First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 77: Python-Pattern Martial Sleeves—Time for You Two to Lose Your Heads

The more Lu Ding killed, the more numb the one-eyed man felt. The more he killed, the more terrified he became.

In the end, Lu Ding had killed his way to Cao Yutang, to the vampire, to the Soul-Reaping Messenger Cao Zi’ang.

Seeing that the strength of those dying was getting closer and closer to his own realm, the one-eyed man finally understood.

He got it. Lu Ding got it too!

Alright, fine, you win. Lu Ding, you’re f***ing incredible. Here, have some applause. I won’t mess with you anymore, okay? The Wind-Fixing Pearl isn’t even in your hands anymore.

Let’s just call it even and wipe the slate clean.

I won’t hold a grudge about you snatching my pearl anymore. You go your way, I’ll go mine.

The pearl is with Cao Ying now, and the Zhima Beasts are also in his hands.

I’ll just go after Cao Ying instead, alright?

This has nothing to do with you anymore. You just had a conflict with the Cao family earlier—shouldn’t you be happy if I go trouble them now?

And so, Liu Xingchuan, the Tianli Cult branch master, was left stuck between feeling humiliated and enraged.

Seriously, is Lu Ding insane?

He’s got to be sick in the head!

With this kind of strength, why the hell is he still an intern investigator? Why hasn’t he gotten promoted to a formal investigator yet? What the hell is he doing?

Can’t he kill fewer people and focus on killing more monsters?

And the Cao family—what a bunch of brain-dead idiots. Why did they have to interfere with his work?

If he just killed more monsters, he’d get promoted faster!

The mere thought that a dignified Tianli Cult branch master had to consider the presence of a 749 intern investigator made Liu Xingchuan’s head hurt.

If it were a formal investigator, fine, that would at least make some sense.

But an intern?

If word got out, it’d be humiliating.

“Phew......”

“Branch Master, it’s been three days now. What if Cao Ying has already eaten the Zhima Beasts?”

Faced with his subordinate’s question, Liu Xingchuan opened his one good eye and looked over. “He wouldn’t. Based on my intel, these past few days Cao Ying has been busy settling the affairs of his fallen brothers’ families. Besides, refining the Zhima Beasts into pills wouldn’t be that fast.”

“Eating them raw would be a waste. He may be a treasure hunter, but he’s not an idiot.”

“So the Zhima Beasts are definitely still there. As long as we grab them, we’ll retreat immediately. No surprises.”

In short, solid plan. No flaws.

Liu Xingchuan was extremely confident. This was an open scheme with no counter. Even if Lu Ding caught on, what could he do?

On one side, there were monsters.

On the other, Caojia Alley.

There’s no way he’d ignore the monsters just to deal with Caojia Alley, right?

Plus, the monster outbreak would happen first. By the time Lu Ding rushed over to the front lines to fight, they would already be in Caojia Alley snatching their target.

How would he even get back in time?

What, does he think monsters are just standing around like cabbages waiting to be chopped down?

Sure, he’s strong. Insanely strong. A genius.

But he can’t possibly be that strong, right?

He’s only had so much time to grow—strength has limits, it needs time to develop!!

With this setup, Liu Xingchuan was guaranteed to win!

The rest of the Tianli Cult members thought the same after analyzing the situation. It made perfect sense.

There was only one minor issue—Zhou Lie and Guang Fei’s safety.

Lu Ding was a ruthless killer who didn’t even blink while turning people into minced meat.

If those two got caught spying on him...

Feeling everyone’s eyes on them, Zhou Lie patted his chest.

“No worries. If we get caught, we fight. I know I can’t beat him—I have a clear understanding of my own strength.”

Guang Fei, standing beside him with his arms crossed, followed up, “But when it comes to running away, the two of us are top-tier.”

The group nodded. Sound logic.

These two were famous for their agility. Otherwise, Liu Xingchuan wouldn’t have assigned them to tail Lu Ding in the first place.

“Good. Get ready. At eleven o’clock, we’ll move out and split up.”

Time ticked away, second by second.

Today was the Ghost Festival, the fifteenth of the seventh lunar month.

According to folk traditions, people should avoid going out after nightfall.

