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

Amidst the clamor, Dog finished the last piece of meat, licked his paws, glanced at the noisy pups, and a faint, almost imperceptible gentleness seemed to flash in his eyes.

Then it jumped off the chair, strolled over to Qiqi, and gently nudged the slightly sleepy little girl with its head.

Qiqi, still half asleep, hugged Doggy's neck.

Dog carried Qiqi on his back and quietly left the bustling cafeteria.

Like a wise and respected elder who keeps his achievements hidden.

After a hearty meal and drinks, Ji Zuodao led a large group of people to the logistics department.

Wang Dazhuang, who had just been promoted to deputy section chief, was waiting at the door, his honest face beaming with a wide smile.

"Section Chief Ji! Brothers and sisters, please come in, please come in!"

All green lights all the way, smooth sailing.

Brand new uniforms, nameplates, and equipment were brought out in an endless stream.

A group of demons held the black 749 Bureau standard combat uniform in their hands, touching the 749 shoulder insignia and the silver badge on the chest engraved with the three small characters "Demon Management Section," showing how much they loved it.

Indeed, in the Ailao Mountains, they are people who can get whatever they want, whether it's wind or rain.

But that's different.

That was given by parents and grandparents, based on bloodline and birth, which is only natural, but there's always something between us.

But the outfit and the brand they're wearing are things they earned themselves, through their own abilities, through their own approval, and through the recognition given by the government.

The meanings are different.

Touching the material, it was firm and thick, carrying a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy, clearly indicating that it contained special materials.

Then take a look at the accompanying tactical waist pack, mobile phone, talisman, and pills; everything exudes the seriousness of a proper unit.

"Hehe, this is interesting."

Xiong Meng put on the uniform shirt that was a little tight for him, grinned and twisted left and right, his bear ears on his head twitching happily.

Ni Yu stroked the intricate patterns on the badge, a glint of light flashing in her cool eyes.

Su Xiaoxiao simply draped her coat over her shoulders, looked at herself in the reflection of the glass window, and wagged her tail like a windmill: "Wow, this color makes my skin look so fair!"

The group of demon princes' offspring were also overjoyed. Although they didn't chatter like the fox spirits, their eyes were shining, and they were eager to get started, their enthusiasm surging.

He couldn't wait to rush out the door, capture a few evil cultivators and monsters who were committing crimes, and make a great contribution to be worthy of this new skin.

Looking at his subordinates who were acting like they were on steroids, Ji Zuodao felt quite pleased.

Okay, morale is good.

however--

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

For two days in a row, the weather was calm.

Forget about monsters causing trouble, we haven't even received a report of petty theft.

In the large office of the Demon Management Department, a group of demons were so bored they were practically growing fur.

On the first day, you can still maintain some novelty, study the equipment, familiarize yourself with the rules, and brag to each other.

The next day, it was completely wilted.

Xiong Meng lay sprawled on the table, listlessly tugging at the loose threads on his new uniform, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Ji, are we just going to sit here doing nothing? We're practically getting lice from all this idleness."

Su Xiaoxiao touched up her lipstick for the third time in front of the mirror, and sighed, "Sigh, I haven't even had a chance to wear this new dress out and show it off."

Hu Bugui took a piece of velvet cloth and slowly wiped the already shiny badge, this was the fifth time he had wiped it.

Yuan Xiaotong tossed and turned in the chair as if he had fleas on him.

Even the most composed tortoise, Wan Nian, started looking out the window and counting how many clouds had drifted by that day.

Ji Zuodao himself couldn't sit still either.

It's not that he's particularly hardworking, it's just that he's poor!

At the grand feast a few days ago, Director Zhang approved the budget as "higher rather than lower," but even that "higher" budget couldn't withstand the gluttony of so many big eaters, especially those beasts from Ailao Mountain, who were like bottomless pits.

There wasn't enough food at all. There was no other way; it was a banquet for a hundred people, and it was for humans, not demons.

Anyway, we kept adding dishes, and in the end, we went way over budget.

Ji Zuodao gritted his teeth and paid for it out of his own pocket.

My heart is bleeding.

With everything calm and peaceful now, where is he going to find any benefits to fill this hole? He can't just go out of business and starve, can he?

His eyes darted around, his gaze landing on Jin Xiaoman, who was playing in the corner, counting her few copper coins.

Jin Xiaoman is a golden toad that has become a spirit. Although it hasn't yet developed the legendary three legs, it is still a legitimate wealth-bringing golden toad.

"Hey, Brother Xiaoman," Ji Zuodao tapped the table, drawing the attention of the demons.

Jin Xiaoman looked up, a slightly bewildered expression on her chubby face: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"Is your innate talent for attracting wealth and treasures still usable?"

Ji Zuodao leaned closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with a hint of coaxing.

"Look at us here, we're so bored we're practically dying of boredom. Why don't you go outside and yell a couple of times? Attract some money... I mean, attract some trouble! Whether there's a chance or not, just try your luck, we're just sitting here doing nothing anyway."

Upon hearing this, all the demons' eyes lit up, and they all turned to look at Jin Xiaoman.

Yes, isn't there a ready-made lucky toad squatting right here?

Jin Xiaoman felt a little embarrassed by the stares and scratched her head:

"Stop joking, I'm still far from where I am. My third leg isn't even here yet. With my current meager skills, at most... at most you can pick up a few cents when you go out. It won't bring you any great wealth, let alone trouble."

"Hey! Even picking up a few cents is still money!" Yuan Xiaotong rushed over and hugged Jin Xiaoman's neck. "It's better than just sitting around! Give it a try, it won't hurt you!"

"That's right, Brother Xiaoman, give us a shout!"

"Let me hear you croak twice!"

"Maybe it'll work!"

Since the group of demons had nothing better to do, they immediately started making a ruckus.

Jin Xiaoman, exasperated by the commotion, said with a pained expression, "Fine, fine, I'll try. Don't blame me if it doesn't work."

He walked to the window, cleared his throat, opened his mouth, and spat out an old copper coin that he had carefully nurtured until it was shiny and smooth, then put it under his tongue.

Then, he made an extremely simple, even somewhat comical, hand gesture, puffed out his cheeks, and gathered all his energy—

"Croak—!"

"Quack quack—!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a deep, muffled tone characteristic of the golden toad, echoing through the office.

After yelling twice, Jin Xiaoman quickly swallowed the copper coin back, blinked, looked out the window, and then looked at Ji Zuodao.

Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, and the treetops didn't even twitch.

The office was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"See?" Jin Xiaoman shrugged, her tone helpless. "I knew it..."

Before the words were finished—

"Ring ring ring—!!"

The brand-new emergency call phone in the Demon Management Department suddenly rang as if its tail had been stepped on!

The sharp, urgent ringing sounded particularly jarring in the overly quiet office.

All the demons, including Ji Zuodao, turned their heads in unison, their eyes fixed on the phone that had suddenly gone mad.

Jin Xiaoman's mouth was open, the second half of her sentence stuck in her throat, her eyes wide open.

Ji Zuodao was the first to react. He rushed over, grabbed the receiver, and spoke with great enthusiasm, his voice brimming with the joy of "Finally, some work!"

"Hello, this is the Jinghai Branch of Bureau 749, Demon Management Section. How can I help you?"