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

Sato's hand holding the wine glass was trembling, his knuckles were white from clenching, and the veins were bulging, coiling on the back of his hand like earthworms.

His mind was screaming wildly:

Huizi! What are you saying?! You're my girlfriend! How could you say such things to another man?!

But he didn't dare to shout it out.

He was afraid of losing face.

He was afraid that if he shouted it out, he would lose completely.

He could only endure it, suppress it, grit his teeth, and swallow the mouthful of blood back into his stomach.

And what about Ji Zuodao?

He released Keiko's hand, turned his head, looked at Sato, and said with an expression that couldn't be more sincere:

"Mr. Sato, your girlfriend is really great."

Ji Zuodao was genuinely grateful to Sato for finding such a generous girlfriend.

Huizi had just promised to give him the skin.

When he returns to China, he will peel off this skin and keep it carefully.

But Sato had no idea what he was thinking!

When Sato heard these words, they didn't resonate with him at all.

You hugged my girlfriend, praised her in front of me, and said you wanted to keep her as a pet—and then you turned around and said to me, "Your girlfriend is so great?"

Is that a compliment? No, that's a provocation! That's a blatant provocation!

In some movies, this would lead to some unspeakable scenes.

Sato gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the urge to draw his sword.

Damn it, we can't beat them.

Sato felt a chill run down his spine from the aura that occasionally emanated from Himezado.

Although Sato was unwilling to admit it, he knew in his heart that the gap between himself and Himezado was not small.

But the clearer he understood it, the more frustrated he became.

Isn't he just like some of the incompetent husbands in the story?

No, no, no, I don't want this!

Finally, when Keiko "inadvertently" put her hand on Himezado's shoulder once again, Sato exploded.

He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly. The force of his movement caused the chair to slide back more than half a meter, making a sharp "rip" sound.

"Mr. Ji!"

He practically roared it out, his voice echoing in the private room, carrying a long-suppressed anger and dissatisfaction that startled the people drinking and chatting nearby.

"The situation is urgent! That group of cruel evil cultivators has killed hundreds of people! They are evil cultivators from your Han Dynasty! Shouldn't the Han Dynasty be held responsible for this?!"

Ji Zuodou did not answer Sato's question immediately, but instead asked in a casual tone:

"And what about yesterday?"

Sato was taken aback: "What?!"

"How many did that group of evil cultivators kill yesterday?"

Sato's mind didn't quite register what was happening, and he instinctively replied, "Yesterday...we didn't receive any related reports yesterday..."

"What about the day before yesterday?"

"No, not at all..."

"What about the day before yesterday?"

"The day before yesterday... I don't think so either..."

Ji Zuodao leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, head tilted as he looked at Sato with an expression like a teacher checking a student's homework.

"Wait, let me sort this out. Those hundreds of people you mentioned, are you referring to the total number since they entered the country?

"Mr. Sato, you don't mean to call those guys who only killed three or four hundred people in two months... heretical cultivators, do you?"

He paused, then added insult to injury:

"Excuse me, you might have misunderstood. The heretical cultivators of our Han Dynasty don't practice health preservation in that way."

Sato was stunned: "Health preservation?"

"Yes, it's about health."

Ji Zuodao slowly counted on his fingers, calculating the accounts for him:

"They only killed three or four hundred people in two months, averaging five or six people a day. With that kind of efficiency, we wouldn't even dare call ourselves heretics in our Great Han region. Heretics are paid by the hour. If you don't produce anything in an hour, that's considered slacking off."

"Do you know the famous saying in our Han Dynasty's evil cultivation world? It's called 'Work from sunrise to sunset, and if you don't kill a hundred or eighty people a day, you're embarrassed to greet your fellow practitioners.' Your group of evil cultivators only kills five or six people a day. That kind of efficiency is considered retirement level in our Han Dynasty."

Sato was speechless for a long time after being choked by Himezado's theory of "heretical cultivation of health".

He felt like his brain wasn't working properly, as if someone had stuffed a lump of paste inside it, and he couldn't get it out of his head.

What the hell? Killing 100 or 200 people a day? Calculated by the hour?

Are all the heretical cultivators in your Han Dynasty this slick? Is this guy some kind of heretical cultivator or just an office worker?

"Then... if your Han Dynasty's evil cultivators are so powerful, killing a hundred or eighty people a day without even breaking a sweat, how come we've never heard of any evil cultivators causing large-scale casualties within the Han Dynasty's borders?"

Ji Zuodao wore a meaningful smile on his face.

"That's a good question, Mr. Sato."

"We in the Han Dynasty have indeed rarely heard of evil cultivators causing large-scale casualties. Do you know why?"

Why?

"Because those evil practices that could cause mass casualties have all been driven abroad by us."

"Think about it, what level are those evil cultivators who can kill a hundred or eighty people a day? They are the elites, the talents, the pillars of the evil cultivation world. Can our Great Han keep such talents? Of course not."

"Why keep him around? Are we just going to let him treat our Han cities like dungeons? We definitely need to find a way to get rid of him. Where should we send him? Send him abroad, to some place we can't control, so he can wreak havoc on others, but not on his own people."

"What do you call this? This is called shifting the blame, diverting the conflict, and sacrificing your own friend to save yourself. We, the Han Dynasty, have rich experience and a mature system for handling these kinds of things."

"Of course, we didn't come here on purpose."

"It can only be said that the course of history has chosen your life. Look, there are so many countries around our Han Dynasty, why did that group of evil cultivators come to your place? What does this mean? It means that your life is destined to be with that group of evil cultivators! This is a destiny ordained by heaven, and you should cherish it."

"Don't worry, they're probably just having some trouble adjusting to the new environment. After all, the air in your country is different from ours, and they might not be used to it yet. That's why they're not in good shape and their work efficiency is naturally low. Give them some more time, and once they've adapted, their performance will definitely improve."

Sato's eye started twitching again.

Give these heretical practitioners time to adapt? What nonsense are you talking about? Should we be hoping they adapt quickly so they can improve their performance? Shouldn't we eliminate them before they adapt?

He felt that his way of thinking was completely different from Ji Zuodao's.