First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

A handful of incense ash scattered across Yan Biexi, and in an instant, a searing pain, as if her entire body was being burned, consumed her.

Yan Biexi clenched her teeth, her body trembling uncontrollably, sweat pouring down like rain, yet she didn’t let out a single scream.

Tang Hu watched. “Still holding out? Keep holding out. Let’s see how long you can last. What, planning to get out of here, get a medical report, and come after me later?”

A cold sneer crept across his face.

“You’re thinking too much. You’ll only feel pain, but you won’t have any wounds. No matter how advanced the medical equipment, they won’t be able to detect what happened to you. But if you cooperate, swear to keep quiet about tonight’s events, and sign an affidavit, I’ll let you go. Otherwise—”

Before he could finish—

Boom!

The entire door, along with its frame and part of the wall, exploded into splinters.

Lu Ding walked in.

Continuing where Tang Hu had left off, he asked, “Otherwise, what?”His gaze swept over Yan Biexi, who was enduring the torment. With a simple wave of his hand, a cool breeze passed through the room, enveloping her.

The scorching pain vanished.

But the fear lingered.

In those mere ten seconds, she had felt as though she were burning alive, tortured without the mercy of unconsciousness or death—pure agony.

But he had saved her.

She looked at Lu Ding and the man standing behind him—Gao Zhengliang.

She didn’t recognize Lu Ding, but she had seen Gao Zhengliang before.

The Director of Bao Fan District Public Security Bureau.

“So… did the Director call him here…?”

Lu Ding frowned slightly at the exhausted Yan Biexi.

In novels, the protagonist always arrived at the perfect moment, preventing the victim from suffering any pain.

Why didn’t it work that way for him?

“Lu Ding!! What do you mean by this?!”

Tang Hu demanded, “You smashed up Wuzang Shengshe’s place, beat up my people—if you don’t give me an explanation today, I don’t care if you’re 749 or a corpse-shattering Taishui. You’re not leaving!”

At his words, the Qi cultivators in the room immediately surrounded Lu Ding.

Lu Ding’s expression remained calm, utterly unmoved. His voice was indifferent as he declared:

“Threatening a 749 investigator. Attempting to assault a 749 investigator. Unlawfully detaining law enforcement officers. Torturing officers of the law. Multiple charges combined.”

“As a 749 Patrol Investigator of Bao Fan District—I sentence you all to death. Effective immediately.”

The moment his words fell, so did his blade.

This was the same devastating Slash Attack that had torn through hundreds of ghosts the night before.

A sharp slicing sound rang through the air—

The unmistakable noise of flesh and bone being severed.

Blood erupted, flesh scattered.

Before anyone could react, it was already over.

Lu Ding stepped forward.

Behind him, Gao Zhengliang hesitated, half-raising his hand as if he wanted to stop him.

But Lu Ding was too fast. His killing intent was too absolute.

Before Gao Zhengliang could even open his mouth, before he could make a single move—

Everyone in the room had already been dealt with.

Lu Ding took a seat, raised his hand—

And in that instant, the three divine statues and scrolls on the altar shattered into dust.

He scoffed, “What kind of wild gods dare to sit behind my seat?”

On the ground, Tang Hu was left with only half his body.

His upper torso propped against the blood-soaked floor, his screams choking in his throat.

Lu Ding looked down at him. “There’s your explanation. Satisfied?”

Now, it was Lu Ding who crossed his legs.

“You weren’t the one saying I was just some newbie burning three ceremonial fires? Weren’t you asking why I acted so high and mighty?”

“Well, here’s your fire. And now you understand why I act like I do.”

“So now, tell me—what the hell were you thinking?”

“Who gave you the guts to capture a security officer?”

“Who gave you the audacity to threaten me?”

His tone was light, casual, like chatting with a friend over tea.

Except—this place was no café.

And the man before him was not his friend.

“Hhh… hhah…”

Tang Hu wheezed, inhaling sharply through the pain.

Behind him, the swirling smoke carried the faint scent of sandalwood, dispelling the stench of blood.

A massive tiger’s head loomed within the mist, its features so lifelike it seemed poised to pounce.

This was the old spirit inhabiting Tang Hu.

A mountain lord who had passed his tribulation and descended from the peaks.

A ruler of the wild, whose very presence made beasts scatter and evil retreat.

Lu Ding sneered.

“You want a fight? Then come in your true form. Killing this flimsy Qi-formed projection is a waste of my time. Get lost.”

“ROAR!!!”

Behind Lu Ding, a bear’s head manifested.

With a single furious bellow—

The entire mountain spirit shattered.

Tang Hu, caught in the blast, was flung against the wall, rolling to the ground.

His injuries overwhelmed him—he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Y-you… you win, Lu Ding… You’re the real deal… The corpse-shattering Taishui really is unmatched in brutality.”

This time, Tang Hu was truly convinced.

And he had no choice but to be convinced.

He was already severely wounded.

If he didn’t receive treatment soon, this very hall would become his grave.

But that wasn’t what Lu Ding wanted to hear.

“Answer my question. Who gave you the guts?”

The suffocating pressure returned.

Tang Hu’s body trembled.

The fear of death gripped his heart, worsening his injuries—

Another mouthful of blood spilled from his lips.

“N-no one… I was wrong… I shouldn’t have captured the security officers… I shouldn’t have threatened you… Please… please spare me…”

“Good.”

Lu Ding pressed a button on the law enforcement recorder strapped to his chest.

That was Tang Hu’s confession.

Then—Lu Ding raised his hand.

And the half-body on the floor split in two.

Dead. Beyond dead.

Lu Ding had fulfilled his sentence.

Multiple charges. Death penalty. Immediate execution.

As for the others in the room?

They had knowingly attempted to assault a 749 investigator.

Their deaths weren’t even worth mourning.

—

Silence.

The few surviving security officers, including Gao Zhengliang, stood frozen.

Their Adam’s apples bobbed, struggling to swallow the nausea rising in their throats.

Everyone was dead.

All of them.

And right before their eyes.

This young man had wiped out every single one of them.

Yet none of them could say a word.

Because just three numbers—749—were enough to explain everything.

They might not know much about 749 Bureau, but they had heard the rumors.

And today—

They had met a living member.

Gao Zhengliang’s face was filled with bitterness.

What the hell do I do now?

If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have called Lu Ding.

And now—so many people were dead…

Instinctively, Gao Zhengliang tried to count the bodies.

But all he saw was a room full of mangled flesh, no bigger than the size of a palm.

There was no counting this.

He hadn’t taken note of how many people were here when they arrived.

Gao Zhengliang sighed, completely defeated.

To hell with it. I give up.