First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 60: Lu Ding Probably Won’t Come Knocking, Right? Tang Bao Probably Won’t Tell Him, Right?

The wind howled past his ears as Lu Ding grabbed him and shot toward the ground.

His body suddenly felt lighter.

Tang Bao tumbled onto the ground.

Lu Ding was already nowhere to be seen.

Looking ahead, he saw Lu Ding grab a patrolling man, rip off his arms and legs, and hurl him toward the cruise ship.

Thud!

A dense wave of resentful energy surged outward, engulfing the screaming man—he was being slaughtered by the spirits of those who had died tragically on the ship.

Talk about debts being paid.

Although these people weren’t the actual murderers, they were still guilty as accomplices.

749 Bureau usually doesn’t handle things like this... right?

Feeding live people to vengeful spirits would undoubtedly make the spirits even more ferocious.

But Tang Bao figured that if he called in the Wuzang Shengshe folks, they could take care of this place together.

Yeah! That’s it!

He was just doing his part to contribute.

Calling it "clinging to a powerhouse’s thigh" was way too crude—he was clearly assisting 749 Bureau’s law enforcement and protecting the residents of Bao Fan District.

749’s cleanup team is always so busy.

If he could help lighten their workload, why not?

Tang Bao pulled out his phone and sent a message to the Wuzang Shengshe group chat.

【Tang Bao/Group Owner: Anyone still awake, wake up the ones who aren’t. Grab your gear and get ready to work. Location: Yunhai Broken Bridge Pier. Mission: Pacify vengeful spirits and dispel malevolent energy.】

At that moment, he had no idea that this simple action would secure his future status not only in Bao Fan District but also in Yunhai itself.

He didn’t know that it would even earn him an unofficial position in Bao Fan District’s cleanup force.

But that was all for later.

For now, Lu Ding had already finished dealing with everyone.

Standing in front of the cruise ship, he gripped the last surviving suspect—a white foreigner who seemed to be the leader.

The man’s eyes flicked to the badge on Lu Ding’s shoulder.

"7... 749..."

"You’ve got a decent eye. At least you recognize that I’m a 749 Investigator. As a reward, you get a chance to say some last words," Lu Ding said calmly.

"I... I’m not a Han citizen... I demand... I demand extradition... I should be punished under the laws of the White-Headed Eagle..."

The man forced the words out with difficulty.

Lu Ding’s gaze was filled with mockery as he spoke, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You’ve got a body, but no brain, huh? You stand under the Han sky, walk on Han soil, help kill Han people, and now you want a proper cleanup process? And you expect me to send you back to face the White-Headed Eagle’s justice?"

"The management regulations... state that’s the procedure..."

Lu Ding burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Oh, is that so? Alright, fine. Let me put it this way—right now, I simply don’t like you. I’ve decided I want you dead. What are you gonna do about it? You can fight back—I’ll even give you the chance. Go on, resist! Come on!"

The grip around the man’s throat tightened.

Crack! Crack!

The sickening sound of bones snapping filled the air. Blood gushed from the man’s nose and mouth, choking him, leaving him unable to speak.

"If you have any complaints, feel free to report me—if you survive," Lu Ding sneered.

With a single slash, he split the man in half and tossed the pieces onto the ship.

Death was imminent.

The man’s hand flailed wildly in the air, grasping at nothing. His final words drifted through the wind—

"How can someone like you be a 749 Investigator...?"

Lu Ding crossed his arms.

"It takes someone like me to deal with scum like you."

Justice? Lu Ding had plenty of that.

Responsibility? He had that too.

So why shouldn’t he be a 749 Investigator?

He loved his country deeply—hadn’t he grown up benefiting from its system?

So, tell him—was there anything wrong with how he was handling things?

These bastards killed people and now had the audacity to demand legal protection?

The 749 Bureau’s Qi Cultivator Management Act clearly stated that investigators could exercise discretionary judgment in sudden incidents.

And as far as Lu Ding was concerned, every case he handled was a sudden incident.

If someone dared to resist, he dared to kill.

By the time Lu Ding was done, Yan Feifan and the Wuzang Shengshe crew had just arrived.

Seeing the group, Lu Ding frowned in confusion.

