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

As Zhao Ya drank the glass of water that Ji Zuodao had poured for her, she felt increasingly uneasy.

She sat on Ji Zuodao's hard bed, clutching an empty cup in her hand, her eyes gradually becoming sharp.

"No way, no way! Let Wang Gang leave with nothing? That's too easy on that bastard."

Ji Zuodao was squatting in the corner rummaging through the cabinets, looking for some snacks to treat his newly-born mother. Upon hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but he quickly suppressed it.

He turned his head, his face displaying an innocent expression that seemed to say, "Mom, what are you talking about?" "Mom, what's wrong?"

Zhao Ya slammed the cup down on the table with such force that the bottom of the cup made a crisp sound as it hit the table.

She stood up abruptly and paced back and forth in the cramped dormitory room like a lioness trapped in a cage.

"I was just thinking about it. Make Wang Gang leave with nothing? That's barely any money! That bastard's personal assets are maybe a couple of billionaires at most, and after paying the fine recently, he doesn't have much left. That little bit of money isn't even enough to pay a single hair on my son's head!"

"No, absolutely not. My son has suffered for nineteen years. This matter won't end until the Wang family has paid off their entire fortune!"

Ji Zuodao squatted in the corner, holding a bag of potato chips that he didn't know if it was expired or not. Looking at Zhao Ya's indignant expression, his mouth stretched to the back of his ears.

Hehe, the Taoist priest is done.

He used a slightly enchanting voice when he spoke to Zhao Ya, which had a seductive and hypnotic effect.

Those words had already begun to take root in Zhao Ya's heart.

Zhao Ya believes that these ideas were all her own.

Zhao Ya suddenly stopped, hands on her hips, eyes blazing with anger:

"Especially that old geezer from the Wang family!"

"You dare throw away my child? You dare tamper with my memories? Damn it, just you wait! I'm going home to tell everyone!"

As she spoke, she pulled her phone out of her pocket, quickly swiped her fingers across the screen, found a contact named "Dad," and pressed the video call button.

Ji Zuodao squatted in the corner, watching Zhao Ya's decisive demeanor, silently tore open the bag of potato chips, and stuffed a chip into his mouth.

Hmm, the original flavor is alright.

The video call connected.

An old man appeared on the other side of the screen.

The old man looked to be in his sixties, with a full head of white hair, but he was in good spirits, with bright and piercing eyes that exuded the unique fierceness of people from Sichuan.

He was wearing a white training uniform and holding a covered teacup in his hand, seemingly sunbathing in the courtyard.

"Hey? Little sister, what's wrong? Missing your old man?"

The old man's voice was thick with Sichuan accent, which sounded very friendly.

But Zhao Ya wasn't in the mood to reminisce with him right now.

She took a deep breath, and then—

"Dad! Your daughter has been bullied terribly!"

That voice, that tone, that pitiful tone—it was completely different from the way he had acted like he was about to fight someone in the dorm just now.

Ji Zuodao squatted in the corner, a potato chip in his mouth, watching Zhao Ya switch modes instantly, and silently gave her a thumbs up in his heart.

Master.

Her ability to change her expression is just as fast as his; he even needs wasabi to help him.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Zhao's expression changed instantly.

He placed the teacup on the table, leaned forward, and a cold glint flashed in his cloudy yet sharp eyes:

"Which bastard dares to bully my daughter, Zhao Xingguo's daughter? Don't be afraid, little sister, this old man will back you up!"

Zhao Ya took a deep breath and began to lodge a tearful accusation.

She poured out everything that had kept her in the dark for the past nineteen years: how Wang Gang had kept it from her, how the old man of the Wang family had decided to abandon the child, how he had altered her memories, and how he had made her believe that she had only given birth to a son.

By the end, her voice had choked with emotion:

"Dad... your grandson... your grandson was thrown away... thrown into the trash can... I searched for nineteen years... and only now do I know he exists..."

After listening, Zhao Xingguo remained silent for three seconds.

Then--

"Fuck your mother, that Wang family who sells smuggled sesame seeds!"

A roar came from the other end of the phone. The sound was so loud that even Ji Zuodao, who was squatting in the corner, felt his eardrums vibrate.

Zhao Xingguo suddenly stood up, veins bulging on his old face, his eyes wide like copper bells, and he exuded a murderous aura.

"Dare to touch my grandson, Zhao Xingguo? Dare to tamper with my youngest sister's memories? I'll fucking bastard him! I'll gather my men right now, fly to Shanghai, and twist that old bastard Wang's head off to use as a chamber pot!"

As he spoke, he turned and shouted into the house:

"Second brother! Third brother! Get together! Grab your weapons! We're going to the airport!"

"Big brother! What's wrong?"

