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

Ji Zuodao then put on an act, making small talk and asking about their well-being, such as "Be careful" and "If you have any problems, find the Demon Management Department," before calling on the demons to prepare to leave.

As he walked out, he kept muttering to himself:

"Damn it, this is the first time a new official has taken office, and it's already a bad start... Not only did he miss his target, but he also accidentally injured some civilians. What bad luck!"

"Damn it, that vixen got away! Don't let me catch her! If I do, I'll skin her alive myself!"

Ahri's expression was stiff as she tried to maintain a "still shaken and honest" demeanor, but the tension in her heart was about to snap.

To be honest, from the moment that bastard broke down the door with his men, her entire body, from the tip of her tail to the base of her ears, felt numb.

On the surface, nothing seemed amiss, but the white sweat on his back was pouring out in waves, soaking his undershirt.

However, seeing that the group of scoundrels was finally leaving, she felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you're gone, it's good that you're gone...

She watched helplessly as Ji Zuodao led that group of demons toward the door.

That bastard had one foot already out the door...

Ahri felt her heartbeat finally starting to return to a normal frequency.

Then--

She saw Ji Zuodao, who had already stepped halfway out, suddenly stop.

Then, the long leg that had been extended was suddenly retracted.

Ji Zuodao turned around and went back into the house.

Ahri: "!!!"

Her narrowed eyes widened instantly as she stared intently at Ji Zuodao, who had returned. She almost couldn't catch her breath; it was stuck in her chest, making her vision blur.

My dearest mother and grandmother!

What the hell happened to that bastard again?!

Is this ever going to end?! Can't a person even breathe?!

Are you some kind of turtle? You bite down and won't let go?!

Ji Zuodao turned around, scratched his slightly messy short hair, and showed a bit of the appropriate embarrassment and awkwardness that belonged to a "newcomer to the workplace".

"Ahem, well, Comrade Tibetan Fox, sorry, I almost forgot the procedure."

"Look at me, this is my first time leading a team on a mission, I lack experience, please forgive me!"

Ahri forced an understanding smile: "Boss, you're too kind. It's all for the sake of work..."

"Yes, yes, yes, long live understanding!"

Ji Zuodao clapped his hands, beaming with joy:

"Well, according to regulations, when we enter a house... ah, although the door was an accident, we still have to follow the procedures. Could you please show us your monster ID card? We need to register it here."

As he spoke, he took out a law enforcement recorder that resembled a tablet computer, tapped on it with his finger, and brought up the identity registration interface.

"Okay, okay, okay, please wait a moment, I'll go get it right away..."

Ahri responded reflexively, turning her body towards the house as if to retrieve something.

But he had only taken one step—

She was completely frozen in place, as if she had been suddenly frozen in place.

The color drained from his face in an instant.

It's even whiter than when it was slapped away by the door earlier.

She suddenly remembered.

After she transformed into human form, in order to legally live in a human city, she did attend some kind of "monster socialization education and training" at Bureau 749 before obtaining the certificate.

But the image she used for registration, taking photos, and obtaining the certificate...

It was the appearance of the beautiful and pitiful "female anchor Ahri" that she had carefully maintained with illusion magic!

It's not at all like the original Tibetan fox with its philosophical and melancholic appearance!

In other words, from a legal perspective, her current face does not match the Ahri registered on the monster's ID card!

At this moment, with this real face, she is simply not found in the 749 Bureau's system!

He is an unregistered, undocumented, and unidentified person!

Unregistered resident!!!

Ah Li felt a "boom" in her mind, as if something had exploded, shattering her soul and leaving her limbs ice-cold.

It’s over.

That's it, everything's over.

Being an unregistered resident is a very serious matter!

The monster ID card, issued by Bureau 749, is the only proof of legal residence in human society and the enjoyment of basic monster rights!

It is clearly stated in the "Basic Law on Monsters" and the "Provisional Regulations on Harmonious Coexistence among Different Races":

All monsters residing in the city must possess a valid monster ID card and undergo regular checks.

