First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 46: Still Got a Stubborn Mouth? Come on, Kill Me if You Dare!

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Wuzang Shengshe, located in Bao Fan District, Wanjia United Street.

This place was also known as Wanjia Complex.

As mentioned earlier, Bao Fan District used to be the most prosperous area in Yunhai. While it was no longer number one, it still ranked among the top.

Because of its glorious past, Bao Fan District became a melting pot of all kinds of people—good and bad mixed together. Wanjia Complex was a prime example.

It used to be like a shantytown, with houses crammed together, stacked one atop another.

Later, the government wanted to demolish it, saying it was too dangerous, but they couldn’t get it done. The project dragged on for over a decade.

Eventually, when the government realized demolition wasn’t going to happen, they handed the project over to private developers.

That’s when the four founders of Sihai Group made their move. Teaming up with the biggest landlords in Wanjia Complex, they forcibly tore the place down and rebuilt it with dense high-rises.

This was their promise to the residents.

Sihai Group made its name through this project, officially stepping into the real estate industry. Now, it had expanded into multiple sectors.

Wuzang Shengshe was nestled right in Wanjia Complex.

Though the name suggested a single district, the population was easily several times greater than ten thousand.

With such a densely packed community of people from all over the country, conflicts were inevitable. Differences in customs and cultures led to frequent strange and supernatural incidents in the past.

That was how Wuzang Shengshe got its start—solving these problems for the residents.

Technically, these issues could have been reported to the local security office, which would then escalate them to 749 Bureau.

But Wanjia Complex housed many people who preferred to stay off the radar. Reporting to the authorities wasn’t an option for them.

Over time, Wuzang Shengshe became something like the neighborhood’s guardian deity.

Their incense offerings were overwhelming.

On the first and fifteenth of every month, the massive incense burner, big enough to fit several people, had to be emptied multiple times a day.

That’s how strong their presence was.

This was also why Tang Hu didn’t take Lu Ding seriously.

Confidence.

With the immense spiritual energy fueled by these incense offerings, the old spirits residing within the three Tang brothers had grown unimaginably powerful.

But three people alone weren’t enough. They recruited other Qi cultivators, forming Wuzang Shengshe together.

More people meant more resources were needed.

Money could always be earned again, but the materials required for their rituals were consumed at a rapid pace and weren’t easy to obtain.

Major powers had their own supply chains.

But what did Wuzang Shengshe have?

Even their name suggested they weren’t using ordinary materials.

Things like placenta pills, human bones, human blood, and even stems and body parts of protected animals and plants.

These things were hard to acquire domestically. Small amounts could be legally obtained, like human blood—every year, the national blood bank refreshed its stock, and ritual work didn’t require a specific blood type.

For placenta pills and human bones, hospitals and other shady places could provide them. The paperwork was technically legitimate, but the supply was limited.

And as for protected species? That was even trickier.

But hey—Zhenla had everything. In bulk. Fresh or aged, whatever you needed.

Wuzang Shengshe saw an opportunity.

Of course, they couldn’t report to 749 Bureau saying they needed to go to Zhenla to buy these materials.

So, they secretly arranged their own supply channels.

For years, their transactions went smoothly.

Until this time.

They got caught.

A security officer inspecting fruit shipments happened to open one of their crates—only to find boxes full of animal parts, bones, and even skulls.

Any normal person would be horrified at the sight.

Security officers were people too.

And so, Wuzang Shengshe caught them on the spot.

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Inside Wuzang Shengshe’s headquarters.

The glow of ritual lamps cast a reddish hue across the room.

Three golden statues stood high on the altar, draped in ceremonial scrolls, absorbing the thick incense offerings.

A man stood bare-chested.

A vivid tattoo of a tiger descending from the mountains covered his back.

His feet moved in sacred steps, hands forming ritual gestures, his eyes turning pure white.

This was Tang Hu, the second-in-command of Wuzang Shengshe—the "Tiger Descending the Mountain"!

Taking a burning incense stick, he dragged its ember along his muscled chest, face, abdomen, and arms before biting down on the glowing tip.

Tang Hu chewed with relish.

In an instant, his white eyes turned amber, his entire aura shifting into something wild and untamed—like a beast from the mountains.

The security officers tied up nearby were shaken by the sight.

This cult leader… actually seemed to have real power…

Only one of them remained unfazed.

Spitting out the rag stuffed in her mouth, she snapped furiously,

“Pah! A bunch of cultists!”

“Do you even know what kind of crime it is to detain security officers? I’m telling you, think carefully—release us and turn yourselves in. Maybe you’ll get a lighter sentence.”

The woman’s sharp voice rang through the room.

Her name was Yan Biexi, an officer from Yin Xing Public Security Bureau.

Her mother was in politics, her father in business—she had connections.

But her work ethic was undeniable. Efficient and thorough.

Her only flaw?

She was too fiery.

Her words alone revealed her straightforward, hot-tempered nature.

Some might call her reckless.

After all, in a situation like this—tied up, facing such an overwhelming force—she still had the guts to talk back.

But that was exactly the kind of person a security officer needed to be.

If you were an ordinary citizen, suffering from injustice, and you happened to encounter her—

You’d be in luck.

Because she’d fight for you.

And she wouldn’t stop until justice was served.

She had connections and a strong sense of justice.

Calling her a modern-day righteous official wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Even if she tended to overstep her authority.

Tang Hu emerged from his trance, accepting a towel from a subordinate to wipe the sweat off his face.

Lighting a cigarette, he crossed his legs and scrutinized Yan Biexi.

“Heh, idiot. Do you really think you’re the one in control here?”

Tang Hu sneered, raising his thumb and pointing to himself.

“It’s me. I’m in control. And talking to me like that—you’re not afraid I’ll make you suffer a little?”

“Suffer? Pfft, come on! Kill me! Let’s see if you’ve got the guts. You think I’m scared of a smuggler and a cult leader?”

Her words made Tang Hu pause.

He’d seen stubborn people before.

But never someone as hard-headed as Yan Biexi.

She had a point.

As arrogant as he was, even he wouldn’t dare kill a security officer.

Detaining one and killing one were two very different crimes.

His plan had been simple—intimidate them into keeping their mouths shut.

Make them forget what they saw tonight.

Make sure they didn’t file a report.

Because if word got out—Lu Ding would come knocking.

He and Lu Ding were already at odds.

Previously, when Wuzang Shengshe bought ritual materials, most patrol officers turned a blind eye.

But Lu Ding never joined them for drinks.

His stance was unclear.

And his infamous reputation only made Wuzang Shengshe more cautious.

The Ghost Festival was approaching.

They were running low on supplies.

That was why they’d taken a gamble, arranging this shipment from Zhenla.

And now, thanks to these damn security officers, everything was falling apart.

Tang Hu’s patience snapped.

Reaching into the incense burner, he grabbed a handful of ash and rubbed it between his palms, infusing it with secret arts.

“So, you’ve got a hard mouth, huh?!”