First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 153: You Actually Tried to Grab My ID? Lu Ding Was Shocked

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As he said this, Lu Ding walked straight up to the funeral home’s front gate.

He raised a leg and kicked.

Bang!

The double wooden doors shattered and collapsed.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Lu Ding’s voice echoed through the funeral home.

“You’ve got two hours. Move what needs moving, get out if you need to get out. This place is getting demolished!”

As soon as Lu Ding’s words fell—along with the gate being smashed—

One after another, they leapt out like fish.

Their expressions were hostile as they stared at Lu Ding.

From the crowd,

a young man stepped forward.

He looked at the broken chunks of the door.

Jiao Yu looked up at Lu Ding, voice cold: “Who are you?”

Lu Ding had zero goodwill toward the people from this funeral home—

squatters. How could he possibly have a good impression?

But he was here to do business. Procedures were procedures, and they still had to be followed.

Even the Kou Family had to follow procedures.

And this funeral home had even signed a contract.

You can’t just show up and start throwing punches, right?

Besides, he was here for the Big Ghost in the Thatched Hut and the Thousand Corpses Honoring the King Formation,

not for the funeral home folks themselves.

But if they didn’t know their place, Lu Ding wouldn’t mind roughing them up a bit too.

He flashed his ID.

“749 Investigator, Lu Ding.”

Lu Ding...

Jiao Yu thought for a second.

Hmm... never heard of him.

After all, Minshan City was just a small town.

Even though he was a Cultivator of Qi, he was tucked away in a remote corner. How would he know anything about the internal affairs of 749?

Sure, Lu Ding’s name had been blowing up in Yunmeng recently,

but that was mostly among prominent family circles.

It hadn’t even been a few days—news hadn’t made it out this far yet.

And Jiao Yu, this rogue cultivator,

didn’t even qualify to hear about Lu Ding’s name.

And because of that—

Jiao Yu’s tone turned unfriendly: “Never heard of you in Minshan 749.”

As he said it—

he actually reached out and tried to grab Lu Ding’s ID.

Oh. My. God.

Lu Ding jerked back, avoiding him.

And the look he gave—couldn’t have been more stunned.

What did I just see?!

Lu Ding could hardly believe his eyes.

Someone actually dared to snatch a 749 ID?!

Didn’t he know that a 749 ID and the law enforcement recorder were basically like a security officer’s gun?

Flashing the ID was the same as firing a warning shot.

Grabbing it was like grabbing a loaded gun. Since when were people this ballsy?!

Lu Ding had figured it’d be hard to run into this kind of “half-sweet idiot” in real life.

But today, he actually got one.

Everyone he’d met before had minds that moved like lightning—

either old foxes or young ones.

Each one embodied the phrase “a wise man submits to circumstances” perfectly.

Now, finally, he’d found a thick-headed rookie. Lu Ding really hadn’t expected it.

Seeing Lu Ding dodging and not letting him see the ID,

Jiao Yu got even more aggressive.

“What’s your problem?!”

“Afraid to let me see?”

Look at that—he even dared to question Lu Ding?

Lu Ding already didn’t like this funeral home—signed the contract and still had the nerve to hike the price.

Now this guy was trying to snatch his ID?

Lu Ding’s grin turned eerie.

Jiao Yu was just about to ask what he was smiling at.

Before the words even came out—

Lu Ding suddenly reached out, grabbed him without a word, and slammed him hard onto the funeral home’s stone floor.

His cheek met the stone with intimate force, backed by terrifying strength. Jiao Yu’s head split open on impact.

Felt like his brain got turned to paste.

Blood gushed from his nose and mouth. He passed out cold.

“Senior brother!!!!!!”

“Brother Feng!!!!!!”

“Let go of my senior brother!!!!!!”

The noise rang out around him.

Lu Ding raised a finger to his lips: “Shhh!”

“Too noisy. Annoying to listen to. Now thanks to him, you’ve only got an hour and a half to move your stuff.”

“Anyone still here after that—will be charged with obstruction of duty.”

“You people are going too far!”

A woman’s voice rang out.

Lu Ding turned toward the sound.

An old man in white and a woman in green robes approached.

The one who’d spoken earlier was the woman.

Hearing her words, Lu Ding found it kind of funny.

Behind him, Bai Hemen stepped up a few paces to stand beside Lu Ding.

“This is how we do things,” he said.

Lu Ding spread his hands.

What he just said—goes for me too.

“If you’re unhappy, feel free to attack me.”

“If you’ve got complaints, feel free to report me.”

“The contract’s black-and-white right here. The money—you took it. The signature—you gave it.”

“Now the land is ours, the building is ours. Giving you an hour and a half is already me being generous.”

“You…”

The woman in green was about to speak again.

The old man beside her stopped her.

He had already seen that these two were acting with complete confidence—they must’ve come fully prepared.

He chuckled as he spoke:

“Investigator, isn’t an hour and a half a bit short? We might not be able to move everything…”

“Can’t move it all?”

Lu Ding repeated the words, then replied:

“What’s that got to do with me?”

You signed the contract ages ago—what were you doing until now?

And if you’ve still got time to stand here and chat, but not enough to move?

You’re moving it today whether you can or not.

This whole delay tactic—doesn’t work on Lu Ding.

You had plenty of time before.

Now you want to tell me you can’t make it?

The old man’s expression soured.

Standing beside him, Nie Qingfei couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You’re going too far.”

Lu Ding frowned. Is this woman brain-damaged?

He’s the one going too far?

He didn’t jack up the price.

He didn’t try to snatch anyone’s ID.

Where exactly is he going too far?

“Alright, you price-hiking squatter—shut your mouth. Say one more word to me…”

“And I guarantee you’ll be lying on the ground just like him.”

Lu Ding pointed at the unconscious Jiao Yu.

Nie Qingfei, at least, had a bit of sense.

The old man’s expression shifted a few times before speaking: “Investigator, are you sure you want to handle things like this?”

Lu Ding looked up slightly: “I’m sure. So what are you going to do?”

The old man didn’t say anything more: “Alright then. We won’t need an hour and a half—we’ll leave right away.”

Old age brings caution, and experience.

Going head-to-head with 749 wasn’t realistic.

All they’d wanted was a price hike.

But now that someone from 749 had shown up and made their stance clear, if they kept pushing, it’d just look like they were slapping 749 in the face.

In the old man’s mind, he didn’t believe Lu Ding and Bai Hemen could really handle the Big Ghost in the Thatched Hut and the Thousand Corpses Honoring the King Formation.

After all, even the Director of Minshan City’s 749 Substation couldn’t handle it.

And these two young guys?

Heh...

Sometimes, backing down wasn’t a bad move.

Let them try—if they succeed, they get their ten billion.

If they fail, the funeral home could keep jacking up the price.

Either way, it’s a win.

The old man understood that. And he could keep his emotions in check.

But Nie Qingfei, who went to help up Jiao Yu,

apparently forgot what Lu Ding had just said.

She helped Jiao Yu up.

Seeing her junior brother in such a miserable state,

Nie Qingfei’s anger rose.

She shot Lu Ding a glare and coldly snorted, “This isn’t over between us. You better handle this situation properly. Or else...”

Hearing that, Lu Ding immediately turned around, his hand forming a claw, and grabbed Nie Qingfei in one swift motion.