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

After a moment of stunned silence, Ji Zuodao's mind raced as if it were coated in oil, and he immediately understood.

He needs to keep this mess under control.

Not only did it have to be fastened tightly, it also had to be welded to the forehead.

This is a golden brand.

Now that he's got this accusation on his head, who would dare to compete with him for the job of confiscating property?

I've taken the blame for the Han!

This is Ji Zuodao's moat on the track of confiscating property.

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry, leave this to me. Just tell me, which house to raid today? Just say the word, and I'll be your pawn! I'm good at charging into battle, and I'm an expert at raiding and wiping out entire families. I guarantee I'll do it perfectly, leaving you with nothing but the foundation!"

Zhang Yucheng couldn't help but chuckle at Ji Zuodao's eager expression, then shook his head: "Alright, stop thinking about them. Jinghai doesn't have that kind of quota."

"What?!"

Ji Zuodao's smile froze instantly.

Then he exploded.

"Why?! We, Jinghai, were the ones who lifted the lid, so why can't we, Jinghai, touch the food? Isn't this like killing the donkey after it has done its work? No, at least killing the donkey after it has done its work at least lets the donkey eat the grain on the millstone. This is taking the millstone and the donkey away together!"

Ji Zuodao became more and more excited as he spoke, spitting as he spoke, gesturing wildly, like a dog that had its bone stolen and was running around in circles in a panic.

"Do you know what I've been doing these past few days? I've been loitering around the gates of those prestigious families in Jinghai every day, scouting their locations a hundred or two hundred times!"

"I could draw the number of doors, windows, and dog holes in their house with my eyes closed! I know exactly how many dogs they have, their names, and what they like to eat! I know the location of their storeroom, the number of entrances to their basement, and where the secret passages lead—I know more about them than anyone else in the family!"

"Everything was ready except for the east wind, Uncle Zhang! And now you're telling me the wind has changed direction? How am I supposed to accept this limbo?"

Looking at his flustered and pale face, Zhang Yucheng felt both amused and helpless. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and slowly said:

"It's not that I don't want you to move, it's just that the powerful families in Jinghai have been too well-behaved these past few years, and the big man hasn't been able to find any fault with them."

Ji Zuodao remained silent.

Holy crap, it seems that's really the case.

Compared to other prominent families, the families of Jinghai were practically a flock of docile lambs.

Look at what those powerful families in other places are doing.

The powerful families of Caiyun dared to collude with evil cultivators. Several family heads joined forces to coerce the director of Bureau 749. Their audacity was greater than that of a bear or a leopard.

Let's take a look at the group from Jinghai.

Even when Zhang Yucheng was trapped and the group was leaderless, the most outrageous thing they did was evade taxes and engage in usury.

that's it.

There wasn't even a single person who bullied men and women.

Even so, Zhang Yucheng eventually got his money back with interest, leaving him penniless.

To put it bluntly, their hands and feet are probably even cleaner than Ji Zuodao's.

Ji Zuodao felt that the aristocratic families in Jinghai were indeed somewhat pitiful.

They couldn't win in a fight, and they couldn't run away. Calling them a powerful family was less accurate than calling them senior managers under Zhang Yucheng—super employees.

All the money he worked so hard to earn throughout the year was taken away by Zhang Yucheng, leaving him with only a pittance. He still had to support his family, and life was incredibly tight.

Ji Zuodao felt increasingly sorry for these people and couldn't help but sigh:

"Uncle, why don't you be nicer to them? I saw them driving a sports car last month, but yesterday I saw them riding a bicycle. If you keep taking advantage of them like this, I'm afraid they'll be driving tricycles next month."

After listening, Zhang Yucheng remained silent for a long time, his expression somewhat complicated, as if he was reflecting on whether he had been too ruthless over the years, perhaps even digging up the roots of the leeks.

He hesitated for a moment and then slowly said, "This... was indeed a bit too much. I'll adjust my strategy later and leave them some way out."

Ji Zuodao nodded repeatedly:

"Yes, yes, Uncle, you're brilliant! You can't pull up chives by the roots; you have to leave the roots so they can grow slowly and sustainably. If you pull them all up by the roots, what will we eat next year?"

Zhang Yucheng glanced at him and said irritably, "You seem to know quite a lot."

"That's right! Although I'm not well-educated, I still understand the principle of 'harvesting leeks' (profiting from others' exploitation). We can't exhaust the resources; we need a steady, long-term approach."

Zhang Yucheng shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to Ji Zuodao's smug look.

Unbeknownst to them, the prominent families in Jinghai have been quite lively these past few days.

The main hall of the Li family mansion.

Li Wenyuan, the head of the Li family, held a cowhide whip in his hand. He weighed the whip in his hand and it made a crisp "crack" sound that sent chills down one's spine.

A young man, in his early twenties, was kneeling before him; he was his grandson, Li Mingxuan.

Li Mingxuan was kneeling on the ground with his head down, not daring to breathe, looking as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant.

"How the hell do you dare?"

Li Wenyuan's voice was trembling, whether from anger or heartache, it was hard to tell.

"Don't you know things aren't going well lately? Huh? So many powerful families have been wiped out in one fell swoop, don't you have any idea? At this critical juncture, you still dare to drive your sports car around so arrogantly? And in front of that Section Chief Ji?"

He grew angrier as he spoke, and swung the whip in his hand again, striking Li Mingxuan's shoulder with a sharp crack.

"I heard you honked your horn? Trying to show off your car, huh?"

Li Mingxuan winced in pain, but still couldn't help but offer a defense:

"Sir, that Section Chief Ji ran a red light! He ran a red light! I was driving normally, and he suddenly darted in front of my car. If I hadn't honked, wouldn't I have crashed into him?"

"You dare talk back?"

Li Wenyuan was so angry that his beard stood on end, and he lashed out with the whip again.

"So what if he ran a red light? Just let him run the red light! Why are you honking? Is that honking? You're ringing the doorbell of the King of Hell, you know that?"

Li Mingxuan shrank back and muttered under his breath, "I don't even know who he is..."

"You don't know? You fucking don't know?"

Li Wenyuan was almost driven mad by those words.

"Who in the entire Jinghai area doesn't recognize that face? Don't you ever check your phone or the forums? That 'Living Yama's' photos are going viral on the forums, are you blind?"

"I thought it was photoshopped..."

"Fuck your grandpa!"

Li Wenyuan wished he could whip his good-for-nothing grandson to death.

"Let me tell you, that living devil has been circling our house and scouting it out for the past two days, at least dozens of times. Nobody in the family dares to make a sound, afraid he'll hear us and use it as an excuse to come knocking on our door. And you, you're running around acting all high and mighty right under our noses, even honking your horn?"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. He put down the whip, sighed, sat down in the armchair, and rubbed his temples.

"Sell your beat-up sports car tomorrow."

"Oh? Sir, that's what I just mentioned..."

"Sell it! Ride my old bicycle! And that golf course at home, bulldoze it all!"