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

"Splash—"

In the lobby of Bureau 749, the investigators who were originally busy with their own things suddenly all gathered around!

Everyone's eyes were wary, their hands were on their personal tools, and their spiritual energy surged. The atmosphere instantly became as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

The demons who emerged from the teleportation array were initially taken aback, but then burst into laughter.

Is this a misunderstanding?

Let it be a misunderstanding!

The rules of monsters are that when they are out and about, regardless of right or wrong, if the other party shows their claws and gets into a fighting stance first, then without further ado, they just fight!

If you lose, you deserve it; if you win, you can say whatever you want.

"boom--!"

Without anyone giving an order, the demon princes and their offspring from Ailao Mountain sharpened their eyes, and the demonic energy that had been naturally dissipating from their bodies instantly surged into the sky like ferocious beasts unleashed from their restraints!

Its fierce, domineering, and wild mountain-forest-like immense pressure crashed recklessly into the surroundings.

"Getting excited, huh? Brothers, let's show our true skills!"

The investigators surrounding them were notorious warmongers from the Jinghai Bureau, all of them roughnecks. Instead of being intimidated by the scene, they became excited.

The burly man leading the group roared, and a powerful and upright spiritual light rose from his body. The other investigators echoed in unison, and bursts of spiritual energy, some fiery, some calm, and some sharp, erupted forth.

Two forces, completely opposite in nature yet equally powerful, collided violently in the center of the hall!

"Buzz—!"

An invisible shockwave exploded, and a fierce wind suddenly arose!

Paper documents flew everywhere with a "whoosh," several lightweight plastic chairs creaked and shifted in the wind, and the overhead lights swayed a few times.

In the hall, one side was filled with demonic energy, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws; the other side shone with spiritual light, ready for battle.

Tensions are high, and a conflict could erupt at any moment!

"Wait! Wait! It's a misunderstanding! We're all on the same side! This is our new colleague from the Demon Management Department—!!"

Lin Xiaowen finally snapped out of her shock at the sight of "eighty monster colleagues." Looking at this terrifying scene, she jumped up and down in a panic and screamed in a shrill voice.

If we don't call a halt soon, a real fight is brewing! If this were to erupt into a full-blown brawl in the station lobby, who would be responsible for the damage? Wouldn't Director Zhang skin them alive?

Unfortunately, no one paid any attention to her.

The eyes of both sides began to turn red.

The investigators from Jinghai are known for their "actions speak louder than words" approach. When they go on missions, they're like bandits coming down from the mountains, always harboring a restless, belligerent spirit.

The demon princes and their offspring from Ailao Mountain grew up in a lawless environment, and each of them was an ancestor who "took life and death lightly and fought if they disagreed."

At this moment, colleagues and misunderstandings were all forgotten.

Only one thought was running through my mind, screaming wildly:

Let's give them a good fight! Whoever backs down is a coward!

Ao Yan, his face covered in crimson scales and with small horns on his forehead, licked his dry lips. His crimson eyes blazed with burning fighting spirit. He stepped forward, staring at the burly investigator leading the group opposite him, his voice laced with anger:

"Hey buddy, this isn't enough space. Want to find a bigger spot... to practice?"

Upon hearing this, the burly investigator who was leading the group was not angry at all. Instead, he grinned widely, revealing a set of white teeth, and smiled with obvious delight:

"Good! That's impressive! You're a real man! Let's go, give it a go!"

The more he looked at this red-scaled boy, the more he liked him; he liked his hot temper!

It seemed that both sides were really about to call their friends and move to the training ground...

"Practice my ass!!"

A shout, like a thunderclap, came from the entrance of the hall.

Everyone was taken aback and turned to look.

Ji Zuodao rushed in, his forehead still damp with sweat, probably having run all the way here.

From a distance, he could feel the two clashing, almost explosive auras in the hall. He thought to himself, "Oh no, I'm almost too late, even though I rushed."

"Section Chief~~!"

"Little Daodao! I've missed you so much!"

"You little rascal! Don't you think my new dress looks good?"

"Make way, make way, let me paste it first!"

Before Ji Zuo Dao Ren had even settled down, the fifty fox spirits in the demon horde, who had been eagerly waiting, suddenly lit up with excitement.

