First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 258: No Sons, But Guts — A Real Man, Give Him a Decent Spot

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Just like the green divine form—

body and head separated.

Beneath the heavens, black smoke gathered again, the hundred-meter divine form fading back into the smoke.

Once the smoke dispersed, a figure walked forward.

Yan Feifan shook out the coat and stepped up.

Lu Ding simply extended his arms, and Yan Feifan helped him put it on.

Coming closer, he glanced at the fallen He Family elder on the ground.

Too many years of comfort and luxury.

But his Si Ming avatar wasn’t half bad.

There were things worth learning from it.

Especially the way he used material to form armor—it barely deserved a second look.

Of course, only barely.

Take a look, study it, log it mentally—it might not be too useful, but armored divine forms? Just looks cool, that’s all.

If there’s ever a chance,

Lu Ding might try it himself.

He said nothing. Everyone kept silent.

Mainly because Lu Ding had left too deep an impression.

A divine form like that—

almost no one believed it was a Si Ming.

They all figured it was some terrifying secret technique or something else entirely.

Because they had never seen such an eerie, flesh-and-blood Si Ming before.

And so precisely controlled.

Such terrifying strength, speed, and reflexes.

Thankfully—

this kind of secret technique couldn’t use spells.

That was the only thing keeping their minds at ease.

If this thing could use spells like a Si Ming,

that would be too much to handle.

But could Lu Ding’s Si Ming really not use spells?

Of course not.

Everything he knew, he could use with ease.

He just didn’t bother—because that old He guy wasn’t even worthy of seeing his real methods.

And more importantly, he was holding back.

Arrogance is fine, but you still hide your cards.

Never reveal all your trump cards when the payoff isn’t worth it.

Unless you’ve got new ones—even stronger ones.

Besides,

the Si Ming avatar consumed a lot. Lu Ding’s Linghai coastline was finally showing signs of receding.

If he added spells on top of that,

his entire sea of Spiritual Qi might only last him half a day.

Normal Si Ming Realm avatars probably struggle to last an hour, let alone cast spells on top of that.

It’s basically treated like a finishing move.

Lu Ding thought: can anyone else compare to me?

My Linghai is vast, my Divine Palace is luxurious.

And my Si Ming can only last half a day?!

He finally felt a sense of urgency.

He had to level up faster.

Shoot for land reclamation and reach the Earth Observer Realm soon.

“No sons, but guts. A real man. Give him a decent spot to rest.”

Knows what’s right.

Knows boundaries.

Lu Ding admired that. Respected it.

Because he was the same way.

Wrong is wrong.

But sometimes, right or wrong can’t be chosen—too many things mess with what we call ‘wisdom’.

Lu Ding wouldn’t spare a man just because he respected him.

All he could do—was make sure he had a decent place to lie down.

Let him die with dignity.

Nothing more.

“Got it, Brother Lu.”

Yan Feifan responded.

Lu Ding looked at the others, expression unreadable: “Don’t just stand there. Arrest who needs arresting. Kill who needs killing. What, you want me to do all of it myself?”

One shout snapped everyone out of it.

They sprang into motion, flooding toward the He Family estate.

Lu Ding watched them.

Now he understood Luoyao 749’s style.

Obedient. Very obedient.

You tell them to do it—they do it.

But not clever.

Very wooden.

Basically, tell them to guard the door, and they’d let the house get carried away without losing the door.

Classic: don’t speak unless spoken to, do less to make fewer mistakes, do nothing to be perfect.

He glanced at Li Qianxing, who didn’t look too good.

Lu Ding: “Sigh……”

He felt a little sorry for the deputy director.

Supposed to be the one calling the shots, and yet…

When Li Qianxing heard that sigh,

his face got even darker. He couldn’t quite lift his head—might not be the right moment—

but that’s just how it was.

Right now, he desperately needed someone like Lu Ding, but Yunhai would never let him go.

He wasn’t delusional.

So he settled for the next best thing: set his sights on Yan Feifan.

Smart, tactful, handles things with precision.

Why couldn’t he have someone like that under his command?

The more he looked, the more satisfied he felt with Yan Feifan.

Sure enough, excellent people always attract other excellent people.

“Gotta figure something out…”

Li Qianxing pondered silently.

Seeing Yan Feifan directing people to move the elder’s body, he turned to Lu Ding and said, “I’ve got something to take care of.” Then turned and left.

Lu Ding didn’t stop him.

With the way Li Qianxing’s eyes were practically stuck to Yan Feifan, how could he not understand?

Didn’t matter.

If Yan Feifan wanted to join Luoyao and grow, great.

If he didn’t—

Lu Ding wouldn’t treat him badly either.

It was up to him.

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On the other side, Yan Feifan was moving the elder’s body with the team.

Li Qianxing walked up, looked at Yan Feifan in the front passenger seat, stood by the window, and said to the driver: “Out. I’m driving.”

Seriously?

Deputy director driving while you sit?

Yan Feifan didn’t dare.

Quickly unbuckled: “Sir, please take the seat. I’ll drive. I’ve never driven such a nice car back in the district.”

“Let me enjoy it a bit. Look, this is my ride.”

He pulled out his license, opened it, and showed the photo of the car—

the very one he’d used to hit Ma Qi while driving Lu Ding.

He’d had it repaired afterward.

It wasn’t a great car—but it had meaning.

Li Qianxing smiled: “Why didn’t you drive earlier then?”

“Well, I wasn’t familiar with that colleague—first time meeting, didn’t want to be rude. But you, sir, you look friendly, easy to talk to. Plus, we’ve met in the mediation room. Not really a first meeting. I’ve got thick skin, hope you’ll overlook it.”

Ha! This kid!

Hmm! I like him!!

Yan Feifan switched to the driver’s seat.

Li Qianxing sat beside him.

He asked: “Where are we going, sir?”

“Going with you to bury the old He guy. We knew each other once. Gotta see him off.”

Li Qianxing casually tossed out a reason.

Yan Feifan didn’t let the compliment go to waste: “Not to flatter you, sir, but you truly are selfless and fair. That’s something worth learning from.”

Li Qianxing felt a little embarrassed hearing that, but he had a thick face too.

Kept it cool: “Then how about transferring to Luoyao 749? Learn under me?”

At that moment, Yan Feifan really wanted to slap himself twice.

His damn mouth.

Should’ve kept quiet.

“Hahaha, you’re joking, sir. Luoyao 749’s got top-notch people and great land. Me joining wouldn’t be icing on the cake—it’d just be a burden.”

“Besides, Ghost Festival just passed, personnel files just got updated. I don’t want to give our archives team extra trouble—too much paperwork.”

A tactful rejection.

Yan Feifan had made it this far entirely thanks to Lu Ding.

Maybe he wasn’t much use in a fight,

but Lu Ding hated writing reports, loved slacking off, and didn’t always think things through.

That’s where Yan Feifan came in.

If he left—

who’d handle Lu Ding’s reports?