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

Wang Zhenshan, the patriarch of the Wang family, sat in his armchair, staring at the post on his phone screen. His face was ashen, his lips were purple, and his hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.

She had just been scolded by that brainless brute from the Zhao family, and now she was being scolded by her own grandson.

The feeling, how should I put it, is like swallowing a fly, it's disgusting, but you can't spit it out.

He slammed his phone on the table with a dull thud, then glanced at the core members of the Wang family sitting in the council chamber. His voice was low and filled with barely suppressed anger:

"You all saw it, didn't you? That bastard is coming to Shanghai to settle accounts with us."

Silence fell over the council chamber.

The core members of the Wang family looked at each other, none of them daring to speak first.

Everyone knows this is a troublesome matter.

A Qi cultivator at the Divine Power Realm, backed by the 749th Bureau of Jinghai, and with a group of powerful demons suspected to be at the Dharma Aspect Realm under his command—this lineup would make even the top families in Shanghai think twice, let alone the Wang family.

And most importantly, they are not in the right.

They were the ones who abandoned the child, they were the ones who stole her essence, and they were the ones who altered Zhao Ya's memories.

If we really investigate, none of them will escape.

Seeing that no one spoke, Wang Zhenshan's expression darkened even further.

He snorted coldly, glanced at everyone, and finally fixed his gaze on his second son, Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang is the strategist of the Wang family, usually the one with the most ideas. He was also the one who proposed extracting the essence of Ji Zuo Dao back then. In times like these, Wang Zhenshan would think of him first.

"Second brother, tell me, what do we do now?"

Wang Qiang hesitated for a moment, then spoke, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity:

"Dad, this is not a good situation. That bastard is now a member of Bureau 749, and he has Bureau 749 of Beijing backing him up. If we go head-to-head with him, we will definitely be the ones who suffer."

"but……"

He paused, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes:

"We can ask the 749 Bureau in Shanghai for help."

Wang Zhenshan frowned: "Ask for help? Will they help us?"

Wang Qiang nodded and explained:

"Although there are rules in the industry, and matters within the industry should be handled within the industry, the 749 Bureau usually doesn't interfere. But the current situation is that that bastard is from the Beijing 749 Bureau. If he comes to Shanghai to wipe out our Wang family, it would be like the Beijing 749 Bureau defecating on the face of the Shanghai 749 Bureau."

"No matter what, the Shanghai 749 Bureau can't just stand by and watch an investigator from out of town run rampant on their turf, can they? Where would that leave their reputation?"

After listening, Wang Zhenshan remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded:

That makes sense.

He picked up his phone, found a number, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the dial button.

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

A lazy voice came from the other end, sounding like someone who had just woken up:

"Hey? Grandpa Wang? What brings you here?"

Wang Zhenshan took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound as steady as possible:

"Director Wu, I've acquired some fine tea leaves and would like to have them tasted. Would you do me the honor of doing me the honor?"

……

When Wang Zhenshan went to see Director Wu for tea, could the "tea" he brought be ordinary?

That's absolutely impossible.

The "tea" that Wang Zhenshan brought was quite special.

First of all, the quantity is generous; it's not just a pound or two, but three whole large boxes.

That box wasn't an ordinary box either; it was a custom-made mahogany box, carved with flowers and inlaid with gold trim. It looked just like the boxes used to hold betrothal gifts in TV dramas—very impressive.

Secondly, their appearances are different.

What does ordinary tea look like?

Green, flat, and curled; crushed and soaked in water to make a drink.

What about the "tea" that Wang Zhenshan brought?

Their appearances were incredibly diverse—

It looks like a thousand-year-old medicinal herb, with complete roots and a fragrant aroma.

Some resemble top-grade spirit stones, crystal clear and radiant with light;

It resembles a Buddhist ritual implement, small and exquisite, with fine workmanship.

In short, it resembles anything valuable, but it doesn't resemble tea.

When Wang Zhenshan saw the three boxes being moved into Wu Di's office, a pang of heartache flashed in his eyes.

That wasn't just ordinary heartache; it was a heart-wrenching pain that felt like it was being ripped out of one's very soul.

Even though the Wang family has been developing rapidly in recent years thanks to Wang Bing's destiny as a celestial child, and money has been coming in like a whirlwind, these three boxes of things still represent a real financial drain.

Especially that box of thousand-year-old medicinal herbs, which are now extremely rare, the kind that money can't necessarily buy.

