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

Han Jiang jerked his neck back, almost twisting his head 180 degrees, and looked back at the sound.

There was nothing behind him except for the leaves rustling in the wind.

"Damn... I'm scaring myself. I must be hallucinating from staying up all night last night."

Han Jiang wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, inwardly cursing himself for being so spineless.

He steadied himself and quickly aimed the camera at the chaotic villa yard in the distance. This was going to generate a massive amount of traffic, so he couldn't afford to lose focus.

While adjusting the focus, he quickly glanced at the comments.

That glance sent my heart, which had just settled back into my stomach, leaping into my throat again.

The comments section was flooded with messages like crazy:

"Wow, this streamer's pretty good! He even has commentary and narration? Who said 'Yo, live stream' just now? His voice is quite magnetic, definitely a young man!"

"A newly hired assistant? Quite skilled, they went online quietly."

"Nice voice, let him chatter on more next time!"

……

Han Jiang's face turned green. He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and whispered into the microphone:

"Family members, stop fooling around! I'm all alone, no help at all. Don't scare me!"

"Stop pretending, host! We all heard it! Just now, very clearly, a guy's voice said, 'Great angle!'"

"Exactly! I heard it too! I heard it very clearly!"

"Really alone? You don't have anyone like that around you, do you, streamer?"

"Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony..."

Han Jiang's hair stood on end. Forget about hiding anymore, he held up his phone and spun around, the camera panning across the surrounding trees and bushes. His voice was trembling with emotion, almost crying.

"Guys! Look! There's nobody here! I'm all alone, perched in this tree! Don't mess with me! This is exciting enough!"

He had barely finished speaking.

"surprise!"

A head suddenly dropped upside down from above, its face almost touching the phone camera!

The face was magnified under the ultra-high-definition lens, revealing the sly, mischievous curve of his lips and his teasing eyes.

"Holy shit!!!"

Han Jiang was so shocked that he yelled and his hand trembled. The live-streaming phone flew out of his hand, and he fell straight down the tree trunk where he was hiding, like a kite with a broken string!

"Thump!"

Luckily, he was a demon, so he was tough. He fell into the soft pile of fallen leaves, and apart from wincing in pain, he didn't break apart.

The concealment technique was completely broken, and the chameleon demon, covered in scales and with a deathly pale face, revealed its true form.

The live stream chat exploded, with the screen instantly filled with comments:

"Aaaaaah, Mommy!"

"A sudden, fatal strike! It's a sudden, fatal strike!"

"Evil spirits, begone! Evil spirits, begone!"

"Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony...May the Bodhisattva bless us..."

Han Jiang lay on the ground, taking a while to catch his breath. A surge of anger suddenly rose within him, and he clutched his head, cursing, "Which bastard...?"

Before he could even utter the word "egg," his gaze focused, and he finally saw clearly the person who was gently floating down from the tree.

He happened to be standing leisurely in front of him, and even bent down to pick up his phone, which had been smashed and had several cracks in the screen but was stubbornly continuing to broadcast.

A crisp uniform with distinctive insignia.

Han Jiang swallowed the profanity that was on the tip of his tongue, almost choking back tears. A fawning smile, more like a grimace, instantly spread across his face, and he twirled his tongue:

"...This official, exuding an aura of authority and imposing presence, commands my utmost respect! So he's an official from Bureau 749!"

Ji Zuodao looked at the chameleon spirit sprawled on the ground with a half-smile:

"Hey kid, you've got some nerve! Secretly filming investigators from Bureau 749 in the line of duty, obstructing law enforcement, leaking classified information... You think about it, this charge could keep you eating cornbread in jail for years?"

Upon hearing this, Han Jiang's legs went completely numb.

Ignoring the pain, he scrambled to his feet, but his legs were as weak as noodles, and he almost knelt down again, his face contorted in a grimace.

"Sir! Sir, please understand! I really didn't mean to secretly film our 749 Bureau! I wouldn't dare even if you gave me ten lives! I came here to secretly film those bastards from the Monster Protection Association!"

"What a coincidence! I've stumbled upon you officials, upholding justice and ridding the people of evil! I'm leaving right now! Immediately! Right now! I'll get as far away as possible! I won't interfere with your official duties!"

"Oh—so it's our 749th Bureau's fault after all, for delaying your digging up dirt and breaking big news?"

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!"

Han Jiang shook his head vigorously, his body drenched in cold sweat.

"It was my fault for being in the wrong place at the wrong time! Sir, please be magnanimous and let me go! I promise I won't say a word about what I saw today! I'll shut down the live stream right now! Immediately!"

He was about to pounce on her and turn off the live stream.

"Hey, don't mind."

Ji Zuodao raised his hand to avoid him, but instead held the phone camera steady and gave it a "kind" smile that Han Jiang found a little creepy.

