First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 168: Hit Him Again—So What Are You Gonna Do About It?

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“They tried reasoning with you. Since you wouldn’t listen, now I’ll talk with my fists. Don’t you start whining.”

Facts are facts. Who the hll gave you that “ignorance is innocence” bulls**t.

Lu Ding’s words completely shut down what Zhai Tianyuan was about to say.

His mouth opened, the words almost out—then he swallowed them back.

“Investigator Lu, our Zhai Family can offer compensation to make up for the young lady’s suffering.”

“Compensation? What kind of money can an eighteen-year-old girl even spend? Or are you saying the salary of a 749 Substation Chief isn’t enough for his own daughter to live comfortably!?”

“Cut the crap. Are you gonna beat him or not? If you don’t do it today, I’ll leave right now and come back in three months—don’t cry then.”

“Or, you could try to keep me here now. Go on..... dare you?”

After hearing this, Zhai Tianyuan finally realized how serious this was.

Three months......

From what they knew, Lu Ding hadn’t even been with 749 for three months yet.....

With such monstrous talent, in another three months—

He’d probably be bringing that bizarre slash of his again......

He dared to go against someone in the Si Ming Realm while still in Linghai. In three months, who knows what level he’ll be at. If he powers up again......

Zhai Tianyuan didn’t even want to imagine it.

And as for trying to detain him?

Don’t joke. That’d be the same as declaring war on 749.

In the territory of the Han Empire, starting a fight with 749? Might as well wait the three months.

Besides, the problem was—they were in the wrong!!!!

There wasn’t even room for debate. A few words from Lu Ding and he was completely shut up.

And Lu Ding’s attitude? Totally unyielding.

The more Zhai Tianyuan thought about it, the more furious he got!!

Looking at his son, his chest practically exploded—Why the hll did you bully someone!!?

From childhood, it’s not like he didn’t teach him manners and morals. Growing up wild was one thing, but now he’d put his old man right on the f**ing grill.

“Men!! Bring the family rod!!”

“Useless brat, all you ever do is cause trouble!!”

Once those words were out, everyone knew—Zhai Tianyuan had found an excuse to bow out and save face.

“Dad...... Dad....... I..... I’m hurt, don’t... don’t hit me.... Dad!!”

No matter how Zhai Guang cried, Zhai Tianyuan stayed cold as stone.

Soon enough, the seven-foot-three discipline rod was brought in.

Zhai Guang was tied up and hung from the ceiling beam. Zhai Tianyuan swung the rod down—smack, smack, smack.

Anger, disappointment, pure frustration.

The shrieks came out like a pig being slaughtered.

Lu Ding grabbed a chair and set it behind Ren Shuang: “Take a seat. Enjoy the show.”

Then turned to Ruan Xiaoqi, who had stood up.

“Your turn.”

Lu Ding’s words made Ruan Xiaoqi snap to attention.

He and Zhai Lin weren’t that far apart in strength. If Lu Ding could one-shot Zhai Lin, he could one-shot him too.

This fight was doomed from the start.

But he had to fight.

Not fighting meant surrender—that would be a disgrace to the Ruan Family.

He sheathed his short blade. Weapons didn’t matter anymore—the outcome was written.

Ruan Xiaoqi raised both fists in front of him, forming a stance. His aura surged, wave after wave.

“My cousin, I’ll discipline him myself. Ruan Xiaoqi of the Ruan Family, requesting a lesson from the Corpse-Shattering Taishui!”

Lu Ding turned to face him.

“Discipline what? You’re just a cousin. Let his parents come.”

Today, not a single one was getting away.

Ruan Xiaoqi didn’t waste words. He stepped in—green bricks beneath his feet rippled like water.

Blinding speed.

Lu Ding raised his hand to meet him.

Arm blocked the punch.

Ruan Xiaoqi’s fist landed square, but it felt like hitting an iron wall—his strength didn’t go through at all.

He changed his angle—dropped low, twisted his waist, and kicked with all his might. His strongest move.

Also the hardest to defend.

As his leg flew out, spiritual energy attached to it, stacking multiple layers of power. A faint image of a guillotine appeared in the air.

He swung it down toward Lu Ding.

High risk, high reward.

But—Lu Ding reached out and grabbed it. Looked like he grabbed a steel blade with his bare hand.

Grabbed Ruan Xiaoqi’s leg and spun him around.

Then slammed him down into the green brick floor.

Bang!!!

Bricks shattered. Ruan Xiaoqi lay in a shallow pit.

“Huh...... cough cough cough cough cough cough...... it’s me.....”

He hadn’t even finished saying “I lost” when—

Bai Hemen rushed over and stuffed a pill in his mouth.

“Quit faking. It’s my turn now.”

Ruan Xiaoqi turned his head, dazed eyes focusing on Bai Hemen. That slam from Lu Ding had knocked him senseless.

It hurt. And it stunned him.

“You’re... Bai Hemen?”

“You’re fighting too?”

He’d only heard Lu Ding was coming to fight—nobody said Bai Hemen was too!!?

What the hll was this?

Lan Mingli: Didn’t know, did you? I didn’t either.

Bai Hemen pulled out his ID from his bag: “I’m not even twenty yet. Why wouldn’t I fight? Get up. You’re barely scratched.”

Ruan Xiaoqi shook his head quickly: “No no no, I’m done, I lost.”

Seeing him trying to chicken out, Bai Hemen frowned.

“You’ve got three seconds. Time counts even if you’re lying there.”

“Three!”

Ruan Xiaoqi cursed—What the hell’s wrong with you!

I said I quit and you’re still counting!

He flipped over and tried to run.

Bai Hemen lunged and tackled him—another scuffle broke out.

Meanwhile, the just-revived Zhai Lin had been fed a pill and was finally waking up.

First thing he saw:

Ruan Xiaoqi flying through the air and crashing at his feet, face black-and-blue.

Zhai Lin looked up—Bai Hemen was striding over, full of fire.

He frowned: “Why you? Where’s Lu Ding?”

Bai Hemen flashed his ID: “He’s done. My turn now. Get ready. I want that blood coral.”

Zhai Lin hadn’t even figured out what was going on,

when he was already trading blows with Bai Hemen again.

And just then,

outside the Zhai Family gate,

people from the Ruan Family arrived. A woman screamed loudly,

“Son, son! Ruan Ming, where are you!?”

Among the Ruan group, a slightly chubby woman hurried in front, leading the pack.

Ruan Ming heard his mother’s voice and tears welled in his eyes.

“Mom! I’m here!!”

Smack!!

Lu Ding slapped him backhanded: “Did I say you could talk?”

The woman looked over and saw the scene—immediately rushed forward, teeth bared and nails ready.

“You dare hit my son?! What right do you have to hit my son?! I don’t even have the heart to hit him and you......”

People nearby quickly held her back.

A middle-aged man hugged the woman to keep her from charging, then looked at Lu Ding:

“Investigator Lu, we can talk this out. If he broke the law, we’ll accept the consequences.”

“But hitting my son in front of me and my wife like this—”

Boom!!

Lu Ding kicked Ruan Ming to the ground again.

“Hit him again. What are you gonna do about it?”

“If you can’t discipline your son, I’ll do it for you. If he can bully others, then I can bully him. If you’ve got a problem, come face me and throw a punch.”