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

“He just says a casual ‘sorry’ and thinks that’s enough to settle this?”

Bai Hemen quickly followed up: “It wasn’t casual. I’m very serious. And I never thought a single ‘sorry’ could settle the issue.”

“I made a mistake, I’ll accept punishment. Whatever the consequences, I’ll take them. Everything can be handled according to the Cultivator of Qi Management Code and the 749 Investigator Conduct Guidelines.”

“I won’t complain.”

As soon as he said to follow those protocols, Guan Long stalled out.

Because if they really did go by the book—

Technically, Bai Hemen hadn’t committed any major offense.

First off, from the Xitong 749 side, Bai Baolian had been notified about the operation in advance. She ignored the rules in the Cultivator of Qi Management Code.

Entering a 749-restricted area requires a 749 Cultivator escort or prior approval.Strictly speaking, the Ba’er Mountain site was a restricted zone—it had already been stationed by Wu Yishuang and Yu Qingli.

Because it was a railway project, and the Golden Toad Nesting on an Egg Formation had even filed a request for assistance.

So strictly speaking—

She’d been informed in advance and still disobeyed orders, barging into a restricted area.

The investigators there had every right to deny entry.

Forcing her way in counted as breaching the checkpoint.

If you go by Wei Hong’s original framing, Bai Family cultivators disrupted the construction, delaying progress.

At that point, excavation was considered labor reform—making up for their wrongdoing.

Bai Baolian showing up to take them away was equivalent to snatching away labor prisoners mid-sentence.

How was that any different from storming a prison to free someone breaking rocks in the quarry?

If you wanted to make it political, you could even slap them with prison break charges.

If they had objections, they could file a grievance or submit documents. If they had issues with enforcement officers, they could file a complaint.

But storming a checkpoint and breaking people out?

No way.

Realizing part of this, Guan Long suddenly didn’t know what to say.

All he could do was point at Bai Hemen: “Right, you say you won’t complain. You’re from Yunhai 749, a trainee from the Advanced Training Center—not from Xitong 749.”

“You screw up, then just pack up and leave, go back to your region for investigation, and leave us here to clean up your mess. Real easy for you to say...”

“Guan Long, I’m the one in charge!!”

Wei Hong cut him off again.

The two of them, one the lead and one the deputy, often argued in normal times. But this wasn’t a normal time.

If the guy didn’t shut up, if he kept throwing verbal jabs at Bai Hemen, the next second Wei Hong’s fist was going to smash his face in.

A hand-to-hand combat instructor.

If you think that means he has a good temper—you’ve got stereotypes.

The only reason he hadn’t hit him yet was because they were coworkers. Disagreements were normal.

But Guan Long had just said it himself—

He was from Xitong 749, and Bai Hemen was from Yunhai 749.

Since you want to go there—

Lu Ding stopped tending to Bai Baolian’s injuries.

Stood up: “I’m from Yunhai 749 too.”

Seeing him move, Wang Qingge marched over with her little wooden plaque, eyes firm, standing right by Lu Ding.

Guan Long didn’t recognize her—asked instinctively, “You from Yunhai 749 too?”

Wang Qingge raised her plaque.

【What the h*ll are you saying? Can’t understand. Type it out.】

Lu Ding stepped forward: “You seem to have an issue with how we handled things?”

Wei Hong saw what was happening.

Hurried to step in.

He hadn’t stepped up earlier because he knew Guan Long wouldn’t dare make a move.

But now—he knew for sure, Lu Ding would.

If Guan Long said one more word, Lu Ding would absolutely hit him.

“Lu Ding, Lu Ding, I’m Wei Hong—good buddies with your coach, Li Xuanlong. Chill, calm down.”

Lu Ding called out: “Hello, sir.”

Wei Hong smiled: “No need to call me ‘sir’—that’s too stiff. Just call me Brother Wei, I’m a full zodiac cycle older than you, not taking advantage.”

Lu Ding grinned: “Brother Wei.”

