First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 62: Sliced Into Tiny Pieces—Do I Even Need to Test You?

749 Bureau’s Confinement Room.

The iron door slid open.

Inside, a long-haired youth sat cross-legged on the bed.

A figure approached from the hallway.

"Hehe, Hemen… next time, don’t be so reckless."

"I’ve secured a redemption mission for you. Check the details on your phone and make sure to handle it well. Do a good job, make it look good. Got it?"

Director Deng Guofu stepped forward from the shadows.

Bai Hemen flipped off the bed, stepping out of the darkness.

His long hair flowed like a waterfall, and his cold, detached aura wrapped around him like a shroud.

Black clothes. Black pants. Black shoes. Subtle patterns etched into the fabric.

His attire wasn’t that of the living—it resembled burial clothes.

A faint green glow flickered in his pupils.

He carried both the presence of the living and the dead, the two energies intertwining within him.

Neither description fit him entirely.

He took the phone from Deng Guofu.

"Lu Ding?"

"Yep. Lu Ding. Just like you, he’s a very talented young man. You two should get along. No need for any conflicts."

At the mention of Lu Ding, Director Deng’s smile was gentle and fatherly.

Bai Hemen pocketed his phone.

"Got it. I’ll get going then. Take care of yourself, too."

"Yeah, yeah. And remember—don’t act on impulse. Don’t kill indiscriminately. And definitely don’t kill your teammates."

That last part?

That was why Bai Hemen had been locked up in the first place.

He killed his own teammates.

His previous mission was a team operation—tracking and capturing a fugitive Qi Cultivator.

This fugitive had committed several murders in other regions before hiding in a remote village for years.

By the time the team found him, the entire village was begging for his pardon.

That alone proved he had done a lot of good for them over the years.

A debate broke out.

Some of the team argued, “It’s been so long… why not just report him as dead? The higher-ups probably won’t investigate too deeply.”

But Bai Hemen completely disagreed.

"If you’re telling me the people he killed deserved to die—fine. If I personally believed that, I could let him go."

"If he were my closest friend, I might even break the rules, let him go, and accept my punishment, because loyalty and justice can’t always coexist."

"But he’s not my friend. And the people he killed weren’t criminals—they were innocent. No matter how much good he’s done since then, murder is murder. If you weren’t planning to see this mission through, then why the hell did you accept it in the first place?"

The moment he said that, the air in the room shifted.

A heated argument erupted.

Bai Hemen got annoyed.

So he immediately killed two of the guys who were insisting on letting the fugitive go.

And just like that…

the world became peaceful again.

When they returned, he filed the mission report, walked straight into confinement, and sat there quietly.

And now, he was finally breathing fresh air again.

Xingteng Capital - Basement Hallway.

A dozen security guards patrolled the outer corridor.

From their towering builds and professional equipment, they looked impressive.

But in reality?

They were worthless.

Lu Ding couldn’t understand it.

"You’re a damn corporate giant, dealing with hundreds of millions in assets. Would it kill you to hire some actual Qi Cultivators for security?"

"What’s the point of putting a bunch of ordinary humans here? Just for show? To comfort yourself?"

"This is your headquarters. If someone can make it this deep into your base, you think a few security guards are gonna stop them?"

"And to top it off, you’ve got a Vampire living in the basement."

"What kind of brain-dead idiot thinks a bunch of regular dudes can keep that thing safe?"

"Captain, I think I saw a shadow flying just now…"

One of the guards hesitantly reported over the radio.

See?

Lu Ding was practically flying right past his face, and he was still only “kind of” sure he saw something.

What’s the point of hiring these guys?

Lu Ding ignored him completely and floated past.

BZZT!

The guard’s vision went black, and his brain shut down like a fried motherboard.

All it took was a tiny fraction of the power from Drums of Heart-Shaking Thunder to knock him out.

As Lu Ding drifted through the corridor, he could hear muffled voices behind the walls.

He smirked.

"So even money can’t buy everything. This place’s soundproofing is absolute garbage."

"What a joke. This is some shoddy construction work."

On the other side of the thin walls was a spacious, lavishly decorated, fully enclosed chamber.

A dim red glow filled the air.

On an enormous bed, several naked bodies lay sprawled.

A figure with ghastly pale skin—Count Federer—suddenly whipped up his clothes, his body curling into the darkest corner of the room, right above the entrance.

He sensed Lu Ding through the walls.

And at the same time—

Lu Ding sensed him.

After all, Lu Ding wasn’t even trying to hide himself.

He walked in bold as day.

"A strong human… an Eastern Qi Cultivator… delicious blood…"

With his brilliant strategic mind, Count Federer came up with a foolproof plan.

Ambush!

He’d wait until the man walked through the door—then pounce and drain him dry!

As he licked his crimson lips, his fangs lengthened, and his eyes glowed red like the room itself.

Perfect plan.

Too bad reality is cruel.

Only civilized people walk through doors.

Lu Ding didn’t even use the front entrance when he went up sixty floors—what made you think he’d use the door to come down here?

BOOM!!!!!!!

The wall exploded.

Debris rained down as Lu Ding floated in through the dust.

Count Federer twisted his head toward the gaping hole.

"Eastern Qi Cultivator, your methods are truly unconventional."

"Oh my god, Western Vampire, your over-the-top translation accent is so f***ing annoying."

Count Federer adjusted his posture in the corner.

"Hah~ hah~ I've been insulted. But it doesn’t matter. Investigator, I will savor your blood—slowly, carefully—like a fine aged wine!"

In his vision, Lu Ding’s heart was beating with powerful, golden-tinged blood coursing through his veins.

"I’ve never seen blood of such high quality before…"

The vampire lunged forward, eager to test Lu Ding’s abilities.

But the moment he moved—

Lu Ding floated up.

His hand lifted.

And in an instant—

A storm of razor-sharp slashes filled the entire room.

The walls.

The floor.

The ceiling.

The luxurious crystal chandelier.

The million-dollar antique bed.

And, of course—

Count Federer’s body.

Everything was diced into pieces before he even had time to react.

In the moments before he was shredded into fine meat chunks, Count Federer’s eyes were filled with utter shock.

"This… this isn’t how this is supposed to go!"

"Aren’t we supposed to probe each other’s strengths first?"

"Aren’t we supposed to analyze each other’s weaknesses before committing to a full attack?"

"This is our first time meeting! Aren’t you afraid I might have some strange ability that counters your main attacks?!"

But as Federer’s consciousness faded, Lu Ding’s calm expression seemed to answer his unspoken question.

"Do I even need to test you?"