guys are all great!"

"Great Han, we are proud to have descendants like you!"

After he finished speaking, there was a long silence in the audience.

Then, someone's eyes welled up with tears, and then applause, like a long-awaited spring thunder, suddenly erupted and lasted for a long time!

All the bitterness, resentment, and frustration seemed to be washed away and melted away by the enthusiastic applause and words at this moment.

Yes, they fought, struggled, cried, and laughed, but in the end, they all gave their all for the 749 epaulettes on their arms and for the big men behind them!

That's worth it!

Old Zhang smiled and gestured for the applause to subside before speaking again, this time in a much more relaxed tone:

"Alright, old man, I won't ramble on anymore. According to the rules, we should invite our champions in both civil and military affairs, the representative of the Jinghai Branch, to come up and say a few words and share their experience of victory."

His gaze turned toward Jinghai, or more precisely, toward Ji Zuodao, who was leaning to one side, whispering to Li Shuwen about some mischievous scheme he was plotting.

"Ji Zuodao, you little rascal, stop hiding! Come on up here! Liven things up for everyone!"

To liven up the atmosphere?

Oh my, those words really hit the nail on the head!

He's an expert at this! It's a perfect fit for his major!

"Alright! Old Zhang, just you wait and see!"

Ji Zuodao grinned, a smile that was three parts lazy and seven parts slyly mischievous, and swaggered onto the stage.

All eyes in the audience instantly focused on him. There was curiosity, anticipation, wariness, and a vague unease about what kind of nasty trick this scoundrel was up to now.

Ji Zuodao walked to the center of the stage, without any prepared speech, and stood there casually. He first clasped his hands in a fist salute to the audience below, and his wicked smile became even brighter.

"Well, Mr. Zhang asked me to liven things up. I'm a straightforward person, I don't know any of those fancy tricks."

As he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a dusty, unremarkable human skin bag.

"I know that many of you brothers and sisters here don't like the way Jinghai behaves, especially me, Ji Zuodao. You probably think we're unscrupulous, ruthless, and utterly immoral."

"I understand, really. Put yourself in their shoes. If I were cheated like that, I'd want to punch their brains out too."

A low murmur of laughter and a "You actually know that?" rippled through the audience.

"so what--"

Ji Zuodao abruptly changed the subject, a wicked smile creeping across his face. "Today, the opportunity has arrived! I, Ji Zuodao, representing Jinghai, will give you all a legitimate chance to take your revenge!"

"It all depends on whether you guys have the ability!"

Before he could finish speaking, he grabbed the bottom of the human skin bag, flicked his wrist, and turned the bag upside down—

"Splash splash ...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

In an instant, the corpses of demonic beasts, nourished by the spiritual energy of the secret realm and brimming with vitality and strength, poured out of the bag like dumplings being dropped into a pot, piling up half of the awards stage!

Next came a variety of spiritual herbs and plants, each radiating a dazzling light and exuding a fragrant aura.

Those that were old enough and in good condition, capable of causing small-scale bloodbaths outside, gushed out of the bag like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, landing on the mountain of monster corpses and rolling everywhere!

The rich aroma of blood mixed with the refreshing fragrance of medicine instantly filled the entire venue!

Everyone was stunned, their eyes wide open as they stared at the mountain of spoils, their breathing becoming heavy involuntarily.

Is this all looted from the secret realm just now?

How many good things must there be?!

Ji Zuodao stood beside the "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​herbs," clapped his hands, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying an air of unbridled arrogance and incitement:

"Brothers and sisters! Can you see them? They're all here!"

"Whether it's a battle of words or physical force, Jinghai has won. According to the rules, all these prizes should belong to us!"

"But I'm in a good mood today! I'm not following the rules!"

He opened his arms wide, as if to embrace everyone below the stage, his smile dazzlingly bright, his voice amplified through the sound system, resounding through the heavens:

"If you're a man or a woman, don't stand on ceremony with me!"

"Revenge for those with grudges, and seek justice for those who have been wronged!"

"Whoever has the skill, whoever is the fastest, whoever eats it first, gets to keep all of this stuff!"

"Let me see just how big your appetites really are, you bunch of elites from various branches!"

"Come on! Get the fuck up and get this party started! Let Ji Zuodao—"

He drew out the sound, then suddenly roared:

"Going bankrupt!"

Dead silence.

There was a deathly silence that lasted for several seconds, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden, unreasonable, and damn hot-blooded declaration.

Until a burly man from the Xiliang branch of the police, staring at the enormous rhinoceros horn on the stage—the one he had coveted for so long and which belonged to a certain rhinoceros demon—suddenly snapped back to reality, his blood rushing to his head, and he let out a distorted roar:

"Holy crap! What are you waiting for?! Grab it—!!!"

"Long live 749 million!!!"

"Long live Jinghai!!!"

"Ji Zuodao—you're my own father! Long live the Emperor!!!"

boom--!!!

Like a drop of cold water falling into a pot of boiling oil, the entire venue instantly exploded! It completely boiled over!

All the lingering fatigue, estrangement, and slight resentment were swept away in this moment by the most primal and direct "Take it from the hell!"

One after another, figures with red eyes and howling roars rushed towards the award stage from all directions like a floodgate opened!

The scene was even more spectacular and intense than the chase for Lü Jian in the secret realm!

Old Zhang stood by the stage, watching the lively and cheering scene.

Looking at Ji Zuodao, who was surrounded by a crowd beside the "mountain of corpses and sea of ​​herbs," grinning from ear to ear, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. He stroked his beard and whispered a curse to Zhang Yucheng, who was also grinning beside him:

"Old Zhang, your kid... I said before that he was a potential member of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but it seems I underestimated him."

"This ability to incite emotions and ignite conflict, this reckless and daring behavior..."

"Tsk, he does bear some resemblance to that rebel leader from back then."

"He's a good candidate for rebellion."

Zhang Yucheng's eyes nearly disappeared with laughter. He sipped a mouthful of tea from his thermos and said slowly:

"Oh dear, he's just a kid fooling around. Don't flatter him too much, Mr. Zhang."

"Besides..."

He looked at the handsome young man on the stage, who was being tossed around by the crowd and whose laughter carried far, and a rare, fatherly pride flashed in his eyes.

"Being able to lead everyone in a rebellion and have fun together... isn't that better than him reaping all the benefits alone and ending up being hated by everyone?"

"This kid knows exactly what's going on."

"Unethical, but sophisticated."