Then his smile vanished. He turned his head, stepping around Wei Hong, eyes locked on Guan Long.

“I’m talking to you. Can’t hear me? So your ‘Long’ means ‘deaf’, huh? Speak up! What, cat got your tongue!?”

Coming in hot and insulting him to his face—what are you supposed to be?

This—Lu Ding could take responsibility for. That’s why he let Bai Hemen act.

Because he had it all under control. Nothing major would happen. That’s why he was laughing so freely earlier.

You might not know the whole story. You might be angry.

But you pointed your finger and yelled at a guy who had climbed mountains with Lu Ding, faced death with him, fought side by side against a Shi Gandang.

If Lu Ding could swallow that insult today—he might as well slap himself awake every night for being a piece of sh*t.

And even if he couldn’t save Bai Baolian, no one could say a word against him.

By protocol, he just killed a cultivator who breached a checkpoint, entered a restricted zone without clearance, and attacked a 749 Investigator mid-mission.

Plain and simple.

Worst-case scenario? Use of excessive force.

At most, he’d get a few days of administrative leave.

The Cultivator of Qi Management Code—was made to be used, not just read.

Wherever you looked, Lu Ding was in the right.

Guan Long held back his anger and looked at him: “You’re acting within regulations—how could I possibly have a problem? You’re Lu Ding, after all, Yunhai’s Corpse-Shattering Taishui, this year’s top trainee.”

His tone was dripping with sarcasm.

He could tell Wei Hong was mad, so he didn’t dare go after Bai Hemen again.

But he didn’t dare curse out Lu Ding directly either—so he just went all passive-aggressive.

Still—an insult’s an insult.

Orphaned or not, getting talked to like that?

No way this ends here.

Wei Hong exploded: “F*** you, Guan Long—if you can’t talk like a human, then shut your f***ing mouth!”

Here he was, working overtime to keep things from blowing up—

And this pig of a teammate just kept dragging them into the fire.

I told you not to mess with Bai Hemen, and now you went and pissed off Lu Ding!!?

Lu Ding laughed in disbelief.

Alright, if that’s how you want to do it—

“Oh, you like talking slick, huh...”

Left hand ripped the shoulder insignia off his right shoulder.

Right hand ripped the one from his left.

Both slapped together and stuffed into his bag.

Seeing this, Bai Hemen immediately followed—ripped off his own insignia, stood silently at his side.

He wasn’t good with words.

He was furious at the insults too.

But he knew—if he did wrong, he’d take the hit.

But the next second—if Lu Ding charged, he’d be right behind him, no matter who stood in front.

“I’ve torn off my insignia. You can report this wherever you want. Bring whoever you want. I’ll be right here.”

“But today—if you don’t get carried out of here with every single tooth in your mouth knocked out...”

As Lu Ding spoke—

A fierce wind howled, whipping up his hair, sand and dust filling the air.

The hem of his black T-shirt flapped, and from beneath, strange red markings could be seen crawling across every muscle.

Buzz!!!

A shockwave burst out.

With a BOOM, a dark halo flared behind his back, black smoke shooting into the sky.

Lu Ding’s pupils turned completely black.

As the red markings crept up his face, a dark red halo formed in his eyes.

He tilted his head, malice radiating.

“I’ll change my surname to Guan just for you.”

BOOM!!!!!!

A surge of power exploded outward—Lu Ding’s speed shot to the extreme, bypassing Wei Hong in a blink, charging straight for Guan Long.

In that instant—

Guan Long’s eyes flashed with terror at the sheer force.

Wei Hong let out a helpless sigh.

“Sigh......”

The roaring Sin Dragon lunged, claws slashing. In its shadow, Lu Ding’s fist was clenched, visible white steam spiraling up his arm.

One straight punch.

Guan Long raised his hands to block. He was, after all, a hand-to-hand combat instructor like Wei Hong—physical combat was his specialty.

But this punch—with its cheat-like power—

He couldn’t stop it.