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

After delivering the "tea," Wang Zhenshan finally felt relieved.

Everyone in the industry knows this guy surnamed Wu.

Although he was a bit greedy, he still had a good reputation in the industry; he was honest and trustworthy, treating everyone fairly, young and old.

As long as you deliver the gift properly, he will take care of every task that is due to you.

Although he occasionally makes minor mistakes, such as sometimes being unable to solve a problem, he will instead solve the problem for the person who raised it.

But those are extremely rare cases, and they generally won't happen to you.

My own situation isn't complicated; it's just about suppressing a junior investigator from out of town.

A mere nineteen-year-old brat comes to Shanghai to cause trouble. Wu Di, a bureau chief of the Divine Realm, can easily crush him.

The Wang family thought the same way.

The atmosphere in the council chamber was incredibly relaxed and pleasant, like celebrating the New Year.

Wang Zhenshan sat in a grand chair, holding a freshly brewed cup of tea, slowly sipping it, a rare smile appearing on his face.

The younger generation below also started discussing it amongst themselves, getting more and more excited and saying increasingly outrageous things.

"If you ask me, that bastard is only good at making a scene online. Once he's actually in Shanghai, with Director Wu keeping him in check, what kind of trouble can he possibly cause?"

"Exactly! Coming from a small place like Jinghai, they've never seen the world. Do they really think they can do whatever they want in Jinghai, and then they can do the same in Shanghai? Dream on!"

"I heard that Director Wu's enforcement team is full of experts; dealing with his bunch of scoundrels will be a piece of cake for them."

"Hehe, I've already made up my mind. Once that kid's been detained by the Shanghai 749 police, I'll go visit him and bring him a meal. After all, he's a member of the Wang family, we can't let him starve to death in jail, can we?"

"Third brother, you're fucking mean, but I like it!"

A group of people burst into laughter, thoroughly enjoying themselves, as if they could already see the miserable scene of Ji Zuodao being thoroughly humiliated by the Shanghai 749 Bureau.

Hearing the discussion among his subordinates, Wang Zhenshan stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly.

Although he didn't say anything, that's what he was thinking too.

Even if a junior section chief from out of town has the backing of the Jinghai 749, once he arrives in Shanghai, he has to be subservient, whether he's a dragon or a tiger.

Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, let alone Ji Zuodao, who is a powerful dragon?

It would be more appropriate to replace him with Zhang Yucheng.

However, their smiles soon faded.

Because Ji Zuodao posted again.

In the photo, Ji Zuodao stands on a street in Shanghai, wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses, with his signature roguish smile on his lips.

The caption was just one sentence: "About 20 kilometers from the turtle's lair. I'm going to take a leak and rest for a bit before I go smash the door."

At first, the Wang family didn't take the post too seriously.

I think this kid will be subdued by the 749 Bureau in Shanghai soon.

After all, Wu Di received such a generous gift; he couldn't just accept it for nothing, could he?

Ten minutes later, Ji Zuodao posted again.

Another selfie, captioned:

"Rest well, let's continue. Eighteen kilometers to the turtle's lair. I'm in a good mood, let me sing you a song—'The sun shines brightly, the flowers smile at me, the little birds say good morning, why are you carrying a bomb?'"

When the Wang family saw this post, they started to have some doubts.

No, why are we getting closer again? Where are the 749s in Shanghai? Why haven't they made a move yet?

Another ten minutes later, the third post appeared.

The background this time is a gas station, and Ji Zuodao is leaning against the car door, holding a cup of coffee, looking incredibly relaxed. Caption:

"I filled up with gas and bought a cup of 'Shanghai Housewife' milk tea. Sixteen kilometers to Wangbachao. This milk tea is good. Shanghai people are very friendly; the girl at the gas station even smiled at me and asked if I was a celebrity. I said I wasn't a celebrity, I was here to collect a debt. The girl smiled even more and said, 'Then I wish you good luck collecting your debt.' Tsk tsk, Shanghai people are so well-mannered."

