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

One intelligence report after another was laid out on the desk, paper materials, photos, and videos, covering the entire table like an intelligence exhibition.

Almost all the information about Himezado that could be found is here.

It was very fast, less than half an hour.

Wang Gang was somewhat surprised. When did his intelligence organization become so capable?

Normally, when we ask them to investigate a competitor's background, it takes them three to five days to get the results.

Every time we urge them, they always have an excuse.

They come up with all sorts of excuses: the other party is good at keeping secrets, they have a powerful figure in their ranks, their background is complicated and needs time to sort things out. They can make up more excuses than a comedian.

Why were you so efficient this time?

Actually, there's no need to put in much effort to find information about Ji Zuodao.

Because Ji Zuodao is so famous in Jinghai.

It has a bad reputation.

It's not just that it can stop a child from crying; even adults wouldn't dare to cry if they saw it.

If you randomly grab a Qi cultivator on the streets of Jinghai and ask him if he knows Ji Zuodao, nine and a half out of ten can tell you a few of his "glorious deeds".

What about ransacking homes and wiping out entire families? What about skinning people alive? What about forcing those bald monks from the Buddhist sect to compete with the Beggars' Sect for food? What about putting all the demon kings from the Demon Protection Association into the pot?

The other half is a newcomer to Jinghai, but he will find out about it within three days.

Because the experienced Qi practitioners in Jinghai would enthusiastically explain things to him:

"Young man, remember this: in Jinghai, you can mess with anyone, but never mess with that guy from Bureau 749. That guy really dares to skin you alive and use you as a lantern."

Moreover, Bureau 749 didn't intend to hide this information.

The bureau produced this thing, and they wanted the whole of Beijing to know about it.

They were not ashamed of Ji Zuodao's infamy, but rather proud of it.

Master Zhang has a worthy successor!

They don't know what other 749 Bureaus do, but their Jinghai 749 Bureau is all about this kind of infamy.

So evil that it can terrify those dishonest guys to the core;

It was so evil that their legs would cramp up at the mere mention of the name "Jinghai 749";

They are so evil that they have to consider whether they have the fate to do bad things before they even think about it.

To be honest, they felt ashamed.

Having followed Zhang Yucheng for so many years, I still haven't learned much of Zhang Sanye's essence.

Once they put on their official robes, they became very constrained.

In the past, when confiscating property and exterminating entire families, they dared to lay the wheels of a cart sideways. But after they put on official robes, what about when they confiscated property? They only dared to kill half of the family members.

They dared not do this, dared not touch that, for fear of being caught doing something wrong, for fear of having a bad influence.

Especially during the time when Zhang Yucheng was trapped in the strange realm, they were completely controlled by those aristocratic families and sects through their rules.

If someone tells you the rules, you have to follow them; if someone tells you the procedures, you have to follow them.

By the time the whole process is completed, the daylily is already cold.

Those powerful families and sects are all slippery and adept at finding loopholes, even more so than eels. If you can't catch them red-handed, you can't do anything about them.

How shameful!

The prestigious 749 Bureau of Jinghai was completely controlled by a group of powerful families and sects; it's a laughing stock.

Now, Ji Zuodao has arrived.

That kid, with that reckless attitude, sometimes they even wondered if he was Zhang Sanye's son.

His methods and style were exactly the same as Zhang Yucheng's back then.

Even more than that.

Those aristocratic families and sects initially tried to reason with Ji Zuodao about the rules, but they found that it was impossible to reason with him.

You tell him the rules, and he acts like a thug.

You act like a hooligan with him, and he talks to you about the law;

If you talk to him about the law, he'll just pull out a knife.

He can pull off a whole series of moves that leave you completely clueless, and you still won't be able to do anything about it.

This kind of person is born for this job.

Wang Gang did not look at the paper intelligence first, but chose to watch the video first.

Nothing provides a more direct way to understand a person than a video.

Paper materials can be faked, and photos can be photoshopped, but videos, especially unedited original videos, best reflect a person's true character.

He opened a video file.

As soon as the video loaded, Zhao Ya squeezed in.

The force was astonishing; it shoved Wang Gang aside, almost knocking him off his chair.

Wang Gang swayed to the side, the chair leg scraping against the ground with a sharp screech. Luckily, he managed to grab the edge of the table in time, preventing himself and the chair from tipping over.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but after looking at Zhao Ya's tense face, he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Forget it, I won't argue with her.

Zhao Ya squeezed in front of the screen, placed her hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward slightly, and stared intently at the screen, as if she wanted to see right through it.

She was really eager to see her son's past.

I want to know what he looks like, what his voice sounds like, what his laugh looks like, and what he usually likes to do.

There were so many things she wanted to know, so many that she wished she could cram all the information about him into her brain in an instant.

The video has started playing.

Zhao Ya's expectant expression froze on her face.

That was a screen recording of Ji Zuodao's live stream on Caiyun.

In the video, Ji Zuodao is wearing a black trench coat, his hair is a little messy, and a few strands of hair fall casually down his forehead, giving him a somewhat unrestrained look.

A smile graced his face, a bright and sunny smile, radiating the youthful energy unique to young people. His eyes crinkled, revealing a few white teeth.

Anyone who sees him would think he's a sunny and cheerful young man.

If you don't look at what he's doing.

In the video, Ji Zuodao is holding a small skinning knife.

The knife was small, with a narrow and thin blade that gleamed with a chilling light under the lamp.

With the hilt of the knife in his hand, Ji Zuodao's fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles. His grip on the knife was steady and composed, as if he had practiced it a thousand times, with a natural and fluid grace.

He was cutting away the flesh of a heretical cultivator, slice by slice.

The heretical cultivator was tied to a pillar, completely naked, his body covered with countless wounds.

The wounds were all the same depth and length, arranged neatly as if measured with a ruler, carrying an almost morbid sense of order.

Ji Zuodao's technique was very steady.

With each cut, a thin slice of meat is precisely sliced ​​off.

The slices of meat were so thin they were almost transparent, allowing you to see what was behind them.

After he finished slicing, he would casually toss the slice of meat aside, and the slice would float lightly to the side and land on a tray next to him, neatly arranged like a slice of roast duck.

His face wore a focused expression.

That kind of focus is not cruel, not tyrannical, but rather... how should I put it, the focus of a craftsman when he is sculpting his work.

It was as if he was holding a carving knife, not a peeling knife;

It was as if the person bound in front of me was not a living person, but a piece of rough jade waiting to be carved.

Ji Zuodao's face even had a blush of shyness.

Like a middle school student giving a speech on stage for the first time, a little nervous, a little shy, and a little excited.

But his hands were anything but hesitant.

One cut, another cut, and yet another.

With each strike, the evil cultivator let out a bloodcurdling scream.

The agonizing screams, heart-wrenching and agonizing, echoed in the video, sending chills down your spine just by listening to them.

But Ji Zuodao was completely unaware.

He was cutting while interacting with the viewers in the live stream.

"Hey everyone, come on, give this a like! Just click the little red heart in the top right corner! It's free! No money required! Just a tap of your finger!"

His voice had a clear and energetic quality unique to young people, and even a touch of magnetism; it was quite pleasant to listen to.

Coupled with the agonizing screams of the evil cultivator, it all seemed so... harmonious.

Yes, harmony.

The visuals, the sounds, the atmosphere—it all gave me a strange sense of harmony.

It's as if Lingchi and the sunny, cheerful young man who did the live stream were a match made in heaven; neither would be complete without the other.