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

Zhao Ya paced back and forth in the living room, her steps as if she were measuring the land, walking from east to west and then from west to east, back and forth without stopping.

Two days have passed since that mess with the post.

It's been two days!

Zhao Ya's mood was never good; it was like the rainy season, gloomy and full of dampness.

She was so angry just thinking about those posts that she wanted to drag Wang Bing out of bed and beat him up.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

After all, he was her son, a piece of her flesh, her precious child whom she had cherished for nineteen years.

But if she didn't hit him, she felt she was letting down her other son.

She had already made all the plans.

In a few days, I will bring gifts and pay a visit.

I've already thought of a reason: I'll say that I'm coming to apologize for the time I mistook someone for someone else.

Although the reason sounds a bit far-fetched, it doesn't matter; the important thing is that she brought a gift when she came to visit.

Big gift!

Based on the limited contact and intelligence available, his son seems to be quite greedy.

The intelligence report clearly stated that when this kid raided a house, he even pulled out half-burnt incense sticks from the incense burner to check if they were made of valuable material.

He would slurp up even a single grain of rice that fell on the table, not wasting a single bit.

The thought of this made Zhao Ya feel as if her heart was being cut with a dull knife, causing her to ache uncontrollably.

How many hardships must one have endured to develop this habit?

How hungry must a child be from a young age to be so unwilling to waste even a single grain of rice?

Zhao Ya dared not think any further.

She was afraid that if she thought about it, she wouldn't be able to stop crying.

But it doesn't matter, the Wang family lacks everything except money.

If that's not enough, she'll go back to her parents' home to ask for more.

The Zhao family of Sichuan and Chongqing is also a large family with a very deep history.

As the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, it's not a big deal for Zhao Ya to ask her parents' home for something.

But now?

The plan is completely ruined.

Before they've even acknowledged it, they've already sent over a massive smear campaign.

Even the powerful families in Jinghai could find out which posts were made by Wang Bing, let alone the 749 Bureau in Jinghai.

Are those people in the intelligence department just sitting around doing nothing?

They have plenty of methods and channels; what can't they find out?

She's been thinking about it over and over these past two days, and several strands of her hair have turned white, but she still can't come up with a solution.

She was already too guilty to go to the 749 Bureau to acknowledge her relatives.

She was scared.

She was afraid that Ji Zuodao wouldn't recognize her, that he would hate her, and that he would look at her with the eyes of a stranger.

Just imagining that look in her eyes made her heart break.

Now Wang Bing is pulling this stunt again.

She, as the mother, was completely too ashamed to go and acknowledge her relatives.

What kind of situation is this?

Okay, even if she shamelessly goes to claim kinship, the other party will probably think she's there to provoke them.

Doesn't that make sense?

One minute they're posting online to smear someone, the next they're saying, "I'm your mother, I'm your father."

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

Who wouldn't think this guy's here to cause trouble?

Zhao Ya became increasingly angry as she thought about it.

She began pacing back and forth in the room, her steps hurried and heavy, making a "thump-thump-thump" sound on the wooden floor, like the beating of a drum.

After walking back and forth seven or eight times, she suddenly stopped and scanned the room with her eyes, as if looking for something.

"Where's the whip?"

Zhao Ya muttered something, her voice not loud, but her tone carried a murderous intent that sent chills down one's spine.

"Where's my whip?"

She has a habit of whipping herself for an hour every morning to exercise her body and loosen her muscles.

Therefore, each residence was equipped with a whip so that she could practice her skills anytime.

Zhao Ya started rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the room.

Pull out the drawer and close it; open the cabinet door and close it; lift the box and close it.

The noise was deafening, like someone was ransacking a house.

Wang Gang was sitting on the sofa pretending to read the newspaper, trying to minimize his presence.

In the past two days, he has come to understand that his wife is like a live volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

His best strategy was to stay in a corner and not make a sound, so as not to attract her attention.

But when he heard Zhao Ya looking for a whip, he couldn't sit still.

"Oh my, honey!"

Wang Gang quickly put down his newspaper, rushed forward, and blocked Zhao Ya's way, his face full of ingratiating smiles.

"Honey, calm down, calm down. Bing'er is still injured. You can wait until he's healed before hitting him. Besides, don't blame him. He just acted impulsively. Young people, who hasn't been impulsive?"

As Wang Gang spoke, he carefully observed Zhao Ya's expression, afraid that he might say something wrong and cause trouble.

Before Wang Gang could finish speaking, Zhao Ya had already found the whip.

It was a jet-black whip, about three feet long, made from the sinew of some kind of demonic beast, with a glossy sheen.

A red tassel was tied to the tip of the whip, which looked quite nice.

But it wouldn't look good if you got whipped by this whip.

Zhao Ya gripped the whip handle, weighed it a couple of times, and tested its feel.

Then she started slapping Wang Gang across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed through the living room.

The whip struck Wang Gang's shoulder, leaving a red mark even through his clothes.

"It's all your fault!"

Zhao Ya cursed as she smoked, her voice sharp, piercing, and filled with hysterical anger.

"It's all your fault, you fucking responsible! If you hadn't abandoned my son back then, would this have happened?"

"Snapped!"

Another lash.

"If you hadn't thrown him away, he would be growing up by my side now! He wouldn't have suffered so much! He wouldn't have turned out like this!"

"Snapped!"

"If you hadn't thrown him away, Bing'er wouldn't have done such a stupid thing! Those two brothers might still be getting along well!"

"Snapped!"

"It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Zhao Ya became more and more excited as she spoke, and she whipped the whip harder and harder. The whip flew through the air, making a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound that made one's scalp tingle.

Wang Gang screamed and ran around the room as he was whipped.

He ran while shouting, "Wife! Calm down! Calm down! What does this have to do with me? Back then, it wasn't just my decision! It was Grandpa who made the decision!"

"You dare talk back?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ya became even angrier and pursued him even more relentlessly.

"If you hadn't been so useless and unable to protect my son, would he have been abandoned?"

"Snapped!"

"If you had stood your ground back then and stood up to the old man, would my son have been lost?"

"Snapped!"

"What good are you, a grown man who can't even protect your own son?"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"