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 to the door of the innermost office on the second floor.

A sign hangs on the door with three large characters: Director's Office.

The sign was made of solid wood, with black background and gold lettering, and looked very dignified.

For some reason, Wang Gang always felt that those three words exuded a murderous aura, just like the plaque at the entrance of the King of Hell's palace, making people feel terrified.

Fang Qing turned around and gave Wang Gang a wink.

Then he raised his hand and knocked three times on the door.

The knocking was neither too fast nor too slow, and the volume was just right, giving the impression that the person was well-mannered.

"Enter."

A man's voice came from inside. It wasn't loud, but rather gentle, with a magnetic quality unique to mature men that made people feel comfortable.

But for some reason, Wang Gang always felt that there was something hidden in that voice, something that made his heart pound.

Fang Qing pushed open the door and went inside.

Wang Gang took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Zhao Ya followed behind him, one hand tightly clutching a handkerchief, the other unconsciously grabbing Wang Gang's sleeve.

In the office, a man wearing a black trench coat was sitting behind his desk, looking down at a document.

He didn't look up, but continued looking at the documents in his hand, his posture and demeanor as if he didn't even know someone had come in.

Fang Qing wasn't in a hurry; he simply stood in front of his desk and waited.

Wang Gang stood behind Fang Qing, not daring to breathe.

He secretly glanced at the office. It wasn't big, and it was simply furnished: a desk, a chair, a bookcase, a sofa, and that was it.

A calligraphy scroll hangs on the wall, bearing four large characters: "Peace Under Heaven".

The characters were written with vigor and strength, and the strokes exuded a fierce and ruthless aura, clearly not the work of an ordinary person.

After about two or three minutes, Zhang Yucheng put down the documents in his hand and looked up.

"Old Fang, what are you up to now?"

Zhang Yucheng leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands in front of his abdomen.

"Speak, what is it?"

Fang Qing then slowly spoke:

"Director Zhang, this is what happened. This is Wang Gang, the head of the Wang family in Shanghai. His son had a misunderstanding with one of your investigators at the Qi Practitioner Market today and was brought to the station. He asked me to put in a good word for him and see if we could make an exception and release the boy."

As he spoke, he turned his head, and Chong Wanggang gave him a wink.

Wang Gang understood and quickly stepped forward, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face; it's always good to be humble.

"Director Zhang, hello! I've long admired your name, and meeting you today, I can confirm it's well-deserved!"

As he spoke, he reached out his hand, wanting to shake hands with Zhang Yucheng.

Zhang Yucheng glanced at him but did not reach out.

Wang Gang's hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to extend it or retract it, feeling extremely awkward.

He chuckled awkwardly, withdrew his hand, and wiped the sweat from his palms on his trouser leg.

"Director Zhang, what do you think about this matter...?"

"This is not a good situation."

Zhang Yucheng interrupted him and immediately began using the old tricks of the Jinghai 749 Bureau, with one hat after another already prepared.

"Your son assaulted an investigator from our 749th Bureau. Assaulting an investigator—what kind of offense is that?"

"This is a blatant provocation against the state's law enforcement agencies, a blatant disregard for the law. What, is your royal family planning a rebellion? Should I find you a mountain stronghold so you can declare yourself king?"

He spoke in increasingly serious tones, his voice growing colder and colder until he was practically shouting.

Wang Gang broke out in a cold sweat, his back soaked with sweat.

He was a little confused. How did this get into rebellion?

He remembers that his son hit someone, not that he crashed a plane into the Twin Towers, right?

He quickly explained:

"Director Zhang, you've misunderstood! My son absolutely did not intend to attack the investigators! He acted impulsively and confusedly, which is why he did such a thing! He already knows he was wrong! Please, be magnanimous and forgive him this time!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Fang Qing, his eyes filled with a pleading look.

