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

At that moment, the culprit was sitting with his legs crossed in front of the window of a private jet, holding a glass of juice in his hand, watching the sky outside gradually darken, with an expression of great contentment on his face.

The plane was arranged by Wu Di, who said it was "a small token of appreciation from the 749 Bureau of Shanghai to its colleagues in other units."

"Brother, do you think Mom might have already prepared dinner and is waiting for us?"

"Of course. You know Mom, she's currently in a phase where she feels 'overwhelmed with maternal love,' and she wants to cook eight meals a day for us. When we go back today, she'll definitely prepare a feast."

As the plane pierced through the clouds, the afterglow of the setting sun streamed through the portholes, bathing the entire cabin in a warm, golden light.

Ji Zuodao leaned back in his seat, enjoying the rare tranquility and peace, feeling incredibly comfortable.

What a fulfilling day!

They were still in Jinghai in the morning, and by noon they were in Shanghai. In the afternoon, they wiped out the Wang family, and in the evening they were able to go home for dinner.

This efficiency, this speed, it's practically special forces-style revenge.

Of course, the fact that this matter was handled so smoothly was mainly due to Uncle Zhang's network of connections.

Thinking of this, Ji Zuodao couldn't help but give Zhang Yucheng a thumbs up in his heart again.

Uncle Zhang is awesome!

Uncle Zhang is awesome!

Uncle Zhang is my own uncle!

As he was thinking, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and saw that it was a message from Zhao Ya:

"Sons, where are you? Mom has already prepared dinner and is just waiting for you to come back and eat. Qiqi keeps asking when her brother will be back, and I said soon, but she said she wants to wait for her brother to come back so they can eat together. Hurry up, don't keep Qiqi waiting."

A photo was also attached below.

In the photo, Qiqi is sitting at the dining table, her two little hands cupping her face as she looks at the camera with a pitiful expression that is incredibly cute.

Ji Zuodao looked at the photo, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

He typed back: "Almost there, almost there, it's already landing. Mom, don't worry, we'll be home soon."

After sending the message, he put his phone back in his pocket, leaned back in his seat, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Brother, look! We're almost there!"

Ji Zhengdao leaned against the porthole and shouted excitedly, like a child taking his first airplane ride.

Ji Zuodao smiled and leaned over, looking at the familiar city outline outside the window.

Jinghai.

He didn't think much of it before, but now he feels that this city is his second home.

Because Zhao Ya was there, Qi Qi was there, Ji Zhengdao was there, those fox spirits were there, and the demons from the Demon Management Department were there.

There are people he cares about and people who care about him.

The plane landed smoothly at Jinghai Airport.

The hatch opened, and a familiar, slightly damp air rushed out.

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath, stretched, and walked down the gangway.

"Let's go home and have dinner."

As he spoke, he strode toward the exit.

Ji Zhengdao and Su Xiaoxiao followed behind.

Behind them were the great demons, each one transformed into human form, dressed in suits and ties, looking just like a business team from some company.

You'd never guess they were wreaking havoc in Shanghai just hours before.

The group walked out of the airport and got into the car that had come to pick them up.

Then everyone went back to their own homes and to their own mothers.

"Mom! We're back!"

Zhao Ya's voice came from inside the house: "Oh! He's back! He's back! Quick, quick, wash your hands and eat! Qiqi, look, your brother's back!"

Then came a series of hurried footsteps, and a small figure rushed out of the house and plunged into Ji Zuodao's arms.

"Brother! You're finally back! Qiqi missed you so much!"

Qiqi tilted her head back, her big eyes blinking, and a bright smile on her face.

Ji Zuodao squatted down, pinched her little cheek, and said with a smile, "Brother missed Qiqi too. Come, let brother see if Qiqi was good at home today?"

"Good girl! Qiqi is such a good girl! Today, Qiqi helped Auntie pick vegetables! She even helped Auntie set the table!"

"Wow, that's amazing! Well then, I'll have to reward you."

As Ji Zuodao spoke, he took out a string of candied hawthorns and handed them to Qiqi.

Qiqi took the candied hawthorn and smiled so much that her eyes narrowed into slits, she was incredibly cute.

Zhao Ya stood at the kitchen doorway, wearing an apron and holding a spatula. Looking at this heartwarming scene, a gratified smile appeared on her face.

"Alright, alright, stop standing at the door and come in to eat. The food's getting cold."

"Okay, Mom!"

Ji Zuodao responded and picked up Qiqi, walking into the house.

The dining table was laden with a variety of dishes.

There was braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed sea bass, garlic broccoli, and a big bowl of steaming chicken soup.

Simple home-style dishes, nothing fancy or rare.

But looking at this table of dishes, Ji Zuodao felt even more satisfied than when he had obtained the three boxes of "tea" from the Wang family.

He sat down, picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

Mmm, delicious.

"Mom, your braised pork is getting better and better."

"Really? Then eat more. You're so skinny, you look like a monkey. You need to eat more meat to nourish yourself."

"Okay, Mom, don't worry, I'll definitely finish all the food on this table today."

Ji Zhengdao also sat down, picked up a piece of spare rib, and gnawed on it with grease dripping from his mouth, saying indistinctly:

"Mom, your cooking is so delicious! It's much better than those Michelin three-star restaurants I've had!"

Zhao Ya was amused by his words and couldn't stop smiling. While putting food on his plate, she said, "Eat more if you like it! If you want it again, just tell Mom, and Mom will make it for you!"

Qiqi sat next to Ji Zuodao, scooped up a spoonful of steamed egg custard with a small spoon, carefully blew on it, and then brought it to Ji Zuodao's lips: "Brother, you eat!"

Ji Zuodao paused for a moment, then opened his mouth and ate the spoonful of steamed egg custard.

"Mmm, delicious. Qiqi is great."

Hearing the praise, Qiqi's face flushed, and she scooped up another spoonful and brought it to Ji Zhengdao's lips: "Brother, you eat too!"

Ji Zhengdao also opened his mouth and ate it, then gave a thumbs up: "Qiqi is so thoughtful."

Qiqi smiled even more brightly, then scooped up another spoonful and brought it to Zhao Ya's lips: "Auntie, you eat too!"

Zhao Ya's eyes were a little red, but she still smiled and opened her mouth to eat the spoonful of steamed egg custard.

"Okay, okay, everyone eat, everyone eat."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, pretending to pick up some food, and secretly wiped the corner of her eye with her sleeve.

Ji Zuodao saw it but said nothing.

He just smiled, then picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into Zhao Ya's bowl.

"Mom, you should eat too. Don't just keep putting food on our plates, eat more yourself too."

Zhao Ya looked up at Ji Zuodao, her eyes reddening again, but a happy smile on her face.

"Okay, okay, Mom will eat too, Mom will eat too."

The family sat around the dining table, eating, chatting, laughing, and joking.

Outside the window, night deepens, and countless lights illuminate the night.

Inside, the room was warm and cozy, a picture of tranquility.

Ji Zuodao leaned back in his chair, watching the scene before him, feeling utterly satisfied.

Today he wiped out a powerful family, dug up their ancestral graves, and took away their entire house.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is that he is now sitting at home with his mother, his sister, his brother, and his dog, enjoying a hot dinner.

This is enough.

He picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and looked at the dazzling night sky outside the window, a smile playing on his lips.

Yes, the weather is nice today.