So, many had already returned home early.

Especially by late night.

But then again, younger people didn’t care for these superstitions. Ghost Festival or not, for them, nighttime was when life truly began.

10:50 PM.

Lu Ding pulled open the door and saw Yan Feifan standing at the entrance, carrying multiple shopping bags.

“What’s all this?”

“Brother Lu, Bai Hemen sent these clothes over this afternoon. You were busy cultivating, so he left first. Since it’s the Ghost Festival tonight, he’s on standby for emergency support.”

Lu Ding took the bags and casually opened one.

The moment he pulled out the clothes, his eyes lit up.

Damn, just damn.

A black-and-white contrast martial robe with python patterns, edged with golden embroidery that intricately outlined the serpent—one look and you could tell it wasn’t cheap. He didn’t even need to try it on to know that this outfit would make him look absolutely badass!

The only problem? It was too eye-catching to wear out in modern society.

Then he opened the second bag—an entire set of dark custom-tailored suits, from top to bottom, exuding both charm and elegance.

Although the suit was undeniably stylish, Lu Ding still preferred the martial robe.

Suits were handsome.

Martial robes? They were both badass and handsome.

Grabbing the bag, he turned around. “Give me a sec.”

Yan Feifan waited patiently. Not long after, Lu Ding walked out again, completely redefining Yan Feifan’s concept of looking good.

The wide sleeves emphasized grace, elevating his demeanor and highlighting depth. The fitted portions accentuated power, carving out strength and exuding authority.

And with Lu Ding’s perfect physique—

Absolutely stunning!

“Damn, Brother Lu, did you just change skins? You went from classic to legendary! People always say clothes make the man, but you were already handsome—now you’re dressed like this? How’s anyone supposed to compete!?”

“Hahahahaha, I like how you talk. Once the Ghost Festival is over, hotpot’s on me.”

Lu Ding was satisfied, but one thing puzzled him—how had Bai Hemen managed to get these two exquisitely crafted outfits in just half a day?

Somewhere in a tailor shop, a certain someone: Where else could he have gotten them? He wrung them out of me, that’s where! He rattled off his measurements without missing a beat, said he needed them today, and didn’t say a single extra word. I didn’t even dare ask—afraid he’d kill me on the spot. I just hate that I’m not some ordinary guy...

Otherwise, how the hell would you dare to wring me dry like this!!!?

Time to get to work!?

Outside the Public Security Bureau.

Two figures were hiding among the dense branches of a banyan tree, more than ten meters above the ground, sneakily observing the building.

Their eyes stayed glued to the entrance.

The moment Lu Ding walked out, dressed in the martial robe—

Both of them simultaneously curled their lips.

“Sensationalist.” x2

But here’s the thing—what was Lu Ding’s specialty?

The Flying Bear Slaughtering Art.

The technique of the undisputed overlord spanning north and south of Twin Boundary Mountain—

And you dare whisper behind his back?

Had it been an ordinary Linghai cultivator, maybe they wouldn’t have heard. But these two were just unlucky enough to run into Lu Ding after his recent breakthrough. Talk about bad timing.

A faint breeze passed by.

“What did you just say? My hearing is very sharp—don’t talk sh*t about me behind my back.”

The moment Lu Ding’s voice rang out, the two nearly tumbled from the tree in terror.

Looking at the man standing below in his martial robe, alarm bells went off in their heads.

Why is he so fast!?!

Wasn’t he supposed to be known for his monstrous physique, unparalleled talent, and profound mastery of techniques?

Since when was he this fast as well!?

No one had ever mentioned him having insane speed!!!

What now?

They couldn’t fight him.

They couldn’t outrun him.

A single thought flashed through both their minds simultaneously: We’re screwed.

“I… we were just pa—”

Guang Fei had wanted to make up an excuse, to say they were just passing by.

But in the next second, his gaze uncontrollably drifted downward—

Down to where he and Zhou Lie’s headless bodies stood, blood gushing out like fountains.

Like a damn sprinkler system.

Seeing Lu Ding hovering midair, feet suspended in the void, Guang Fei finally understood—

He wasn’t just fast.

He was flying.