Fang Qing understood and quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Director Zhang, look at this matter, it's not actually that serious. Xiao Wang's son is young and impulsive, and he made a mistake in a moment of impulse, which is understandable. Besides, he didn't cause any serious consequences. He just overturned a stall and hit someone. It's not a big deal. A little criticism and education, a fine, and it'll be over."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Wang Gang and said in a tone that said, "I'm speaking up for you."

"Xiao Wang, don't worry too much. Director Zhang is a very reasonable person. As long as you are sincere, realize your mistake, and compensate the investigator for his losses, there is still room for negotiation."

Upon hearing this, Wang Gang nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Fang is right! We will definitely compensate! We will definitely compensate! We'll cover the investigator's medical expenses, compensation for emotional distress, and lost wages! We'll cover them all!"

Zhang Yucheng pondered for a moment, picked up his teacup, took another sip, then slowly put the teacup down and said:

"Logically speaking, someone of your rank shouldn't have the right to enter my office. But since Old Fang has made an exception, I'll give you face."

Upon hearing this, Wang Gang was overjoyed and repeatedly clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you so much, Director Zhang! Thank you so much, Director Zhang!"

"Don't thank me yet."

Zhang Yucheng waved his hand, interrupting him.

"I have a few more conditions."

"Please tell me! I'll do whatever I can!"

Wang Gang patted his chest, his tone so sincere and resolute.

"First, your son assaulted an investigator and disturbed public order. According to the regulations I made up, uh, the relevant regulations, he needs to pay a fine."

Zhang Yucheng held up one finger.

"The fine is ten million."

Wang Gang was stunned for a moment.

Ten million?

That's way too much! And what did you just say? Who just made up these rules?

He opened his mouth, wanting to bargain, but seeing Zhang Yucheng's expressionless face, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Fine! Ten million it is! I'll pay!"

He gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Secondly, the investigator your son beat up needs compensation for emotional distress and medical expenses. Your son hit him on the head, almost killing him; he's still in the emergency room!"

Zhang Yucheng extended his second finger.

"This number is twenty million."

Wang Gang's lips twitched slightly.

Twenty million?

Adding that ten million from earlier, that makes thirty million!

But the thought of his son still locked up in jail forced him to grit his teeth and agree, "Okay!"

"third--"

Zhang Yucheng extended his third finger and slowly said:

"Our 749th Bureau is currently facing a budget crunch, and our training facilities are outdated and urgently need upgrading. As a prominent figure in Shanghai, shouldn't Mr. Wang also do his part to contribute to the safety and security of our martial arts community?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Gang's heart skipped a beat.

He realized that Director Zhang was going to take advantage of him today!

But what could he do?

With his son in someone else's hands, would he dare say "no"?

He could only swallow his anger and force a willing smile on his face.

"Of course, of course! It is my honor to contribute to the safety of the cultivation world in the Great Han! I will donate 30 million to upgrade the training facilities of Bureau 749!"

When he uttered the words "thirty million," he felt as if his heart was bleeding, the blood flowing so fast it was almost like a river.

In just a short while, most of my small goal was gone.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yucheng finally showed a slight smile.

"Mr. Wang is indeed a man of great principle. In that case, it's settled. I'll have someone take you to the cell in a bit."

As he spoke, he picked up the phone on the table, dialed a number, and said a few words into the receiver.

Wang Gang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it cost a lot of money, we finally got our son out.

He even felt a little grateful to Fang Qing.

If it weren't for Master Fang intervening, this matter probably wouldn't have been resolved so easily.

He turned his head, looked at Fang Qing, and smiled gratefully:

"Mr. Fang, thank you so much for today! Without your help, I really wouldn't know what to do! I'll definitely come to thank you in person another day!"

Fang Qing waved his hand with a humble smile: "You're too kind, it was nothing. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know."

Wang Gang nodded repeatedly, feeling deeply moved.

See? This is what connections are!

What is a friend? This is a friend!

When it really matters, Fang Ye is the most reliable!

He didn't notice at all that Fang Qing and Zhang Yucheng exchanged a glance.

There was a tacit understanding in their eyes that only the two of them could comprehend.