The Wang family members looked at the post and their faces began to turn green. Wait, why is it getting closer and closer?

Where is the promised "reception"? Where is the promised "control"? Where are all the people from Shanghai's 749 Incident?

Another ten minutes later—we were still fourteen kilometers away from the turtle's nest.

Another ten minutes later—twelve kilometers.

Ten kilometers.

Eight kilometers.

Six kilometers.

Ji Zuodao updates a post every ten minutes precisely, like clockwork, without fail, even more punctual than an alarm clock.

In every photo, he's all smiles, looking so relaxed and carefree. You'd think he was on vacation in Shanghai.

The atmosphere in the Wang family council hall had shifted from initial relaxation and joy to solemnity, and then from solemnity to anxiety.

"What's going on? Why hasn't there been any word from Director Wu yet?"

"I called and asked, and Director Wu's secretary said that Director Wu was in a meeting and it was inconvenient for him to answer the phone."

"A meeting? What kind of meeting? What time is it? Why are we having a meeting?"

"I don't know. The secretary just told us to wait and that Director Wu has his own arrangements."

"Wait? Wait until what? Until that bastard comes knocking on our door?"

Wang Zhenshan sat in the armchair, his face ashen. He had already changed the teacup three times, each time taking a sip and putting it down, then picking it up again and putting it down again. Clearly, his inner state was not as calm as it appeared.

He vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Although Wu Di was greedy, he was always efficient and never dragged his feet once he had received money.

Why has there been no news for so long this time? Could something have happened?

Just then, a young member of the Wang family, staring at his phone screen, suddenly exclaimed, "Holy crap! Look at this! This... isn't this something from our Wang family?"

Everyone was taken aback and crowded around to take a look.

It was a selfie of Ji Zuodao. He was standing under a big tree, tilting his head and making a peace sign.

Around her neck hung a jade pendant, its entire surface a vibrant green, carved into the shape of a coiled dragon, its craftsmanship exquisite and lifelike.

The young man pointed at the pendant, his voice trembling:

"This...this is our Wang family's Azure Dragon Jade Pendant! I've seen it in the family treasury before! It's something passed down from our ancestors, I remember it clearly!"

These words shocked everyone present.

"What? You're not seeing things? It really is the Azure Dragon Jade Pendant?"

"Absolutely right! I saw it once when I was a child."

A group of people turned their heads in unison to look at Wang Zhenshan.

Wang Zhenshan's face turned deathly pale instantly. He stood up abruptly, snatched the young man's phone, brought it close to his eyes, and stared intently at the photo.

His eyes widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and his lips began to tremble uncontrollably.

That's right, it's the Azure Dragon Jade Pendant.

He personally packed it into a box and gave it to Wu Di; how could Wu Di not recognize it?

But... but how did this thing end up on Ji Zuodao?

Wang Zhenshan felt as if his brain had been hit hard with a hammer, and it was buzzing.

He forced himself to calm down and looked through the photos that Ji Zuodao had posted before.

This one look was all it took; the more I looked, the colder my heart became.

In the first photo, the bracelet on Ji Zuodao's wrist is a gilded jade bracelet from the Wang family.

The second photo shows the small seal hanging on Ji Zuodao's waist. It is the Wang family's seal for protecting the mountain, which he bought back from an auction after much effort.

In the third photo, the umbrella Ji Zuodao is holding is the Wang family's Purple Bamboo Umbrella, a defensive magic artifact that he acquired for tens of thousands of spirit stones.

In the fourth photo, Ji Zuodao is gnawing on a ginseng root, a thousand-year-old herb he acquired at a high price. He originally intended to keep it to prolong his life, but now he's eating it like a carrot, crunching it down.

The council chamber was deathly silent.

All eyes were on Wang Zhenshan.

In that gaze, there was confusion, shock, doubt, and something else that was hard to describe.

It's as if it's saying, "We are about to fight to the death, why did the patriarch surrender first?"