When it comes to miraculous medicines that have been around for thousands of years, there's a story behind it.

In the past, although thousand-year-old medicinal herbs were precious, you could always hear every now and then that a new one had been unearthed somewhere, or that one had been sold at an auction. Although the price was outrageously high, at least you could still find them on the market.

But starting about ten years ago, this thing seems to have disappeared; it's rare to hear of any new thousand-year-old elixir being produced.

Occasionally a plant would sprout up, but before it could even be properly cared for, most of them would be confiscated by Bureau 749, which euphemistically called "national strategic material reserves."

A small portion was divided up by the top aristocratic families and sects, and almost none reached the market.

Those rogue cultivators probably never know what a thousand-year-old spiritual herb looks like in their entire lives. They can only imagine what it looks like when they hear storytellers in teahouses talking about how "thousand-year-old lingzhi can bring the dead back to life."

Even more bizarrely, news frequently came from those sects and aristocratic families that their thousand-year-old spiritual herbs had been stolen, robbed, or extorted.

The methods were varied. Some people sneaked in at night and ransacked the herb garden, leaving not a single hair behind.

Some were intercepted on the way, and the disciples escorting them were beaten black and blue, and the whereabouts of the elixir were unknown.

Even more outrageous cases have occurred, with some elders and family heads being blackmailed after being photographed in compromising situations. They were truly innocent, having done nothing wrong, yet inexplicably appearing in the photos.

The Wang family has also been visited.

It was truly a tragic scene. The entire herb garden was raided, and the family members guarding it were knocked unconscious and left in a corner. When they woke up, they found that even their belts had been taken away, and no one knew what they were after.

If it weren't for the good fortune brought by Wang Bing's destiny as a celestial child, the Wang family probably wouldn't have recovered by then.

So when Wang Zhenshan saw that box of thousand-year-old medicinal herbs being moved into Wu Di's office, his heart was bleeding.

But he had no choice.

You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub; you can't save your family without risking your elixir. To deal with that bastard, he had to pay this price.

Shanghai 749 Bureau, Director's Office.

Wu Di sat behind his desk, watching Wang Zhenshan have three large boxes brought in. His face was expressionless, except for a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

He seemed quite amiable, but the shrewd glint in his eyes made Wang Zhenshan feel a little uneasy.

"Director Wu, this is just a little tea, please accept it as a token of my appreciation."

Wang Zhenshan cupped his hands in greeting, a smile plastered on his face, adopting a very humble posture.

Although he was also the head of a powerful family, he was no match for the director of Bureau 749, who was at the Divine Realm level.

In the Qi cultivation circle, if you are inferior in status or cultivation level, you have to keep a low profile; that's the rule.

Wu Di didn't stand on ceremony. He waved his hand, and a box floated automatically to his front.

He reached out, opened the lid of the box a crack, peeked inside, then closed it again, a rather pleased expression on his face, as if he had just watched a good show.

"Hmm, not bad." He nodded, a hint of teasing in his voice. "I've never tasted tea with spirit stone flavor before. Old Wang, you're testing your cadres with this? Which cadre couldn't withstand such a test?"

Wang Zhenshan's smile widened even further:

"Director Wu is joking. It's just a little tea. How can you call it a test? It's just a small token of my appreciation."

Wu Di waved his hand, no longer beating around the bush: "Alright, I roughly know what you're up to. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenshan finally felt relieved.

He quickly clasped his hands in thanks, saying, "Thank you, Director Wu! Well... I won't disturb your work any longer, I'll take my leave now."

"Alright, it's getting late, so I won't keep you for tea."

Wu Di nodded, but didn't get up to see the guest off. He just sat in his chair and watched Wang Zhenshan walk out of the office.

After Wang Zhenshan's figure disappeared through the doorway, Wu Di's smile slowly faded, replaced by a playful expression.

Then he stood up, used his spiritual power to lift the three boxes, and floated lightly behind them. He went out, turned a corner, and entered another room at the end of the corridor.

There was no sign on the door of that room; it looked just like an ordinary storage room, very inconspicuous.

But once you push the door open, you'll find a completely different world inside.

This is a reception room specially used for entertaining guests. It is decorated in a very luxurious way. The floor is covered with handmade carpets, the walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, the sofas are made of genuine leather, the coffee table is made of solid wood, and there is a wine cabinet in the corner, which is filled with a wide variety of fine wines. Just looking at it makes you feel that it is expensive.

Meanwhile, the room was bustling with activity.