In a flash, like butterflies drawn by the scent of flowers, they chattered and whispered, engulfing him.

One person tugged at their sleeve, another grabbed their arm, and yet another tried to burrow into their embrace; the fragrance mixed with the demonic aura wafted towards them.

Ji Zuodao was flustered and clumsy, like an old tree entangled by vines, pushing and blocking left and right with a look of disgust:

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! What kind of behavior is this?!"

"Tsk, I say, why are you wearing perfume now? It's so overpowering! Wasn't your usual foxy scent perfectly fine?"

The fox spirits: "???"

The group of male investigators who had been on the verge of a fight were stunned by what they saw. Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Their hearts were filled with a mix of emotions, a bittersweet feeling, but no sweetness at all.

Holy crap...

So many, so incredibly beautiful, so proactive vixens surrounding me, begging for a kiss...

You actually have a problem with that? You're complaining about her wearing perfume?

Listen to this! Is this even human language?!

Some are dying of drought, others are dying of flooding, and they're still being picky!

Having finally managed to break free halfway from the "encirclement of vixens," Ji Zuodao ignored the scorching gazes around him and roared at the two groups still staring at each other, their fighting spirit undiminished:

"What are you standing there for? Do you think fighting will put food on the table?"

"Hurry up! The backyard warehouse—oh wait, I mean the canteen! The Hundred Herbs Hall's Ten-Ingredient Tonic Feast just arrived, it's still warm! It was specially ordered for you! If you dawdle any longer, the soup will congeal!"

He didn't need to say it.

That captivating aroma, a unique blend of countless medicinal herbs and the freshness of top-quality ingredients, had already drifted gracefully and indiscriminately into the hall.

"Gulp."

Someone swallowed a particularly loud mouthful of saliva.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of "glug" and "glug" echoed one after another.

Just moments ago, both sides were brimming with demonic energy and spiritual power, ready for a three-hundred-round battle. But their tense aura visibly dissipated with a "poof."

One by one, necks stretched out involuntarily, nostrils flared, and eyes began to drift toward the direction leading to the backyard.

The world is vast, but rice is the most important thing.

This is a universal truth, applicable to both humans and demons.

Especially the famous, incredibly expensive, and normally unaffordable "Ten-Ingredient Tonic Feast" at Baicaotang!

Battle spirit? What battle spirit? Does it smell like braised pork hock?

Ji Zuodao, the burly investigator leading the group, and his brothers behind him whose eyes were already gleaming, waved and gave him a knowing smile:

"Hey guys, you must be hungry after working so hard all day, right? Want to join us? It's more fun with more people!"

The burly man and his men were still a bit embarrassed; they had just been about to fight, but now they were going to freeload a meal—it seemed a bit...unseemly.

"Tsk." Ji Zuodao glanced at it and immediately lowered his voice, his tone incredibly sincere:

"Bai Cao Tang, the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Banquet. It's funded by the special reception budget approved by our Demon Management Section, with Director Zhang's approval. The standard is—higher rather than lower."

He blinked:

"Why not eat it if it's free?"

"Slurp—!"

This time, the sounds of swallowing saliva were perfectly synchronized.

The burly investigator lost all his restraint, waved his hand, and laughed with unrestrained gusto.

"Hahaha! Section Chief Ji is so generous! Um... brothers, what are you all standing there for? Let's welcome our new colleague! Let's go!"

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Damn it, I didn't eat enough this morning..."

"Bai Cao Tang...tsk, we're in for a treat today!"

In the blink of an eye, the two groups of people who were just tense and almost tore the hall apart were now arm in arm, calling out to each other, and following the tempting aroma, they marched in a grand procession toward the makeshift canteen in the backyard.

Lin Xiaowen stood there, looking at the hall that had suddenly become empty, with only a mess of documents on the floor. She silently bent down and picked up the small mirror that had fallen to the ground.

The mirror reflected her face, a face that looked utterly lifeless.

have to.

There's no hope for a handsome guy.

But what will be the future style of these 749 games...?

Why did she feel that from today onwards, she was about to rush headlong into an even stranger and more unpredictable direction?