Those with certificates are good residents and good monsters protected by law.

Without a license...

What is that?

Those are demons of unknown origin! They are potential dangers! They are destabilizing factors that must be eliminated!

If you get caught by the 749 Bureau, it's not just a matter of criticism, education, fines, or detention.

There was no repatriation to their place of origin.

That's something we can just deal with directly! If you kill someone or they die, you deserve it! It's doing the people a favor and maintaining social stability!

This is a dead end, a truly hopeless situation!

Ahri stood there, her face pale, her lips trembling, her mind blank.

On the other side, Ji Zuodao had already narrowed his eyes.

He didn't say anything, but simply raised his hand and made a light gesture.

Behind them, the demons, who had been relaxed and even a little bored, suddenly sharpened their eyes and moved in unison.

Silent and stealthy, yet incredibly swift.

In just a few breaths, the formation that had seemed a little loose had transformed into a subtle encirclement.

All avenues of retreat have been blocked.

All the attention was focused on the trembling Tibetan fox standing in the center.

The atmosphere in the room, which had just eased up, instantly plummeted to freezing point.

You could hear a pin drop.

Ji Zuodao took a step forward, and a smile reappeared on his face.

Still those white teeth, still the upturned corners of his mouth.

"Comrade..."

Ji Zuodao spoke, his voice not loud, even relatively calm, but every word was like a small hammer striking Ah Li's tense nerves.

"Where's your monster ID?"

"Excuse me, could you please take it out and register it?"

Ahri felt that her fox tail was shaking so badly it no longer belonged to her.

She looked into Ji Zuodao's eyes, which seemed to see through everything, and then at the surrounding demons who were eyeing her menacingly and exuding a chilling aura.

Admitting that he is Ahri?

What awaits her is a scarf made by this scoundrel himself, which he doesn't even know which unlucky person he'll give it to!

They don't admit it, and they can't produce an ID card?

Then she's an unregistered monster, an illegal entity that Bureau 749 has the authority to eliminate on the spot! She's doomed!

Ahead lies a cliff, behind lies an abyss.

To the left is a mountain of knives, to the right a sea of ​​fire.

No matter which path you choose...

These are all dead ends!

He tilted his head to look at Ah Li, his tone light and casual, as if they were having a friendly chat:

"Comrade, what do you mean? Is there a problem?"

Ji Zuodao took another half step forward, and the oppressive feeling mixed with the smell of blood quietly spread out, his white teeth particularly conspicuous in the dim light.

Ahri's tongue was tied in knots, a chill ran down her back, and her CPU was about to overheat.

"I was just wondering where I put my ID card! Oh, my terrible memory! In my nervousness, I completely forgot..."

Her forced smile was more like a grimace, and her voice was hoarse.

"oh--!"

Ji Zuodao drew out his words, then nodded as if suddenly realizing something, his face showing a considerate "I understand, I understand everything" expression.

"Can't find it? I understand! Everyone forgets things sometimes!"

"No rush, let's think about it slowly and carefully."

As she spoke, she turned her head and raised her chin at Su Xiaoxiao:

"Xiaoxiao, go get that bundle of barbed demon-binding rope from my car, it's really good."

He then waved to the demons beside him:

"You guys, go inside and help us look. Check the cabinets, drawers, under the bed, even the pillowcases, see if that ID card is playing a trick on us."

With each word he spoke, Ahri's face paled a little more.

A demon-binding rope? And it's barbed?!

Su Xiaoxiao said "Oh," and turned around to get it, muttering, "That black one? It's so heavy..."

Several of the monster's henchmen were already rubbing their hands together, grinning maliciously as they walked into the house, their footsteps pounding as if they were about to demolish it.

Ahri stood there, her vision blurring, the world spinning around her.

Looking at Ji Zuodao's increasingly "kind" smile.

Listening to Su Xiaoxiao's soft mutterings.

She felt the sounds of things being rummaged through the house, making her heart pound...

The tip of her tail was trembling.

It’s over.

Heaven is going to destroy me.