"Since we're already here, let's not bother with taking pictures. Let's use this space to talk to our viewers about something important."

He cleared his throat, facing the screen where the comments had surged again in an instant, his tone calm, yet carrying an undeniable air of authority:

"Listen up, everyone. From this day forward, there will be no such thing as the Monster Protection Association in the Jinghai area. It's gone."

"Why are they gone? Those bastards not only bullied and extorted protection money, but they were also the worst kind of people—they kidnapped monsters from our Han people and sold them to foreign laboratories and collectors for money! They were traitors, betraying their own country, and deserve to die!"

The moment those words were spoken, the live stream chat exploded.

The live chat, which had been filled with casual observation, was immediately flooded with a sea of ​​crimson anger.

"Damn it! Traitor! Spy!"

"Damn it! No wonder several of my fellow villagers have mysteriously disappeared!"

"So what the panda and the tabby cat said was all true! Those beasts!"

"They deserve to die! They deserve to be executed! Well done, Bureau 749!"

"Support! Go all out!"

The sentiment is indignant.

If the previous misdeeds against the Monster Protection Association were merely at the level of "bullying monsters," then the charge of "kidnapping and selling them to foreign countries" completely crossed the bottom line for all monsters and even some conscientious cultivators.

Ji Zuodao looked at the comments, clapped his hands, and raised his voice a few decibels, carrying a resolute force:

"So listen carefully and remember this. From today onwards, all matters concerning monsters in Jinghai will be handled by the Monster Management Section. If you have any problems, go to the Monster Management Section. Don't trust those messy folk organizations anymore, and don't try to do anything yourself."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sharp, as if it could pierce through the screen.

"In the Demon Management Department, I, Ji Zuodao, am now in charge."

He extended his index finger, pointed at the camera, and said, word by word:

"Regarding matters concerning monsters, if others can handle it, I will; if others can't, I will handle it even more. Execute first, report later—Special permission from Bureau 749! This is the current Monster Management Section!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the chat in the live stream strangely froze for a few seconds.

There were no cheers, no support, only a stifling silence and a few scattered words:

"Easier said than done..."

"The last person with the surname Wei said the same thing."

"Anyone can make empty promises."

"Let's wait and see."

Han Jiang lay on the ground, secretly glancing at Ji Zuodao, then at his phone screen, and his heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, the official has made his promise, but the people aren't buying it!

No wonder, that Section Chief Wei from before really ruined the reputation of the Demon Management Section.

Ji Zuodao looked at the silent and questioning comments with no expression on his face, as if he had expected it all along.

He still has a trump card up his sleeve.

Ji Zuodao slowly took out his phone, swiped a few times, brought up the photo album, and then—

They shoved the screen right in front of the live stream camera.

Do you know why I can say that?

He pointed to the photo on the screen, a hint of smugness in his voice:

"Because I am the Empress's favorite child!"

In the live broadcast room, all the viewers, including Han Jiang who was lying on the ground, subconsciously squinted at the enlarged photo.

The photo isn't particularly high resolution, giving it a slightly old-fashioned feel.

A little boy who looked only seven or eight years old, with a tense face that seemed to say "I have no will to live," was forcibly embraced by a stunningly beautiful woman in palace attire, who was smiling sweetly.

The beautiful woman smiled so broadly that her eyes disappeared, and she was vigorously rubbing her cheek against the boy's head.

The boy's limbs were stiff, and he was forced to make a crooked "V" sign in front of the camera.

Although the boy's features still bear some resemblance to Ji Zuodao today.

But that cowardly, resentful demeanor, which dared not resist, was completely different from the arrogant and domineering Section Chief Ji he is now.

"..."

"..."

"..."

The chat was deathly silent.

Five or six seconds passed.

"Holy shit!!!"

"Your Majesty! It really is Your Majesty!!!"

"It looks exactly like the goddess statue I have at home! No! It's even more beautiful than the portrait!"

"This human... ugh! This official knows the Empress?!"

"Wait a minute, someone who can be hugged and rubbed like this by the Empress... can they be an ordinary human?"

"Is this for real? These days, AI face-swapping and Photoshop synthesis are incredibly easy!"

"Go to hell! You're the fake one! Your whole family is fake! I was fortunate enough to see the Empress in person back then. This aura, this charm—can AI create that? Can Photoshop recreate that? This is 100% the Empress!"

"Ji Qingtian!"

"Ji Qingtian!!!"

"From now on, if you need anything, just ask Ji Qingtian!!!"

A comment with the name "Ji Qingtian" acted as a fuse, instantly igniting the entire live stream.

Immediately afterwards, a dense, overwhelming flood of "Ji Qingtian" text, like a golden torrent, completely engulfed the screen!

Tsk tsk, the title of "Empress" is really useful.