First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 272: If the 749 Folks Show Up, It's All Over

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Lu Ding was vaguely excited.

Whether it was those Fireball Children or those four evil gods—they were no ordinary beings.

If he could contain them all......

Lu Ding smiled.

“Got it, Uncle. Thanks for telling me all this. You get some rest now, I’ll go file the report.”

The crooked-mouthed, slant-eyed old Daoist said, “No need to be polite with me. I’m broke now, yeah, but someday I won’t be. Once I’ve got something, we won’t have to milk 749 anymore......”

He paused.

Lu Ding turned his head: “Milk 749 for what?”

“Nothing, nothing. You just go, be careful, just remember to file the report. Don’t go yourself, way too dangerous, not worth it.”

“You just get ready to eat well and live large with the old Daoist.”

“Got it, Uncle.”

Lu Ding quickly walked out of the villa.

Not go?

How could he not?

If someone else killed off all those things and he didn’t get a piece of it, that’d be a huge loss for him.

After he left—

The crooked-mouthed, slant-eyed old Daoist looked at his hand clenched like a chicken claw, still unable to loosen.

“You wait. I’ll find you sooner or later. You dared to go against me, it’s not over. It’s definitely not over between us. No one’s getting away clean!!”

“The old Daoist has a successor now. You just wait. Worst case, we go down together!”

The more he thought, the angrier he got. The angrier he got, the more he thought.

Eventually it tugged on his wound.

“Ahh..... owww～”

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Meanwhile—

Lu Ding sped back to Yunhai 749.

As soon as the report was filed—

The leadership team held a full meeting, took it extremely seriously.

Inside the Tier-One Conference Room.

Looking around, Lu Ding was the only non-leader present.

But he stood right at the front.

Behind him was a smart electronic map board.

He began.

From start to finish, not one person questioned him or raised any objections.

There was only Lu Ding’s voice.

And the reason was simple.

What 749 did was protect ordinary citizens’ lives and property, and uphold national security.

Anything that could happen—

Even if it was just a rumor—deserved utmost attention.

That’s the job. If you keep doubting this and that every day, are you even working?

Even a one-percent chance needs high-level confirmation.

Because that one percent might be exactly what happens.

‘If’ the intel Lu Ding got was legit, then if something went down, the impact would be massive.

Huokang Village had a thousand residents.

And this also tied back to the massive explosion at Broken Bridge Pier from a few years ago.

That case was practically cold.

It had never been solved, and was one of Yunhai 749’s biggest unresolved headaches.

Now there was a lead, and it was linked to the Tianli Cult.

Also involved the Kitchen God, and the Four Pillars Fate Gods.

Adding it all together—

The issue was terrifyingly huge.

It was a major case, one that hadn’t come around in years.

If this could be nailed down—

And the timing was right—

They might just wipe out the Tianli Cult, one of the biggest cancers in the Great Han.

Then the name of Yunhai 749 would echo across the country once more!

Their reputation would reach new heights.

And beyond those abstract perks, there were tangible ones too.

For example, Yunhai 749’s per capita salary and benefits.

If this mission succeeded, it’d definitely go up!

From top to bottom.

At that point, Lu Ding would truly become the face of Yunhai 749.

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Meanwhile—

Outside Yunhai, in Huokang Village.

It was lively too.

The thousand-strong village was booming.

In the village—

Many unfamiliar faces were going back and forth.

Ask them and they’re tourists. Don’t ask and they’re Tianli Cult members.

On a hillside above Huokang Village—

A young man sat hugging his knees, looking at the bustling village.

Firelight flickered from below, lighting up a faint red scar on Feng Shang’s chin.

Enjoying this moment of liveliness—

Two figures emerged from the shadows behind him.

They were none other than the Tianli Cult’s current Taiji and future Imperial Rank—two deputy leaders.

“Feng Shang, long time no see.”

“It’s only been a year, how’s that a long time.”

Feng Shang didn’t even look back.

The two leaned against a tree in the darkness, only faint outlines visible.

“Not coming out?” Feng Shang asked.

The two in the dark chuckled: “We’re used to staying mysterious.”

“Still playing that pretentious game. Did all of this year’s Taishui ore get delivered? Any issues on the way?”

“We’ve been staying quiet this whole time. There were some shortages before, but now it’s all been replenished.”

“And we used manual transport—the most primitive method. Took the most remote routes. There’s absolutely no tail.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

In the darkness, they spoke back and forth.

Feng Shang looked at the village: “I used to trust you guys completely. After all, we’ve been working together for years.”

“But this year, I’m uneasy.”

“You’ve made one blunder after another, lost a lot of people. Even Guo Wuji died in Yunmeng. He was an old acquaintance—I couldn’t even see him off.”

As he spoke, Feng Shang shifted tone, pointing to the village below, tracing circles: “This village used to be this small. I built it up bit by bit into what it is now.”

“I’m not letting your slip-ups destroy my hard work.”

“If 749 shows up, then it’s all over.”

“Then Huokang Village will be just like Heishan Village on Daheshan—it’ll be evacuated and moved into the city.”

Hearing this—

The current Taiji and future Imperial Rank in the dark fell silent.

Whether it was Guo Wuji or Heishan Village, both had fallen to Lu Ding.

And when it came to that nearly flawless monster whose growth rate felt like photosynthesis—

The two of them could only feel helpless.

They couldn’t target him, couldn’t beat him.

They could push around the little guys, but when they went after a big one like Guo Wuji—he was huge, right?

Lu Ding was in the Divine Palace Realm. Guo Wuji was in the Earth Observer Realm. Two whole realms above. That should’ve been solid, right?

And the result?

Turns out, the guy had someone in the Heaven Observer Realm quietly backing him.

Thinking of that, both sighed.

“That’s ancient history now, why even bring it up? The Tianli Cult’s been laying low for ages. Not just Lu Ding—even regular investigators, we haven’t let anyone provoke them.”

“All just to make sure this plan goes smoothly.”

Hearing that, a smile appeared on Feng Shang’s face.

The two found him increasingly ironic.

“Just relax. Whether it’s 749 or Lu Ding, there’s absolutely, absolutely no way they’ll discover our plan.”

“After all, we’ve been hiding in plain sight for years.”

“Anyway, how’s your Four Pillars Fate Gods coming along?”

They steered the topic elsewhere.

Because that one—they really didn’t know how to keep going with.

Talking about Lu Ding was like picking at a scab.

Like stabbing their sore spot.

Like asking, do you even have a brain?

Catchy, isn’t it?