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

A large round table was laden with various dishes, including steamed grouper, braised abalone, and braised sea cucumber with scallions...

A whole table full of food, with perfect color, aroma and taste, making it look incredibly appetizing.

Ji Zuodao was sitting in the main seat, with a crab in his left hand and a spare rib in his right, gnawing on it with his mouth full of oil.

A group of monsters sat nearby, all of them eating with beaming smiles, their mouths greasy, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Especially those vixens, who usually look quite refined, didn't care about their image at all. They were wielding their chopsticks like they were fighting, grabbing a piece of meat and a shrimp, making quite a scene.

Dog was squatting at Ji Zuodao's feet, with a large plate in front of him piled high with all kinds of meat. He was busy eating, his tail wagging high.

Ji Zhengdao also went all out and started attacking.

When Wu Di pushed open the door, he saw this lively scene of demons having a feast.

He wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he smiled and laughed, as if he was already used to this kind of scene.

"Come, come, Section Chief Ji, I have some local specialties here. Let's take them back together after we've finished dealing with this."

As Wu Di spoke, he used his spiritual power to lift the three large boxes, which landed steadily in the corner of the wall.

Ji Zuodao was gnawing on a crab leg when he heard this. He quickly put down what he was holding, wiped his hands haphazardly on his clothes, and stood up.

Although he usually acts carefree and irresponsible, he is quite clear-headed when it comes to serious matters.

Who is this person in front of me?

The director of the 749 Bureau in Shanghai, a big shot in Shenzangjing, and Zhang Yucheng's old subordinate, is respected by others, so he can't take advantage of their kindness.

"Director Wu, you're too kind. I can't accept this..."

Ji Zuodao said he was sorry, but his eyes were already glancing at the three boxes. He was very curious, like a cat scratching at his heart.

Wu Di waved his hand and said with a smile, "Sit down, sit down. Coming here is just like being in Jinghai. No need for all that formalities. Come, come, have a taste of the 'tea' sent by the Wang family."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the lids of the three boxes opened simultaneously.

"Slap—slap—slap—"

After three crisp clicks, the contents of the box were exposed to the light.

Ji Zuodao's eyes widened instantly.

The group of monsters behind him also stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if they had all been frozen in place, staring motionlessly at the contents of the three boxes.

The room was silent for about three seconds.

Then, someone exclaimed in surprise, "Holy crap! This 'tea leaf' from the Wang family really doesn't look like tea leaves!"

As Ji Zuodao looked at these things, only one thought occupied his mind—

He previously ransacked Jinshan Temple, a thousand-year-old temple with a profound history. The monks there were all incredibly wealthy, and it took him a great deal of effort to completely destroy it.

The items that could be confiscated could barely be exchanged for this box of "tea" from the Wang family.

Just one box.

It's not even three boxes yet.

In other words, the three boxes of "tea" that the Wang family gave to Wu Di were equivalent to all the income he received from confiscating three ancient temples with a history of thousands of years.

What the hell does that even mean?

Ji Zuodao felt that his understanding of the word "rich" had been refreshed once again.

Wu Di said with a smile:

"Don't refuse. In order to gain a foothold here, Master Zhang has been subsidizing me with a lot of good stuff every year. Your Jinghai aristocratic families are almost squeezed dry."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zuodao felt an immediate and clear understanding.

Well, no wonder Uncle Zhang was able to raise so many old subordinates who "made a name for themselves"—they were all raised on the blood of powerful families.

The more Ji Zuodao thought about it, the more awesome Zhang Yucheng seemed, and the more he felt he had made the right choice in aligning himself with such a powerful figure.

He chuckled and, without any ceremony with Wu Di, simply pulled the three boxes close to his side.

"Hehe, thank you, Uncle Wu. Since we're all family, I won't stand on ceremony."

His use of the term "family" was very affectionate.

Upon hearing this, Wu Di's face remained expressionless, but the sense of relief in his eyes and brows was impossible to hide.

He found Ji Zuodao more and more pleasing to the eye.

Wu Di sighed inwardly and couldn't help but feel sentimental:

Damn it, why doesn't their Shanghai branch have an investigator who is eloquent, resourceful, and exceptionally capable?

Look at him, so young, he's already at the Divine Power Realm at nineteen, a section-level cadre, managing a group of powerful demons at the Dharma Aspect Realm, and he's so close to Master Zhang.

Most importantly, they know how to handle things! They're polite when they need to be, and friendly when they need to be, striking the perfect balance—too much is excessive, and too little is insufficient.

The phrase "one of our own" made him feel incredibly comfortable, even more so than drinking three ounces of Moutai.

Then look at those bastards under him, they're all like wooden stakes. When they see him, all they know is to bow their heads and say "Good morning, Director," and that's it. They don't say a single extra word.

If I ask him to do something, I have to explain it three times before he remembers it, and he doesn't report back after he's done it; I have to ask him myself.

It's true what they say: comparisons are odious.

Third Master has a good eye.

Or, how about we try to poach this kid?

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Forget it, I'm the bureau chief now, I don't want to get hung up and whipped by Third Master.

Anyway, there will be plenty of opportunities to get to know each other in the future, so just maintain a good relationship.

As Wu Di thought this, the smile on his face became even brighter.

He patted Ji Zuodao on the shoulder and said in a tone of an elder caring for a younger person:

"Alright, take your time eating. Order more if you're still hungry, just put it on my tab. If you need anything, just let me know, don't hesitate to ask."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The room fell silent again.

Ji Zuodao looked at the three open boxes on the table, then at the green-eyed monsters around him, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He picked up his glass, stood up, and cleared his throat:

"My brothers and sisters—"

"We'll accept the 'tea' the Wang family sent. You can choose whatever you want later."

"However, we want more than just this little bit of 'tea'."

"What we want is the entire tea plantation."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The surrounding monsters also roared and howled, each one as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

Dog lay on the sofa next to him, squinting as he watched the scene, a human-like smile playing on his lips.

It shook its head and silently sighed in its heart:

Those idiots in the Wang family thought Wu Di would help them after accepting the gift.

Little did they know that the "tea" they sent out would soon become Ji Zuodao's spoils of war.

Before the battle even started, they'd already given the enemy a huge amount of equipment.

This is even worse than having a terrible teammate.