First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 254: I’ll Teach Him Some F**ing Logic—Move!

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Backed by logic, He Xianxiong's aura surged.

“And another thing, what right—what right did he have to barge into my house without invitation!? He’s a stranger entering the He Family estate—don’t my clan members have the duty to stop him, to keep him out?”

“One, he’s not a local investigator and has no law enforcement authority. Two, he wasn’t accompanied by a local investigator. Three, he came in alone.”

“I want to ask, which part of that—any part of that—complies with the 749 Bureau’s regulations!!?”

At that moment, Zhu Yixuan felt like he had yellow mud on his pants—doesn’t matter if it’s not st, it still looks like st.

No way to explain it cleanly.

Suddenly, he remembered something. As he started patting himself down, he said:

“I only came to get the blade from your He Family, I...”

Written note?

Your written note was already crushed to pieces just a moment ago.

That’s what He Yingxiong was thinking.

Zhu Yixuan suddenly looked up and demanded, “Where’s my written note!!?”

He Geng, afraid his father might lose the argument, quickly said:

“Of course your written note would only be known to you. What? Now you’re trying to avoid blame by turning it on us—trying to frame us?”

Zhu Yixuan’s face turned bright red, and there was a trace of helplessness.

His straightforward personality—

There’s no way he could win in a war of words against these smooth-talking snakes.

And on the surface, he really didn’t have the upper hand.

All he could do was turn to Deputy Director Li of Luoyao 749 with a pleading look.

Noticing this movement—

He Geng raised his voice again: “Please, Deputy Director Li, uphold justice for the He Family!!”

“Do civilian Cultivators of Qi have no human rights in front of 749 investigators!!?”

At this point, Wen Ruchu stood up.

He held up his phone and placed it in front of the He family members.

Everyone was confused by his actions.

The next second—

A voice came from the phone.

“Twisting the truth, slick with words—are you calling your fing mom!?”

The mediation room doors burst open.

Investigators from Luoyao 749 entered.

“Deputy Director, Lu Ding and Yan Feifan from Yunhai 749 have arrived.”

At the mention of the name “Lu Ding,”

He Geng panicked.

The Corpse-Shattering Taishui from Yunhai 749—Lu Ding—why the hll is he here!!?

Footsteps outside grew urgent.

Everyone instinctively looked toward the entrance.

And there came Lu Ding, storming into view with an overpowering presence.

On the way there, Wen Ruchu had already told him everything, including the earlier argument.

He’d even turned on the voice function—

Lu Ding had heard the whole thing.

Now he walked forward.

Li Qianxing stepped in, pretending to stop him: “Lu Ding, Lu Ding, let’s talk things through.”

“I’ll talk some fing logic with him—move.”

He yanked Deputy Director Li—an Earth Observer—aside with one hand and erupted in an instant, fast as lightning.

In a flash, he stood before He Geng.

His fist pulled back like drawing a bow—

Striking out like releasing an arrow.

Veins popped on the back of his raised hand.

Black smoke curled around him, as if outlining his entire form.

The visual impact exploded.

In that moment—

He Geng thought he saw his great-grandmother waving at him.

He screamed in terror: “No....”

A single punch!

BOOM!!!

His silhouette embedded into the wall—couldn’t be pried out.

He Geng’s face, which took the full force of Lu Ding’s punch, even sank into his skull.

This scene—

No one could react.

With Lu Ding’s current power,

Someone like He Xianxiong, even at the Si Ming Realm, wasn’t fast enough to intervene.

The only reason He Geng wasn’t pulverized instantly was because this was Luoyao 749.

Lu Ding needed to give them an explanation.

“Outrageous!!!”

He Xianxiong slammed the table and stood, letting his aura burst.

Lu Ding instantly countered with an even more terrifying aura—black smoke roiling outward.

Within it, the Sin Dragon revealed its true form.

At that moment, Lu Ding no longer resembled someone of the righteous path.

Under the pressure of his presence—

For a brief second—

He Xianxiong felt the entire scene shift.

He found himself in a strange world.

Rain poured down in sheets, blinding his eyes, waves surged beneath his feet, and dark clouds loomed above as if something monstrous hid within them.

With a flash of lightning and thunder—

For a split second,

A massive dragon-shaped shadow appeared—

Its claw tore through the clouds, revealing the Divine Palace structure behind.

Gigantic divine statues sat upright, sashes fluttering in the wind.

Ethereal, unworldly—like beings not of this mortal realm.

Yet the black lines etched across their muscular forms betrayed their nature—not benevolent deities.

In a daze—

The Great Black Heaven Tribulation seemed to open its mouth and declare: “Shout one more fing time, and I’ll crush you.”

Turns out that wasn’t the gods speaking.

It was Lu Ding.

He Xianxiong snapped out of it and collapsed onto his stool, face pale, back drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

His gaze at Lu Ding was filled with sheer terror.

What... what is this thing?

How... how is he this terrifying?

Under He Xianxiong’s stunned stare,

Lu Ding kicked aside the fallen chair in front of him and walked up to the wall.

He turned to the sweat-drenched He Xianxiong.

A smile appeared on his face.

He liked to tell little lies. If he didn’t get answers soon—

Even if He Xianxiong didn’t scream—Lu Ding would still crush him!

Si Ming Ninth Layer—perfect for testing Heaven-Taking, Earth-Manifesting!

He reached out and yanked He Geng’s half-dead body from the wall, then tossed him casually to the ground.

Lu Ding held out a hand: “Silver needles.”

Yan Feifan rummaged through his carry-on kit and handed over a pack of silver needles to Lu Ding.

These were his standard tools.

A good support lets the main carry shine.

That pouch of his was like a treasure bag—full of support tools. Whatever you can think of, he had it.

Lu Ding accepted the needles.

Operating on someone else’s turf—

First you throw a punch, because fing listening to that nonsense was unbearable.

Not killing him—that’s out of respect for a fellow bureau.

Back in Yunmeng, Lu Ding had once seen a Cultivator of Qi from Yunmeng bring out a severed head.

It was full of silver needles.

Lu Ding had taken a good look.

Thanks to his Oneness with Heaven and Man, he didn’t master it completely, but could make use of it.

He couldn’t go as far as making a severed head talk,

But he could at least use it on someone who hadn’t died yet—

To make them speak the truth.

As long as their cultivation wasn’t too high.

Otherwise, his control might slip.

He wasn’t that skilled yet.

Fortunately, the clown he’d half-killed with one punch just barely met the requirements.

One needle after another went into He Geng’s skull.

Deputy Director Li was stunned.

He was the only one present who recognized it.

He thought in shock:

Isn’t this Yunmeng 749’s exclusive interrogation technique?

When did Lu Ding learn that?!

Since when was Yunmeng so generous?

Just handing it out like candy?

He was in total disbelief.

Everyone knew this technique was one of Yunmeng’s proudest secret weapons.

They’d cracked countless Cultivator of Qi cases with it.

Cult groups like Tianli didn’t dare stir trouble in Yunmeng precisely because of this technique.

As long as you captured one member,

You couldn’t hide a thing.

Pull one weed, you’d get the whole patch.

With the final needle inserted,

He Geng still didn’t respond.

Lu Ding raised a hand and slapped him across the face.

SMACK!!!

Then grabbed him by the hair and gave it a shake.

The unconscious He Geng lit up like an old-school TV—one full sequence, and he powered on.

His eyes opened.

Lu Ding asked, “Speak. Why did you frame Zhu Yixuan?”