First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 143: Bring the Heavy Firepower—Let’s Have a Little Skirmish!

Lan Mingli’s expression darkened instantly.

It was only then that he belatedly realized—This guy’s name was Lu Ding!

Even though he was a Cultivator of Qi from Yunmeng, he’d still heard of the title Corpse-Shattering Taishui.

Yunhai in the South, Yaodu, Qingsheng—three regions, directly promoted.

But beyond that, he didn’t know many details about Lu Ding.

Still, that much was enough.

And combined with the bloody mess in this room, Lan Mingli’s heart sank to the bottom.

“Three!”

As Lu Ding called out the count of three, his mind raced.

He’s gathering momentum. I have to strike first—if I let him move first, he’ll seize the upper hand, and I’ll lose for sure!

From Lan Mingli’s perspective, Lu Ding’s rising aura transformed him.

A faint dragon’s form emerged.

His eyes held chaotic pupils, black mist swirled behind him—oppression surged like a storm, impossible to resist.

Lan Mingli drew the jade flute from his back.

Infused it with Qi.

He didn’t want to say anything more.

Now that they’d met, “Then let me truly see what you can do, Lu Ding!”

The jade flute shot forth.

Blue light blazed.

Tap.

Lan Mingli’s expression froze.

He saw Lu Ding raise a hand and catch the flute effortlessly.

The force so strong, the flute didn’t budge a bit.

He’d known there was a gap between them, but he didn’t expect the gap to be this big.

Alarms blared in his head.

Wasn’t his combat power only on par with a weakened Si Ming cultivator!?

How could this be!!

“You wanna see what I can do?”

“People die from that.....”

Lu Ding said, yanking the jade flute and pulling its wielder forward.

Then turned and launched a kick—faster than thought.

The wind arrived before the leg.

Lan Mingli’s hair whipped wildly.

The next moment, he shot backward like a cannonball, body folding midair.

Legs up, arms down, spine bent backward.

Agony burst through him, consciousness blurring.

So this is Lu Ding...

Boom.

He smashed through the corridor wall, flew out of the restaurant, and crashed unconscious into the trash heap in the back courtyard.

No matter how the world evolves, when it comes to fighting, the principles remain the same—fast, precise, ruthless.

Overwhelming force breaks all techniques.

Put simply: someone at the Divine Palace Realm?

Not even worth Lu Ding casting a spell.

“Tsk...”

Lu Ding clicked his tongue.

All that, and he still had to pay for damages.

He glanced at Captain Li, who was standing with arms crossed.

Li instantly understood: “Alright, no problem. I’ll cover the wall. I’ll send the boss a request form later.”

While the two were talking, Bai Hemen darted outside and dragged Lan Mingli back through the hole in the wall.

He pulled out a pill bottle and fed him one, then gave him two slaps across the face.

“Huuuuuuuuhhh—”

Lan Mingli gasped deeply as he regained consciousness, coughing hard.

At that moment, Li Kai walked up and handed something to Bai Hemen.

“Rushed over from Yunhai. You guys really know how to stir things up.”

Lu Ding: ........

Bai Hemen took the ID card and waved it in front of Lan Mingli’s face.

Then grabbed his finger.

Crack.

Lan Mingli let out a pained grunt and looked up.

Bai Hemen said with a blank face, “Grandma said it’s rude to point at people. So I broke it. Don’t point at people again.”

Maybe thinking he was being a bit harsh—after all, habits are hard to break, even Wen Ruchu still nags from behind a mask.

So Bai Hemen added, “Don’t point at me.”

“Come on, get up.”

Lan Mingli didn’t know what he was planning.

But instinctively, he shook his head.

Bai Hemen frowned: “Not getting up?”

He looked at Lu Ding, then turned to Lan Mingli and said, “I’ll give you a three-count too.”

Hearing that, Lan Mingli scrambled up and tried to run.

Can’t I just quit!?

This was bullying, plain and simple.

Why was there gonna be a round two?!

“Running?”

“Running still counts in the time limit.”

Bai Hemen caught up and bam bam bam, gave him another round of beating.

Lan Mingli’s eyes were red with frustration.

Of course, Bai Hemen wasn’t hitting to kill.

He held back, just enough to make it sting emotionally.

The kind of beating that left you holding it in.

Lu Ding walked over.

“According to your side’s tradition, if I beat someone on your elite youth list, you owe me and my guy each a rare spiritual treasure.”

Lan Mingli blinked, holding in his feelings.

He glanced at Lu Ding and Bai Hemen and only said one word: “Fine!”

Lu Ding smiled.

Bai Hemen suddenly understood.

He looked down at Lan Mingli: “You guys really have rules like that? I want a Wind Howl Stone.”

“You get to choose?!”

Lan Mingli couldn’t take it anymore—his voice cracked, nearly crying.

Bai Hemen blinked.

“You’re yelling at me?”

He rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

Lan Mingli kicked backward, spun up, and ran.

Wiping his face as he ran, he shouted, “Fine!! Take it!!!!”

“Just stop chasing me!!!!”

Lu Ding called out quickly, “Don’t forget to spread the word—we’re heading to Yunmeng in a few days!”

Lan Mingli stumbled at the sound of that.

These two monsters aren’t human!

Then he quickly vanished into the night.

“You two really made him cry... You’re not even pretending to be decent people.”

Li Kai commented from the side.

Lu Ding couldn’t hold back.

“Hahahahaha! I didn’t think he’d cry! Blame Bai Hemen.”

Bai Hemen nodded: “Too fragile. A greenhouse flower. I didn’t cry. Grandma told me—real men bleed, not cry.”

Li Kai: ......

One of them—tight-lipped and calculating.

The other—single-minded as a brick.

Who knew how these two ended up as a pair.

You couldn’t talk sense into either of them.

Neither one followed normal logic.

Li Kai gestured back at the room: “So, what’d you find out? And what about the guy still alive in there?”

“The one still breathing? Let him get sentenced. He did wrong—take the punishment. Just follow standard procedure. The crime’s not that serious.”

“As for earlier......”

“Old Li, want a political merit gift?”

With those words, if things followed standard procedure, Li Baoxiang wouldn’t be locked up for long.

When Li Kai heard political merit, his face lit up: “Details?”

He’d read Lu Ding’s file.

That Bao Fan District Public Security Bureau Director, Gao Zhengliang—just hanging around Lu Ding earned him merit.

Now it was his turn!

This was his bowl of rice now.

Li Kai was a little excited.

Lu Ding gave him the general rundown on the Tianli Cult.

But he didn’t say the cult had specifically targeted him.

Still didn’t know who leaked that intel.

So best not to spook the snake just yet.

Besides, the Tianli Cult was a cult.

Dealing with cults was everyone’s responsibility at 749.

And this wasn’t just one or two people.

So yeah... how could this not count as merit?

Li Kai understood.

“We doing a gang fight then?”

“Should I get the team moving?”

“Wait,” Lu Ding stopped him and added, “I looked at the map of Rocky Flat. Barely any people around there.

Tell your team to bring the heavy firepower.”