First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 57: You Made Such a Big Move in His District—You're Done!

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Splitting the story into two parts.

Following his memory, Lu Ding directed Yan Feifan to drive toward the hotpot restaurant where he had previously caught a whiff of an enticing aroma by chance.

He had actually wanted to try it that day.

But eating hotpot alone felt a little strange.

Coincidentally, today’s events were worth celebrating—it was, at the very least, the elimination of a hidden threat.

And on top of that, Yan Feifan had made a breakthrough.

Now there were three people—hotpot would be lively, and that sounded pretty nice.

Inside the car.

Seeing Xie Shunan looking a bit uneasy, Lu Ding casually asked, “What are you afraid of? Didn’t you say you had something you wanted to discuss with me in person?”

“Go ahead, we’ve got time now.”

Originally, Xie Shunan had planned to talk to Lu Ding about Ye Feng.

But now, there was no need—the guy was dead. What was there to talk about?

And Lu Ding hadn’t mentioned anything else from start to finish.

This unsettled Xie Shunan a little.

She had thought about many things along the way, and now that Lu Ding had brought it up himself, she spoke:

“Enforcer Lu, thank you for helping my Xie family resolve this crisis. I don’t have much to offer in return, but if there’s anything you need—

as long as my family has it, we’ll do our best to provide it.”

Although Lu Ding had done it for himself, the Xie family had benefited too—that much was undeniable.

He didn’t bother with pleasantries.

“I don’t need anything else. Just help me find some Rare Spiritual Treasures—and make sure they’re good quality.”

Artifacts were tempting, sure, but personal strength was the foundation—only a strong body could forge strong weapons.

Finding high-quality Rare Spiritual Treasures was tough, but if the Xie family put in the effort, it wasn’t impossible.

This wasn’t an unreasonable request.

Xie Shunan asked again, “Is there… anything else?”

“No, just the Rare Spiritual Treasures.”

“Alright then, Enforcer Lu. I’ll get back to you in a while.”

After saying that, she turned to the front and said, “Enforcer Yan, could you drop me off at the next intersection? I can head back on my own.”

“Leaving already? You’re here anyway—it’s just an extra pair of chopsticks. Stay for a meal before heading home.”

The customs from Lu Ding’s past life still influenced him even now.

For example—“You’re already here. It’s just an extra pair of chopsticks.”

A single meal wouldn’t make him poor, nor would it make others rich.

“No, no, Enforcer Lu, my father still doesn’t know about what happened today. I need to go back and tell him.”

Since she insisted, Lu Ding didn’t push it.

He found an intersection and let her out.

Watching the taillights disappear into the distance…

Xie Shunan thought to herself—Lu Ding didn’t seem that scary after all.

As long as you didn’t provoke him.

If you minded your own business, he was actually quite gentle.

Where was the gentleness?

Well, he invited people to hotpot.

If it were anyone else, Xie Shunan might have cursed them out—“Are you crazy? I’m a CEO, and you want me to go eat hotpot in the middle of the night?”

But Lu Ding…

He was different.

So it was a different story.

The car twisted and turned, up slopes and down steps, until finally—with Lu Ding’s sharp sense of smell leading the way—

The Sichuan-style Old Hotpot hidden deep in an alley was successfully located.

Inside the restaurant—

Dishes were ordered, the pot was set up, and the broth began to bubble.

Pick up a slice of tripe, dip it in and out seven times, eat it while it’s still a little hot—crisp, numbing, spicy, and delicious.

Wash it down with a bottle of ice-cold beer.

Perfection!!!

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Yunhai, Broken Bridge Pier.

At 4 AM, Tang Bao watched the floating remnants of talisman flames before him, unable to sleep.

And he couldn’t help but wonder—

What the f*** are these foreigners going so crazy for?!

With the Ghost Festival approaching, the Yang energy of Heaven and Earth was weakening, and all sorts of supernatural entities were emerging.

Business at Wuzang Shengshe had also picked up.

But due to Tang Hu’s self-inflicted downfall, the organization had lost a powerful enforcer.

So now, instead of just managing things, Tang Bao had to personally step up.

Earlier that evening—

A Zhenla man he did business with suddenly messaged him, asking if he was interested in a big job—the client was loaded.

Tang Bao asked for details, but the Zhenla man hemmed and hawed before finally getting to the point—exorcising resentful spirits and dispelling evil.

Tang Bao thought, “That’s right up my alley.

He could assign any random sect member for a job like that.

Then he asked, “How much?”

The Zhenla man immediately said—50 million.

Tang Bao had just picked up his teacup—but his hand froze mid-air.

How much?!

50 million?! Just for exorcising spirits and dispelling evil?!

Something didn’t feel right.

But money moves people’s hearts—big jobs like this weren’t easy to come by.

So Tang Bao decided to take it himself.

Once he agreed, they told him to meet at Broken Bridge Pier that night.

But the more he thought about it, the more it felt off.

50 million just to exorcise spirits? That wasn’t normal.

So, he played it smart.

At his sect’s incense hall, he grabbed a handful of incense ash, kneaded it into the shape of a clay doll, and used a drop of blood from his tongue to activate it.

He would go—but he’d keep his distance.

He’d let the doll perform the ritual in his place.

If nothing went wrong, great.

If something small happened, he’d step in personally—worst case, he’d take a pay cut.

But if something big went down, he’d run for his damn life.

When he arrived at the pier—

The Zhenla man stood there like a lackey, with a burly woman and a few white foreigners leading the group.

And the more Tang Bao looked at the woman, the more familiar she seemed.

After thinking for a moment—wasn’t this Cao Yuan’s mom, who had just returned from abroad?!

After a quick exchange, Tang Bao learned that Cao Yuan’s mom and the white foreigners were the actual employers.

But whatever—as long as they paid up, he didn’t care.

Following their instructions, Tang Bao set up his altar at the pier entrance.

He waited an hour, then another.

Then—

A deep, eerie horn echoed across the water.

A cruise ship slowly approached from the distance.

And damn, that thing was billowing black smoke, looking like it was actually on fire.

Of course, it wasn’t real fire—it was resentment.

The moment he saw the ship—Tang Bao’s heart skipped a beat.

What the hell was inside that thing?!

He didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

As the cruise ship docked—

Cao Yuan’s mother, the white foreigners, and the Zhenla men…

All dropped to their knees.