"Attack the Wang family! Get justice for my grandson!"

"Okay!"

A series of ping-pong sounds came from the other end of the phone, sounding like a house being ransacked, mixed with various shouts and footsteps, all very chaotic.

Ji Zuodao squatted in the corner, forgetting to chew the potato chips in his mouth.

He was completely dumbfounded when he saw the old man in the video who had already brought people and religious artifacts and was about to rush to the airport.

No.

Is this old man really that strong?

Without saying a word, just do it?

Are they just mobilizing troops and heading straight to the airport?

That's even faster than him raiding the house!

That won't do, this way he won't have anything to do.

Ji Zuodao quickly swallowed the potato chips in his mouth, clapped his hands, stood up from the ground, moved closer to Zhao Ya, and shouted into the phone screen:

"Grandpa! Grandpa, wait a minute!"

Zhao Xingguo was about to hang up the video call when he heard an unfamiliar voice and paused for a moment.

He glanced down at the screen and noticed an extra face in the video.

A young person's face.

He's quite handsome.

Zhao Xingguo frowned: "Who are you?"

Zhao Ya quickly wiped away her tears, moved the phone closer to Ji Zuodao, and wore a proud smile on her face:

"Father! This is your grandson! Ji Zuodao! My son!"

Zhao Xingguo was stunned.

He stared at the face on the screen for a long time.

"You...you're my grandson?"

Ji Zuodao nodded, a well-behaved smile on his face: "Hello, Grandpa, I am Ji Zuodao."

Zhao Xingguo was silent for a few seconds before speaking, his voice tinged with a hint of probing: "How...how old are you?"

"nineteen."

"What about your cultivation level?"

"Divine Power Realm".

"Where do you work?"

"Head of the Demon Management Section, 749th Bureau of Jinghai."

Zhao Xingguo fell silent again.

This time the silence lasted even longer.

He looked at the young face on the screen, at the faint smile on that face, and his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

A nineteen-year-old at the Divine Power Realm.

A section-level cadre in Bureau 749.

What the hell does that even mean?

That old geezer from the Wang family always brags about how amazing, how talented, and how promising his grandson, the "celestial child," is, as if he wants to exaggerate to the heavens.

But Wang Bing is nineteen years old this year, isn't he?

Dharma doubles.

They haven't even touched the threshold of the Divine Power Realm yet.

And look at his grandson?

Nineteen years old, Divine Power Realm, Section Chief of Bureau 749.

The difference is like night and day!

Zhao Xingguo grew increasingly smug, unable to suppress the smile on his face, which practically blossomed into a chrysanthemum with laughter.

"Excellent! As expected of my grandson, Zhao Xingguo! He's much better than that bastard from the Wang family!"

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and his expression darkened:

"Grandson, don't be afraid! Your grandpa will lead men to the Wang family and get justice for you! I'll make that old bastard of the Wang family kneel before you and kowtow to beg for forgiveness!"

Ji Zuodao quickly waved his hands: "Grandpa! No, no, no! Please don't act rashly! I have a plan!"

"Plan? What plan?"

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath and began to lay out his plan in detail.

He wanted to use the Zhao family's identity to challenge the Wang family as the Zhao family's grandson.

When established families deal with each other, matters within their own circles are resolved within their own circles; Bureau 749 has no say in the matter, and outsiders can't find fault with it either.

He hoped that the Zhao family would stand by him, support him, and endorse him.

As for the specific operations, he will be in charge; the Zhao family only needs to provide identity support and the necessary network of contacts.

After listening, Zhao Xingguo remained silent for a long time.

He sat down again, picked up the covered teacup, took a sip, then put the teacup down and looked at Ji Zuodao on the screen with a look of re-examination in his eyes.

This kid is something else.

At such a young age, he already possesses such shrewdness and calculating nature; he is more composed than he imagined.

He originally thought it was a grandson who needed his protection, but now it seems that this kid can handle things on his own; all he needs is the Zhao family's name.

Zhao Xingguo hesitated for a moment, then spoke, his voice carrying the composure and decisiveness of a family head:

"Alright. I agree to your plan. As for the Zhao family, whatever support you need, I'll provide it."

"but--"

He paused, then held up one finger:

"The Zhao family will receive 30% of the Wang family's assets."

Ji Zuodao blinked: "Grandpa, isn't 30% a bit too much? I contributed the most, so I should at least get the lion's share, right?"

"Twenty-five percent, that's the lowest I can go. This old man has a whole family to support."

"make a deal."

An old man and a young man divided up the Wang family's fortune just by talking through a mobile phone screen.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without a single wasted word.

Zhao Ya stood to the side, watching this scene, completely stunned.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back.

No, you two just recognized each other and you've already started dividing the spoils?

This script is wrong!