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

One guy even pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket, cracking them open while watching him, looking as relaxed as if he were watching a free movie.

Wang Bing felt extremely uncomfortable under their gaze.

Of course, none of these are the most critical issues.

The worst part was that he overheard the comments from the onlookers.

What does it mean to "take a few more glances, because you won't be able to look anymore once you die"?

What does it mean to "want to see the death by a thousand cuts"?

What does "wanting to see someone skinned alive" mean?

Wang Bing felt a chill running down his spine.

Damn, is this really Bureau 749?

Could it be that they got him into the park?

He had heard that there were scam industrial parks in northern Myanmar that specialized in kidnapping people and carrying out telecom fraud. Could it be that he had been kidnapped as well?

Damn it, is that person selling pornographic pictures an accomplice of a scam group?

First, provoke him with a notebook, then lure him into this fake 749 bureau, then kidnap him and sell him to northern Myanmar.

Wang Bing thought about it more and more and it seemed very possible.

Thinking about it carefully, how could a 749 Bureau investigator be neglecting his duties and instead selling pornographic images at the breathing exercise market?

Even the most unscrupulous investigator wouldn't do something like this!

How could I have fallen for that scam? I should have downloaded an anti-fraud app.

Wait, were we tricked?

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Wang Bing.

Holy crap, could this be a setup? A trap specifically designed to lure him in!

Yeah! What a coincidence that I just happened to run into someone selling doujinshi based on him while browsing the Qi cultivator market?

Isn't this just to provoke him? To get him to make the first move, so they'll have a reason to arrest him!

What a coincidence that the boss just happened to be able to beat him.

A master of the Dharma Aspect Realm would be a figure of importance anywhere, so how could they possibly be stuck in a small stall selling erotic pictures?

This doesn't make sense!

There's a conspiracy here! A massive conspiracy!

Wang Bing became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it, feeling more and more that he had fallen into a meticulously designed trap.

What are these people up to? Kidnap him? Extort money from the Wang family? Or do they have some other motive?

He is the eldest grandson of the Wang family. If he is kidnapped, the Wang family will definitely have to pay a high price to ransom him.

These people are definitely after the Wang family's money!

As he was lost in thought, he saw the crowd part to make way for a figure to squeeze through.

The man was wearing a black trench coat, had a slender build, walked casually, and had a lazy, cynical expression on his face.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, exuding a roguish charm, like an old man just back from a stroll, very leisurely.

That face looked exactly like his.

Wang Bing's eyes widened instantly, becoming as round as copper bells.

Holy crap! It was definitely targeting him! They even prepared a body double!

This is a scheme to switch the prince with a cat!

They're trying to seize his royal family's inheritance!

Wang Bing felt his heart pounding wildly, as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

He wanted to stand up and confront the man who looked exactly like him, but the ropes binding him were too tight, and he couldn't move at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the man walked to the cell door, put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head, and looked him up and down with the eyes of someone appraising merchandise.

Then, the man spoke, his voice tinged with amusement:

"Wow, it really does look quite similar."

Ji Zuodao walked into the cell, making clicking noises as he did so.

He circled around Wang Bing, scrutinizing him from top to bottom, left to right, and front to back, leaving no blind spots.

"This kid's disguise skills are quite impressive."

Ji Zuodao believed that his art of disguising skin was already perfect.

Looking across the entire Han Dynasty, you could count on one hand the number of people who could rival him in this skill.

But this imposter in front of him was so convincing that he couldn't detect a single flaw—the texture of the skin, the distribution of the pores, the curve of the cheekbones, the lines of the jaw…

Every part is perfectly natural and flawless.

Damn, how did they do that?

The leather looks exactly like the original; he couldn't find a single seam.

You must understand that no matter how skillful the art of disguise is, it is still just a disguise, and some traces will always remain.

Whether it's the seam behind the ear, the lines on the side of the neck, or the subtle color difference at the hairline, there are always clues to be found.

But this guy in front of me has no flaws whatsoever; it's as if this face was his birthright.

Ji Zuodao reached out and touched Wang Bing's face, then pinched it, feeling the texture and elasticity of his skin.

"Soft, warm, and bouncy... This is fucking like real leather."

Ji Zuodao had only ever seen this level of skin-changing technique on his third master.

Could this kid have reached the level of his third master?

Can't you?

Master San practiced for many years to develop his skills. This kid looks about the same age as him, how could he possibly have that level of skill?

Ji Zuodao did not believe in evil.

He stepped forward, squatted down in front of Wang Bing, reached out, pinched Wang Bing's face, and began to examine him carefully.

The action was anything but polite.

He would turn Wang Bing's face to the left one moment and to the right the next, and every now and then he would pry open his mouth to check his teeth.

"Hmm... your teeth are quite straight, you can tell you've never been calcium deficient since childhood."

He then pinched Wang Bing's cheekbone: "The bones are good too, hard enough and resilient enough."

He even leaned closer and stared at Wang Bing's ear for a long time, rubbing it with his fingers, trying to find the seams of the painted skin.

"That's strange... there really is no seam?"

He then moved to the back of Wang Bing's head, parted his hair to look at his hairline, touched the skin on the back of his neck, and even flicked Wang Bing's forehead with his finger to listen to the sound.

"Knock knock knock".

"Hmm, its head is pretty hard too."

Ji Zuodao's posture made it seem like he was inspecting a painted mask, but someone who didn't know better might think he was checking the teeth of livestock.

The onlookers were stunned.

One investigator muttered under his breath, "Why do I get the feeling that Section Chief Ji isn't inspecting a mask, but rather selecting livestock?"

Another investigator chimed in, "What do you mean by 'feeling'? He was just picking out livestock, okay? Didn't you see the way he pried open the mouth to check the teeth? It was exactly the same way my grandfather used to pick out cattle at the market."

"Now that you mention it, it's true..."

"Do you think Section Chief Ji will pat his butt later to see if the flesh is firm?"

"I think it's possible."

Wang Bing was being examined like livestock by the person in front of him who looked remarkably like him, and his inner humiliation and dissatisfaction reached their limit.

He is the eldest grandson of the Wang family, a prodigy, and a child of immortality. When has he ever suffered such injustice?

I was already humiliated enough by being pinned to the ground and beaten up by that notebook seller.

Now this guy who looks exactly like me is going to be examined like livestock.

He felt his dignity being trampled underfoot and crushed to pieces by the person in front of him.

"How dare you!"

Wang Bing finally lost his temper, and a powerful aura belonging to the Dharma Aspect Realm surged towards Ji Zuodao like a tidal wave.

He wanted to show this person in front of him with his strength that he was not someone to be trifled with!

He is the eldest grandson of the Wang family, a child prodigy, and an outstanding figure among the younger generation!

The person in front of me looks about the same age as me, so his cultivation level is definitely lower than mine.

That incredibly strong notebook seller must be an exception. He just doesn't believe that anyone can be stronger than him.

Doesn't this proud and arrogant man have any pride?