First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 59: Enforcer Lu, I Tipped You Off—And They Beat Me Up!!

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Tang Bao scanned his surroundings.

Four white foreigners had positioned themselves at the four cardinal directions, completely encircling him.

Each one exuded a powerful aura—even his dead second brother, Tang Hu, had been a notch weaker than these guys.

And there were four of them.

Tang Bao snorted coldly—

He and his two brothers had always been the ones doing the gang beatings.

They had built Wuzang Shengshe specifically to bully others with numbers.

Who would have thought—today, he’d be the one getting gang-beaten instead?

“You want me to finish the job? How about I finish your mom instead?

You dumb*** white pig! I may specialize in rituals and sorcery, but my fists aren’t weak either—COME AT ME!!!”

The four white foreigners exchanged a look.

Since words weren’t working, they’d just beat him into submission first.

All four attacked at once, raining punches down on Tang Bao like a storm.

Yet even as he struggled to fend them off, he kept yelling defiantly—

“That all you got?! Doesn’t even hurt!!”

“F*** you, you stubborn yellow monkey—try this and see if it hurts!!”

One of the white foreigners grabbed a trash can fixed to a metal frame and swung it down toward Tang Bao’s head.

But before it could land—

A shadow suddenly dropped from the sky, growing larger and larger, until—

BOOM!!!!

The newcomer crashed straight into the white foreigner holding the trash can, crushing him and the can into a bloody mess.

The unexpected and brutal entrance immediately drew the attention of the remaining three.

“Who are you?!” one of them demanded.

“I am God.”

Lu Ding answered the moment he moved—his hand forming a claw, fingers piercing straight through the man’s face, in through the front, out through the back.

The sheer brutality of the execution shocked the last two, instantly snuffing out any thoughts of fighting back.

They didn’t even bother with a tough-guy act—the only thought in their minds was to run.

Someone who killed the moment they appeared, someone who one-shot an enemy with every move—who the f* would dare fight him?!**

“Run? Oh, now you wanna run? Where was that energy when you were beating me up?”

Tang Bao shouted, his voice tinged with a strange mix of rage and… was that grievance?

Lu Ding wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, but he thought he heard a hint of actual hurt feelings in Tang Bao’s tone.

Not that it mattered.

He was already set on this.

His figure blurred—

His hand shifted slightly into a claw, grabbed one of the fleeing men by the back of the neck, then yanked—

With a single pull, he ripped out the man’s entire head and spine, swinging the bloody remains like a weapon and slamming it into the last white foreigner.

The impact crushed him straight down the middle, his body splitting into two jagged halves from right shoulder to ribcage before he collapsed to the ground.

Somehow, Lu Ding made a blunt weapon feel sharper than a blade.

He casually flicked the remains aside.

Then he reached into his bag, pulled out a wet wipe, and wiped his hands.

Without looking up, he handed another to Tang Bao—

“You good?”

In that moment, Tang Bao finally understood how Yan Feifan felt.

So what if I’m weak?

So what if I’m not strong?

I have someone powerful backing me up!

And not just any powerful guy—Lu Ding was ridiculously, absurdly, unfairly strong.

Yeah, sure, you’re strong.

But he’s strong too.

All of you might be strong—but are you stronger than Lu Ding?

No? Then too bad!

I roll with Lu Ding.

Which means—it doesn’t matter how much stronger you are than me.

You have to be stronger than Lu Ding for it to matter.

F***, even if I were just a normal dude, with no cultivation at all, would you dare lay a finger on me without just cause?!

Pure, unshakable, overwhelming security.

This had to be the power of a demon.

Tang Bao’s mind swirled with thoughts for a long moment before he snapped back to reality.

He took the wet wipe and wiped the blood off his face.

“No… no problem, Enforcer Lu. My bones are tough, their fists are soft. Small issue.”

“Tell me about what happened at Broken Bridge Pier.”

Tang Bao immediately laid out everything, start to finish—

“Yesterday, the Zhenla guys contacted me about a job. Said the pay was fifty million…”

From beginning to end, he didn’t hide a thing.

Lu Ding listened to it all carefully.

“They’re probably not at the pier anymore. They should’ve returned to their company by now. Enforcer Lu, should we report this to the higher-ups?”

Tang Bao hesitated before asking.

He had assumed Lu Ding would just charge in right away—just like he had done when dealing with his second brother, Tang Hu.

