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

Ji Zuodao is a man who always acts on his words without hesitation.

I received the assignment on the morning of the first day, and started packing my luggage in the afternoon.

Nonsense, this is an order to cause trouble!

Departing even a minute late is disrespectful to your "authorized mission to cause trouble" pass.

When he was in Jinghai, Ji Zuodao usually held back a bit.

After all, it's their own territory, and they'll see each other all the time. If they do something too outrageous, it won't look good on them.

Cramps and skin peeling are nothing compared to that; they're just warm-up exercises, barely enough to break a sweat.

Who do you think Ji Zhengdao learned his talent for causing trouble from?

The saying "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked" is practically tailor-made for the Ji family.

Putting everything else aside, Ji Zuodao himself had forgotten how long it had been since he had refined a human pill, after all, it had a bad influence.

But things are different now!

He couldn't bear to build it, as it was his own home, and he would feel bad if it was damaged.

Life is different now. You can stand up and kick as much as you want. You don't care if you break something. You even get a bonus if you kick to your heart's content.

Where else can you find such a good thing?

Ji Zuodao became more and more delighted as he thought about it, unable to suppress the smile on his lips. He hummed a little tune and began packing his luggage.

He originally only planned to take Ji Zhengdao, Gouye, and Qiqi with him.

But just as he was about to leave, he turned around and saw Zhao Ya standing at the door with an expression that said, "You guys go have fun, don't worry about me," which was a real show of feigned strength.

She looked just like the old mother in the TV series who saw her son off to war; she was practically wiping away tears.

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

The word "empty nest elderly" instantly popped into his mind.

The moment that word came out, he felt a little uneasy.

After thinking about it, I still felt bad about it, so I waved my hand and said, "Mom, you should come too."

Zhao Ya's facial expressions at that moment were textbook examples of face-changing artistry.

First, I was stunned, then confused, then surprised, and finally felt that smug feeling of "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Her smile was as radiant as peach blossoms in March, her eyes narrowed into slits, and she instantly looked ten years younger.

"Really? Then Mom will go pack her bags!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran into the house. Her appearance was completely different from that of the lonely old woman who had been standing sadly at the door just moments before.

Less than twenty minutes later, she came out dragging a large suitcase, which was packed full of her own clothes, cosmetics, sunscreen, sun hat, sunglasses, and a bunch of snacks.

Dog watched this scene from the doorway and grinned.

It finally understood: who did that brat inherit his face-changing skill from? His mother.

This mother and son are alike; they change their minds in an instant, without any transition. They turn on each other faster than flipping through a book, and their moods change more frequently than the weather.

Zhao Ya was happy, but she wasn't the kind of person to be petty.

She immediately and extravagantly chartered an entire airplane, a luxury one at that, complete with sofas, beds, refrigerators, and televisions—like a mobile five-star hotel.

In her own words, "Since we're going out to have fun, we should have a good time and be comfortable. We're not short of money."

Ji Zuodao, listening from the side, felt incredibly pleased.

Having a rich mom is great! You don't have to spend any money when you go out; someone pays for everything. It's even better than being a gigolo.

Ji Zuodao is leaving.

Within half an hour of Ji Zuodao leaving Jinghai, the news had spread throughout the entire Qi cultivation circle in Jinghai.

There's nothing we can do; that kid left in such a high-profile way.

They were making a big fuss, as if they wanted the whole world to know he was leaving.

He even posted a thread on the forum titled "I'm going abroad on business, everyone in Jinghai, don't miss me too much," along with a selfie of himself at the airport, looking incredibly smug.

The moment the post was published, the entire Qi cultivation community in Jinghai was in an uproar.

"Holy crap! The King of Hell is gone?!"

"Really? Is he trying to lure us in? Pretending to leave so we can let our guard down before turning back?"

"The person upstairs is right! That bastard is capable of doing something like this! We can't fall for it!"

"I suggest continuing to keep a low profile and observing for at least a month before making any decisions."

"One month? I think it would take at least three months!"

"Aren't you guys overthinking it? They already posted that they're leaving, how could it be false?"

"You don't know anything! This is called 'all's fair in war'! If he really left, would he have told us so openly? He'd be hoping we didn't know! So his public display is definitely a trap!"

"That makes sense... Let's keep a low profile then."

"Low-key +1"

"Low-key +10086"

"I've sold my sports car and bought an electric car. Keeping a low profile!"

"My golf course has been turned into a vegetable garden, and I just planted Chinese cabbages yesterday."

"My husband donated all her LV bags. Now she carries a canvas bag when she goes out, which she bought on Pinduoduo for 9.9 yuan with free shipping."

"What you've done is nothing. My old man fired the housekeeper, saying he was afraid of being mistaken for a capitalist and giving Section Chief Ji something to use against us. Now the whole family cleans and cooks for themselves. I've lived for thirty years and this is the first time I've ever seen what a pot looks like."

"Hahaha, the person upstairs is in a bad situation."

"It's terrible, but life is more important. A moment of patience brings peace, and taking a step back opens up a vast sky. Let's wait until things calm down before making any further decisions."

Therefore, although Ji Zuo Daoren left, the trend of keeping a low profile did not subside in Jinghai, but instead intensified.

The powerful families in Jinghai were still uneasy.

What if that bastard suddenly turns around and attacks again?

What if they were just acting? They might have left on the surface, but were secretly still watching them?

That bastard Ji Zuodao is absolutely capable of doing such a despicable thing.

So they decided to keep a low profile, to be as low-profile as possible, to be so low-profile as to be invisible.

At that moment, Zhang Yucheng was carrying a vegetable basket and buying vegetables at a vegetable market in Jinghai.

He was wearing an ordinary white shirt, gray casual pants, and a pair of old Beijing cloth shoes. He looked just like an ordinary retired cadre, and you couldn't tell at all that he was the director of Bureau 749.

He walked up to a butcher stall, about to pick out two pieces of pork ribs, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice from beside him:

"Boss, how much is this pork belly?"

Zhang Yucheng turned his head and was stunned.

He was an old man with gray hair, wearing a faded old shirt, wrinkled gray trousers, and canvas shoes. He looked just like an old farmer from the countryside.

But Zhang Yucheng knew him.

That was Li Wenyuan, the head of the Li family.

The heads of the top three families in Jinghai were standing in front of a meat stall, haggling with the owner over a two-yuan price difference, their faces flushed with anger.

"Boss, your pork belly is way too expensive! It only costs fifteen yuan a pound in the supermarket, and you're selling it for eighteen?"

"Can the meat in the supermarket compare to mine? Mine is black pork, raised naturally without any feed, the meat quality is excellent!"

"Black pork isn't even worth eighteen! Sixteen! I'll take two pieces for sixteen!"

"No, no, the minimum is seventeen!"

"The Sixteenth Five-Year Plan!"

"Sixteen or eighteen!"

"make a deal!"

Li Wenyuan nodded in satisfaction, took out a crumpled wallet from his pocket, counted out sixteen yuan and eighty cents, handed it to the shopkeeper, then picked up the piece of pork belly and turned to leave.

He took two steps, looked up, and his eyes met Zhang Yucheng's.