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

Wang Gang was whipped so badly that his shoulders, back, and arms were covered in red welts that stung painfully.

As he ran, he inwardly groaned in despair.

What kind of situation is this?

It was clearly Wang Bing who caused the trouble, but he was the one who got beaten up.

Even though it was the old man who made the decision to throw the child away, he was the one who ended up getting beaten.

What did Wang Gang do to deserve this?

Zhao Ya fought her way through, while Wang Gang ran away.

The fighting started in the living room, then moved to the hallway, then to the doorway, and finally to the yard.

The scene was incredibly lively.

Those in the know say it's a fight between a couple, but those who don't might think it's a martial arts movie.

The two chased each other until they ran out of the villa gate.

Then they met someone they hadn't expected.

Someone he never expected to meet here.

They saw Ji Zuodao wearing a black trench coat, his hands in his pockets, standing on the path outside the villa, looking at them curiously.

A large black dog followed him. The dog sat on the ground, its tongue lolling out, its head tilted to the side, watching them with an expression of amusement, as if it were watching a good show.

Ji Zuodao's hair was slightly disheveled by the morning breeze, with a few strands of hair hanging casually down his forehead, giving him a somewhat unrestrained look.

A half-smile played on his face.

He saw Wang Gang and Zhao Ya, raised an eyebrow, and then spoke, his voice carrying a lazy, cynical tone:

"Gentlemen, where's your training?"

Wang Gang was stunned.

Zhao Ya was also stunned.

She still held the whip in her hand, ready to strike someone, and stood motionless as if she had been paralyzed.

Her mind went blank.

She imagined many scenarios of meeting Ji Zuodao.

She imagined herself standing anxiously outside Bureau 749, carrying gifts, waiting for Ji Zuodao to come out, and then she mustered up her courage to approach him and start a conversation.

She imagined herself at a banquet, dressed in her most gorgeous clothes, exuding elegance and nobility, and then "accidentally" meeting Ji Zuodao, conversing with him in a graceful and proper manner.

She imagined that on a certain street, she would "just happen" to pass by, then "just happen" to see him, then "just happen" to say hello, and then slowly, step by step, gradually build a closer relationship.

But she never imagined that they would meet under these circumstances.

Holding a whip, she chased after her husband, from inside the villa to outside, making him run all over the street until his clothes were torn and he looked like a beggar.

Then, her son, whom she had been separated from for nineteen years, stood not far away, watching them with amusement, and asked her if she was exercising.

Zhao Ya felt her face turning red at a visible speed.

The red color started from the base of his neck and spread upwards, past his chin, past his cheeks, and finally even the base of his ears turned completely red, like a boiled shrimp.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't utter a single word.

What could she possibly say?

Saying, "No, I'm not exercising, I'm hitting your dad"?

Or should I say, "Hello, I'm your mother, and the man you just saw being chased and beaten by me is your father"?

Zhao Ya felt like her brain had completely shut down.

She stood there, whip in hand, looking at Ji Zuodao, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, like a stranded fish, unable to utter a single word.

Wang Gang was also stunned.

He looked at Ji Zuodao, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Ji Zuodao maintained that ambiguous smile as he looked at Wang Gang and Zhao Ya, his eyes clear and bright, carrying just the right amount of curiosity.

It was as if he really was just a stranger passing by who happened to see this scene and greeted him out of politeness.

But is this really the case?

of course not.

Ji Zuodao did it on purpose.

He got up very early this morning, washed up, changed into his most stylish black trench coat, and even styled his hair to make himself look incredibly handsome.

Then, he strolled along with Dog Grandpa towards the Emerald Lake villa area.

He had already found out that the Wang family's villa in Jinghai was located in the Emerald Lake Villa District, specifically in Courtyard No. 8.

He also found out that Wang Gang and Zhao Ya would spend some time in the yard every morning, drinking tea, reading newspapers, and chatting.

He came here today hoping to create a "chance encounter".

A seemingly accidental encounter, but in fact, a premeditated one.

He was still thinking about how to appear naturally in front of them, how to naturally attract their attention, and how to naturally start a conversation.

The results of it?

Before he could make up his mind, he saw Wang Gang being chased and beaten by Zhao Ya as he ran out of the villa.

The scene was incredibly lively and spectacular.

Zhao Ya took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

She put down the whip, straightened her clothes, and then looked up at Ji Zuodao with a forced smile.

The smile was somewhat stiff and forced.

"Son... Section Chief Ji, we meet again."

Ji Zuodao raised an eyebrow, a playful smile appearing on his face.

"Oh, it's you, auntie."

"The pills you received last time tasted good. Thank you."

At this moment, Ji Zuodao's face showed a perfect hint of fatigue.

The weariness was perfectly captured; any more would seem contrived, any less would lack authenticity—it was as if it had been rehearsed.

In fact, he did rehearse; he practiced in front of the mirror several times before leaving home in the morning.

Ji Zuodao raised his hand to rub his temples, sighed, and his voice was hoarse and tired:

"Well, you guys carry on. I just finished a mission and was passing by. I haven't slept for two days, so I'm going back to rest first."

After saying that, he took Dog Grandpa's hand and turned to leave.

That figure, stretched long in the morning light, looked rather haggard.

However, the moment he turned around, the black tendon inside Ji Zuodao's body started jumping around in his stomach, making a huge commotion like firecrackers during the New Year.

My stomach was making a loud "gurgling" sound, so loud that it could be heard several steps away, like thunder.

Dog looked up at him, his eyes conveying a sense of "what kind of naughty nonsense are you up to now?"

Upon hearing this commotion, Zhao Ya immediately tensed up.

Why is this child so hungry?

"etc!"

Zhao Ya's voice came from behind him, carrying a sense of urgency, panic, and unease that she was afraid he would leave.

"Section Chief Ji, if you don't mind, would you like to have breakfast before you leave?"

Ji Zuodao had his back to them, the corners of his mouth curving up to behind his ears, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile was like that of a weasel that had stolen a chicken, very smug.