But instead, Lu Ding said—

“Of course, we report it.”

If he stormed in right now, he’d definitely kill a ton of people.

But without filing a report first, it would be messy—especially since they were foreigners.

That was trickier to handle.

And Lu Ding knew himself.

He wasn’t the type to hold back.

So not only was he going to report it—

He was going to make it sound even more serious.

But before reporting it, he needed solid evidence.

With both witness and physical proof, he could file an airtight report.

Just like last time with the Yin Domain Overlap.

Conveniently, Tang Bao had just mentioned that those white foreigners had ordered him to finish the ritual—

That meant the resentful energy at the pier was still present.

He already had the witness—now he just needed the evidence.

Once everything was in place—by the time the 749 Bureau responded, he would’ve already slaughtered the vampire and dragged Cao Yuan’s mom straight to Cao Yuan himself.

If Cao Yuan showed any suspicious reaction—then mother and son could be arrested together.

Executed on the spot.

Lu Ding had already decided on the charges—

Mass murder of civilians.

Threatening public security.

Colluding with foreign monsters.

Treason.

With these accusations, he could kill them 800 times over, and no one would dare say a word against him.

Conspiring with monsters to harm ordinary people?

They had already sealed their fate.

Lu Ding stood up.

“I’m heading to Broken Bridge Pier now. You should head back.”

“No, no, no—Enforcer Lu, I’d rather stick with you!”

Tang Bao hurriedly got up to follow.

Jia Yuanfang had probably already sent people to Wuzang Shengshe to wait for him.

He had already told his older brother to lay low as soon as he messaged Lu Ding.

If he left Lu Ding’s side now, he was dead meat—it would just be giving them the chance to take him out one by one.

Tang Bao wasn’t stupid—he wasn’t about to walk into that trap.

Lu Ding could see through his thoughts immediately.

If you help someone, you help them all the way.

If you send a Buddha, you send them all the way to the West.

It wouldn’t be right to make Tang Bao take all the risks alone.

He wasn’t the type to use someone and then abandon them.

“Fine. You’re coming with me to Broken Bridge Pier.”

With that, Lu Ding grabbed Tang Bao by the collar—

And soared into the sky.

As the clouds rushed past and the landscape blurred beneath him, Tang Bao felt a surge of envy.

When the hell would he be able to fly too?!

Borrowing external powers could allow for a brief glide through the sky, but that was just gliding, not true flight.

If he could actually fly, then even if he couldn’t win, he could at least escape.

At first, Tang Bao had been wondering whether Lu Ding might have trouble dealing with the vampire.

But now, seeing this—

The vampire was nothing.

Even if Lu Ding couldn’t kill him, he could outrun him.

Sure, vampires could fly too.

But compared to Lu Ding’s speed—it was like comparing a wild duck to a fighter jet.

And vampires still had to turn into a swarm of bats to move.

What kind of beastly nonsense was that?

All that flapping—how fast could they even go?

They were nothing more than big, useless moths.

Lu Ding moved fast.

In no time, he had arrived above Broken Bridge Pier.

Looking down, he saw the cruise ship still docked there, its deck shrouded in thick, oppressive resentful energy.

Lingering spirits drifted across the ship.

All of them had boarded with the hope of returning home—

Yet now, their homeland was within reach, but they could never step foot on it again.

This was the fate of those who died at sea.

Rage began to bubble within Lu Ding’s chest.

His breath grew heavy, his vision burned with disgust.

The longer he thought about it, the more suffocated he felt.

Why were these people on this ship?

He didn’t know.

But seeing their lingering will to return home—that was all he needed to know.

Maybe they were crew members.

Maybe they were travelers, exploring the world.

Maybe they had other stories he would never hear.

But one thing was certain—

They were never supposed to die like this.

Feeling the surging intensity of Lu Ding’s presence, Tang Bao glanced down at the white foreigners patrolling the pier, ensuring no outsiders approached the ship.

Then he turned to Lu Ding and asked:

“Enforcer Lu, what’s the plan?”

Lu Ding reached down and switched off the recording device on his chest.

The physical evidence had been captured—the video record of the ship was secured.

And now, the device should be out of battery.

He extended one finger toward the cruise ship.

“They died.”

Then, he lowered his hand, pointing at the white foreigners below.

“That means they shouldn’t be alive.”

A single thought shoved aside everything else in Tang Bao’s mind—

It was time for a slaughter.