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

Wang Gang and Zhao Ya are sitting in the living room right now.

Ever since they saw those documents last night, the two of them have been in a bad mood.

Wang Gang was worried.

He was worried about how to resolve this matter.

He could tell that Ji Zuodao was a vengeful person.

The Wang family abandoned him and even drained his life essence. If he finds out about this, wouldn't it cause an uproar?

Zhao Ya, on the other hand, was thinking about how to reunite with her son.

She thought about it all night, but couldn't come up with a solution.

She didn't know how to approach him, what to say to him, or what role to play in his life.

Just as the two were worrying about their own situation, the butler rushed downstairs.

"Master, Madam, a number of people have arrived outside. They say they are representatives from various families in Jinghai and have something they would like to discuss with you two."

Wang Gang frowned: "Representatives from various families in Jinghai? What are they here for?"

"Well... I'm not quite sure either." The butler shook his head. "But judging from their demeanor, they don't seem to have any good intentions."

Wang Gang and Zhao Ya exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

They stood up and followed the butler downstairs.

Upon entering the living room, Wang Gang saw a large group of people sitting in the room.

There were people of all ages and builds, all with serious expressions, as if they were attending a funeral.

Liu Boyuan, who was at the head of the group, was sitting on the sofa, holding a teacup in his hand and slowly sipping his tea.

Their demeanor and style were as if they were at home, completely at ease.

Seeing Wang Gang and Zhao Ya come downstairs, Liu Boyuan put down his teacup, stood up, and a smile appeared on his face.

That smile looks polite, but if you look closely, you'll find a knife hidden beneath it.

"Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang, I apologize for disturbing you."

Liu Boyuan cupped his hands in greeting, his tone sounding quite polite, but his eyes were anything but.

"We've come here today because we have something we'd like to ask you both."

Wang Gang's unease intensified.

He forced a smile and asked, "What advice does Mr. Liu have for me?"

Liu Boyuan did not rush to answer.

He took a cell phone out of his pocket, tapped a few times, and then handed it to Wang Gang.

"Mr. Wang, please take a look at this first."

Wang Gang took the phone, glanced down, and saw a post on the screen. The title was shocking: "Shocking! Ji Zuodao, Section Chief of Bureau 749, actually did this!"

Wang Gang's expression changed instantly.

He continued scrolling down, one post, two posts, three posts... more than a dozen posts, all of them smearing Ji Zuodao.

Each piece was extremely vicious in its wording, extremely exaggerated in its content, and extremely clear in its purpose: to ruin Ji Zuodao's reputation.

Wang Gang's hands began to tremble slightly.

"Bing'er?"

Wang Gang muttered to himself; he recognized the wording and the tone of voice.

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father.

The people who truly understand you are always your family.

Wang Bing's little schemes and tricks were completely exposed to Wang Gang.

Zhao Ya also came over, glanced at the screen, and her expression changed.

Her face turned even uglier than Wang Gang's.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of anger.

She was angry because Wang Bing, the older brother, had bullied his younger brother!

Although she hasn't officially acknowledged Ji Zuodao as her son yet, in her heart, Ji Zuodao is already her son.

That was her son who had been separated from her for nineteen years, the son she had owed for nineteen years, the son she wished she could give him the best things in the world to make up for it.

But now? Her other son is posting online to smear him!

What is this? Is it fratricide?

Zhao Ya was so angry that she was trembling all over, her teeth were grinding, and her eyes looked like she wanted to devour someone.

Liu Boyuan, observing the changes in Wang Gang and Zhao Ya's expressions, already understood the situation.

He smiled and spoke, his voice slow and deliberate, yet his words carried a sharp edge.

"Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang, as you've probably already noticed, this post was sent from your IP address. We've checked, and it's true."

He paused, picked up his teacup, took another sip, then slowly put the cup down and continued:

"Our families don't usually have much contact with that Section Chief Ji, but we generally keep to ourselves. We don't want to provoke him, nor do we want him to hold a grudge against us."

"But then, after this post was published, we said a few things we shouldn't have in the comments section, and that Section Chief Ji seized on it. He sent people to come to each of our homes, demanding fines. We paid the fines, but we were still upset. We just wanted to find out which bastard was posting this kind of inflammatory post out of boredom, causing us to suffer as a result."

When he said the word "bastard," he emphasized it and glanced at Wang Gang.

That look in his eyes clearly said: I'm talking about your son.

Wang Gang's face turned pale and then red, like a chameleon.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

What could he possibly say?

He claims the post wasn't made by his son, but the IP address has already been traced, so there's no point in denying it.

Saying his son is immature? But he's nineteen years old, not a child anymore.

He said he was willing to pay compensation? But this matter can no longer be resolved with money.

Looking at Wang Gang's appearance, Liu Boyuan felt incredibly relieved.

Damn it, your son posted all that nonsense! He got us fined because of him! Now you know how serious that is?

Zhao Ya bowed slightly to the heads of the families and said sincerely:

"My lords, I apologize for my poor discipline and the trouble this has caused you. We will compensate you double for what is due. In addition, I will personally take my son to apologize to Section Chief Ji and give you all an explanation."

Seeing her sincere attitude, the heads of the families softened their tone. They had come here to get an explanation.

Now that the ladder has been handed to them, and they've put on a good show of loyalty to Ji Zuodao, it's about time they stopped while they were ahead.

The head of the Zheng family sighed and waved his hand:

"Alright, alright, since Madam says so, then we won't say anything more. We just hope that Madam can discipline your son properly. Jinghai is not like Shanghai; there are some people here who are truly not to be trifled with."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Wang Gang again, shook his head, and turned to leave.

The other family heads followed suit. The group arrived quickly and left just as fast, and soon the Wang family villa returned to tranquility.

Zhao Ya was silent for a moment, then spoke again, her voice carrying an undeniable resolve:

"Call Bing'er and tell him to come down."

Wang Gang was taken aback for a moment: "He's recovering from his injury right now..."

"I told him to come down."

Zhao Ya's voice was calm, yet it carried an irresistible power.

Wang Gang didn't dare say anything more, so he took out his phone and dialed Wang Bing's number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

Wang Bing's weak voice came from the other end: "Hello, Dad, what's wrong?"

"Your mom wants you to come downstairs."

"……oh."

The phone hangs up.

A few minutes later, Wang Bing dragged his injured body downstairs.

The gauze on his face hadn't been removed yet, only revealing his eyes and mouth, making him look like a mummy.

His arm was still in a cast, hanging in front of his chest, and he walked with an awkward limp.