"What’s this?"

"Investigator Lu, you’re going to report this incident, right? I figured 749’s cleanup team might take a while to get here, and you probably have more important matters to handle. If you leave, things might get out of control here, and that would count as a work failure."

"Wuzang Shengshe is the leading Qi Cultivator group in Bao Fan District. We should assist you with your work. Once you leave, you can rest assured that we’ll handle the cleanup. Investigator Yan can stay behind to oversee us and report to 749’s team when they arrive."

It was a flawless plan—ensuring that Lu Ding wouldn’t waste even a second of his time.

Standing beside them, Yan Feifan’s face darkened.

What the hell?!

It’s 2025! Who the hell still fights to do grunt work?!

You’re not even part of 749—why are you so damn eager?!

You need help, dude. Go see a doctor. It’s late—go to bed like a normal person.

Smartass. Thought of everything, huh? Yeah, you’re the center of attention now, aren’t you?!

But for Lu Ding, it was indeed a well-thought-out plan.

"Feifan, stay here and brief the cleanup team when they arrive. I’ll report the case myself later."

"Got it, Lu-ge. I’ve sent you the details on Jia Yuanfang."

"Alright."

Lu Ding pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and took off into the night.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Yunhai—

Xingteng Capital.

This was where Jia Yuanfang worked after returning to the country—one of Yunhai’s well-known foreign enterprises.

Standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, she swirled a glass of red wine in her hand while making a call to her son, Cao Yuan.

"Don’t worry, Little Yuan. Mommy knows what she’s doing. Do you have enough money?"

"Alright, alright. Mommy understands."

Despite her calm words, Jia Yuanfang couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling.

She had heard of Lu Ding before, but she didn’t know much about him.

Even so, just the rumors alone were enough to make her feel on edge.

And now, there was still no news from the people she had sent after Tang Bao.

After some thought, she decided to call her younger son, Cao Yuan, to ask about Lu Ding.

Why not call her eldest, Cao Zi’ang?

Because he was part of 749 Bureau.

Her eldest son had no idea about her dealings.

If she called him now, there was a risk that he’d figure something out—or worse, expose her.

So, after weighing her options, she dialed her younger son instead.

But the answer she got was...

The news was a mixed bag.

The good news: Lu Ding had just killed Ye Feng in Caojia Alley that very night. He had also beaten Qiu Tianrang and killed Tang Hu from Wuzang Shengshe. That meant he now had a blood feud with Tang Long and Tang Bao. And apparently, after all that, Lu Ding had gone off to eat hotpot—he even said so himself before leaving.

The bad news: Qiu Tianrang, a formal investigator of 749 Bureau with a Linghai Realm cultivation, hadn’t even lasted a single exchange against Lu Ding.

Hanging up the call, Jia Yuanfang tried to reassure herself.

"Even if Tang Bao tells Lu Ding about the situation at Broken Bridge Pier, he’d probably hesitate, right? After all, Lu Ding killed his second brother, Tang Hu. Plus, the people I just sent out said they’ve already found Tang Bao and blocked him in. Everything should be fine… right?"

She repeated the word "right" a few too many times, and even she didn’t believe it.

Deep down, she knew she was just trying to comfort herself.

This was nothing more than a flimsy assumption. It wasn’t reliable.

It was too risky.

"Looks like I need to get the pier cleaned up as soon as possible. Erase all the evidence—leave nothing behind!"

As she was lost in thought, the white foreigner in pajamas leaned lazily against the floor-to-ceiling window and called out to her.

"Baby."

"Hold on, I need to make another call."

Jia Yuanfang dialed the numbers of the people at the pier.

But all she got was endless ringing.

No one picked up.

Her heart sank instantly.

The next second—

BOOM!

The outer wall of the 60-story skyscraper exploded, shattering into countless fragments.

Through the debris and dust, a shadow strolled in from the open sky—

as if taking a casual walk in the park.

"Alright, fine. I already sent you the video footage—handle it however you want."

"No, no, don’t worry. I wouldn’t charge in alone recklessly."

"The explosion just now? Oh, that? I was just getting angrier the more I thought about it, so I casually kicked down a wall."