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

Fang Qing led Wang Gang and Zhao Ya into the gate of the Jinghai 749 Bureau.

This was Wang Gang's first time in this place.

I had only heard of the 749 Bureau before, and knew it was a den of dragons and tigers, a place where all sorts of demons and monsters in the cultivation world trembled in fear.

Seeing it today, I can see that it truly lives up to its reputation.

A young woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, was sitting behind the reception desk. She was wearing a well-tailored uniform and her hair was tied into a neat ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead.

She was quite pretty, with delicate features and fair skin. She looked quiet and gentle, but her eyes and demeanor told you she was no pushover.

Wang Gang nodded inwardly: As expected of Bureau 749, even the receptionist is at the Spirit Palace Realm.

If this were in a small sect outside, someone at the Spirit Palace Realm would at least be a steward.

Here? You can only sit at the front desk, answer the phone, and register visitor information.

The difference is like heaven and earth.

As he was pondering this, he saw Fang Qing stride in, his steps so relaxed, as if he were returning to his own home, knowing the place like the back of his hand.

Then, something amazing happened.

Along the way, the investigators from Bureau 749 who came and went all became incredibly enthusiastic when they saw Fang Qing, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

"Hey! Master Qing! What brings you here today?"

A burly investigator walked towards us.

When he saw Fang Qing, the fat on his face immediately bulged into a tight smile, a smile that was incredibly sincere.

He strode up to her, and if the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, he probably would have given Fang Qing a bear hug.

"Hey Qing-ge! Long time no see! You look better and better! What good food have you been eating? Tell the brothers about it!"

Another tall, thin man also came over.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to Fang Qing.

Fang Qing didn't stand on ceremony, took the cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

The tall, thin man immediately pulled out a lighter and lit it with a "snap".

"Master Qing, do you still have any of that Da Hong Pao tea? I had some last time and I've been craving it ever since! The taste, wow, it was unforgettable!"

Someone else called out, their voice filled with a pleading tone, "Please, have mercy and give me another bite."

"Hey Qing, are you free tonight? Want to grab dinner? I know a new restaurant that just opened; their boiled fish is amazing! The chef, I heard, was poached from Sichuan and Chongqing with a high salary—it's totally authentic!"

Some people even started inviting others to dinner.

Fang Qing responded with a smile, his demeanor and bearing as if he were a leader on an inspection tour, calm and composed, handling the situation with ease.

He would nod, wave, exchange a few words with one person, and crack a joke with another.

That aura, it was absolutely commanding.

Then, he waved his hand and said with a smile, "Another day, another day. I have things to do today, let's take care of business first. I'll treat everyone to a meal another day!"

Seeing this, Wang Gang finally felt relieved.

He had heard that Master Fang had some influence in Bureau 749, but he never expected him to have such a great deal of influence!

Look at those investigators, they're all so respectful to him, like they're seeing a leader.

They offered cigarettes, greeted each other, and even invited each other to dinner. Their enthusiasm was more like that of someone seeing their own father.

What does this mean? It means that Boss Fang is very influential in Bureau 749! It means that Boss Fang has a very close relationship with these investigators!

With someone acting as a go-between, getting their son out of trouble shouldn't be too difficult, right?

Wang Gang felt increasingly confident, straightened his back a bit, and his smile became much more natural.

He even straightened his chest and adjusted his collar, trying to make himself look more confident.

Zhao Ya, who was standing to the side, also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

She even started looking at the interior decoration of Bureau 749, wondering if she should also renovate the living room of her villa when she got back.

The three of them walked through the lobby, went up to the second floor, and headed towards the director's office.

Fang Qing walked at the front, his pace neither hurried nor slow. In Wang Gang's eyes, his back was like a mountain, very steady and reliable.

In the lobby on the first floor, a new investigator, watching Fang Qing's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs, finally couldn't contain his curiosity any longer. He leaned close to a senior investigator and asked in a low voice:

"Hey bro, who was that just now? So impressive!"

The senior investigator was about thirty years old and had a burly build.

He was wearing a slightly loose uniform, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a small patch of his muscular chest.

He was leaning against the wall, holding a toothpick in his hand, slowly picking his teeth. He looked incredibly relaxed.

He took the cigarette offered by the newcomer, smelled it, then tucked it behind his ear. Without even smoking it, he slowly began to speak:

"Are you stupid? Didn't you realize that we and the God of Wealth were putting on an act for that couple?"

"The God of Wealth?"

The newcomer looked completely bewildered.

"Yes, the God of Wealth."

The senior investigator nodded, speaking in a tone that suggested, "You're lucky, you've just stumbled upon something good."

"Just remember this: every time he brings people over, our bonus for the month will double."

"So, go back tonight and browse Taobao. Add anything you want to buy to your cart in advance. Otherwise, when the bonus arrives, you won't know what to buy, which would be a waste."

Upon hearing this, the newlyweds' eyes lit up instantly, as brightly as two searchlights.

"Wow, that's impressive? Is he an investigator from our bureau?"

"no."

The senior investigator shook his head, took the toothpick out of his mouth, and fiddled with it in his hand.

"He wanted to get in, but he didn't pass the background check."

"Didn't pass the background check?"

The newcomer became even more curious, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "What did he do?"

"They led men to attack our Director Zhang three times!"

"Wow!"

The newlyweds gasped, the sound standing out starkly in the quiet hall.

He quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and only when he saw that no one was paying attention to them did he relax. He then asked in an incredulous tone, "Didn't that make us enemies?"

"No, he got Stockholm Syndrome from being beaten by Director Zhang and became Director Zhang's number one sycophant."

"..."

The newcomer opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.

The amount of information was overwhelming. He felt his brain was struggling to process it all, and his CPU was about to overheat.

It took him a while to process this before he finally managed to utter, "Damn it, isn't this depravity?"

"Heave-ho!"

The senior investigator turned his head, glanced at him, grinned, revealing a set of large, yellow teeth: "Young man, you know quite a lot. Looks like you've been studying this kind of thing quite a bit?"

The newcomer scratched his head, chuckled awkwardly, and asked, "Hey bro, those two guys he brought this time, they look pretty rich, are they here to... oh no, to ask Director Zhang for a favor?"

"That's for sure."

The senior investigator nodded.

"Didn't you see how the man's eyes darted around like a thief the moment he came in? He clearly had something to hide. And the woman, adorned with gold and silver, was obviously from a wealthy family, probably some noble lady."

"This is the kind of customer that Master Qing likes the most. They're naive, rich, and easy to fool."

The newcomer nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "Will Director Zhang meet with them?"

"I see you? Where are you?"

The senior investigator put the toothpick back in his mouth, crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and said slowly:

"Our Director Zhang is the most hospitable. He's especially warm to those naive and rich guests."

"Didn't you see Qingye's expression? Every time he makes that face, it means he's brought over a big fat sheep."

He raised his head, looking towards the second floor, his eyes carrying a meaningful glint:

"Just you wait and see. There's going to be a good show today. I reckon in half an hour at most, we'll hear that Boss Wang crying."