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

"Drunken Dream Pavilion" nightclub, Moon Sea District.

Although it was not open for business, the lobby was already brightly lit, and the air was filled with expensive fragrances and a lingering sweet smell of alcohol from last night.

Dozens of female disciples of the Hehuan Sect, all dressed in uniform, form-fitting cheongsams and possessing superior looks and figures, stood silently with their hands at their sides.

The atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like you could wring water out of it.

A thick scarlet carpet was laid on the high platform in front of the lobby.

A woman dressed in a dark green velvet cheongsam and a matching long gown embroidered with gold thread leans against a large rosewood chaise lounge.

She looked to be around thirty years old, with a mature and beautiful appearance that had become more charming with age, and an air of authority and languor that came from long-standing power.

He held a slender jade pipe between his fingertips, but did not light it; he merely tapped the edge of the couch lightly, intermittently.

She was the chief steward in charge of many properties of the Hehuan Sect in Jinghai, and was known as "Yunniang".

"You've probably heard the news by now."

Yunniang finally spoke, her voice not loud, but clearly carried throughout the quiet hall, carrying a cold quality.

"The Elysium Wonderland area was wiped out by the people from Bureau 749."

Her gaze slowly swept over every face in the audience—whether tense, fearful, or trying to remain calm—and finally settled on a woman standing on the left side of the front row.

"Azi".

The woman in purple, whose name was called, trembled almost imperceptibly, and her face turned three degrees paler in an instant.

"You're in charge of the Elysium Wonderland."

Yunniang's tone revealed neither joy nor anger.

"Tell me, what's the procedure that allowed the cops to sneak up on your door and raid your hideout?"

"Yun...Yun Niang..."

Azi knelt down with a thud, her voice trembling.

"It was...it was a few of my incompetent maids who, seeing how generous that guest was, gave him a few too many Bliss Pills. They didn't know their limits, and the guest, who was already weak, couldn't hold on for a moment, so...so..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke, her head almost buried in her chest.

"Couldn't hold on for a while?"

Yunniang repeated it, the corners of her mouth seeming to curve slightly, but there was no smile at all.

The next second—

"Whoosh—smack!"

She treated the valuable jade pipe in her hand like an ordinary stick, and threw it out with great force, hitting Azi's shoulder accurately and hard!

The force was so great that Azi, who was kneeling, cried out in pain and was pulled to the side, her cheongsam tearing open instantly, revealing the skin underneath that quickly became red and swollen.

The jade pipe was also broken into pieces on the ground.

"How have I been teaching you all?!"

Yunniang's voice suddenly rose, filled with suppressed anger.

"What is the foundation of the Joyful Union Sect? It's moderation! It's about giving guests the ecstasy of pleasure, yet striking the perfect balance! It's about a steady, long-term approach, not about draining the pond to catch all the fish!"

She stood up, slowly walked down the platform, the hem of her dark green cheongsam brushing against the smooth ground, and stopped in front of Azi, looking down at her.

"What's the Bliss Pill used for, huh?"

She bent down, her voice lower and colder, like a viper flicking its tongue.

"It's like bait used to trap those valuable sheep, ensnaring them and slowly draining their wealth, connections, and even their luck!"

"It's not really about letting those sluts down there use it for entertainment, playing those 'unfailing erections' or 'seven times a night' tricks!"

"You guys are really something, having a good time, aren't you? Using my Gu worms as an aphrodisiac, you practically drained a still somewhat useful asset dry! Not only did you do it, but you also went too far, killing someone right there in the arena and bringing this all the way to the doorstep of Bureau 749!"

Yunniang straightened up, her gaze sweeping across the entire room like an icy blade, causing every disciple she looked at to involuntarily shrink back.

"The nightclub being raided is a minor matter. Business is business; we can just change the name and keep going."

"But that Bliss Pill... if even the slightest detail about its contents were revealed..."

She paused, then chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in her laughter.

"Everyone here today, including me, Yunniang, has to go down and keep that unfortunate soul who you've drained dry company. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

The crowd below responded in unison, their voices filled with fear.

Yunniang looked again at Azi, who was slumped on the ground, her face pale.

"Azi, you've been with me for quite a few years. Tell me, about the elixir matter, are you, and those girls under you who have gone too far, keeping your mouths shut?"

"Tightly sealed! Tightly sealed!"

As if grasping at a straw, Azi struggled to kneel down again, ignoring the pain in her shoulders, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Yunniang, you are wise! I only told them it was a potent drug to enhance their pleasure; I didn't reveal a single word about the Gu worms! They know nothing! Really!"

Yunniang looked at her quietly for several seconds, as if trying to determine the truth or falsehood of her words.

Finally, she slowly nodded.

"That would be best."

She turned around and walked back to the chaise lounge, her voice regaining its usual languidness, yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness.

"Ah Zi's poor discipline and lax management have led to this disaster. Go down and take twenty lashes of the Dragon Bone Whip. As for those girls who were captured and imprisoned in 749..."

She paused, then uttered two words:

"Once it's back, dispose of it properly. Make sure it's clean."

"Yes... Thank you, Yunniang, for your mercy! Thank you, Yunniang, for your mercy!"

When Azi heard "dispose of," her body trembled again, but she felt more relieved to have survived a disaster, as long as she could live to receive her punishment.

Yunniang sat back on the couch, as if the thunderous rage she had just witnessed was merely an illusion.

She picked up a new jade pipe, and a maid immediately lit it respectfully.

She took a drag and slowly exhaled a pale blue smoke that enveloped her beautiful yet aloof face.

"Everyone be on your guard. Things are getting tense lately. A new patrol officer will be transferred to the Moonsea District soon. As the saying goes, a new broom sweeps clean. You all better keep your tails between your legs. Don't do anything you shouldn't, and don't say anything you shouldn't."

"Wait until this storm passes..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but a cold, calculating glint flashed deep in her eyes.

Just then—

"Bang!!!"

A deafening roar suddenly came from outside the nightclub's magnificent, heavy, gilded doors!

Then came the ear-piercing sounds of metal twisting and glass shattering!

The heavy gate, along with its frame, collapsed inwards as if it had been hit head-on by an out-of-control truck, kicking up clouds of dust!

"Who goes there?!"

"Enemy attack—!!"

The Hehuan Sect disciples in the main hall were instantly jolted awake from their silence, and a chorus of angry shouts and spiritual energy fluctuations erupted.

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

A tall, imposing figure in a black trench coat walked slowly through the collapsed door.

He wasn't carrying a weapon; he simply brushed off non-existent dust from his shoulders.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Yunniang on the high platform, whose face had suddenly darkened. A smile that could be described as "kind" appeared on his lips.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt your meeting."

"749 Bureau, Yuehai District Patrol Investigator, Ji Zuodao."

"Routine inspection."

"Please cooperate."