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

The Zhenla man fell.

Yan Feifan lifted his head, shook the blood off his short blade.

Only then did he clearly see the screen on his phone.

A bounty was displayed for this man.

As for the reason.

It was precisely the matter with the vampire cruise ship back then.

Yan Feifan raised the item in his hand: “Brother Lu, thirty contribution points.”

“This kind of trash actually goes for that much.”

“Go check that one.”Lu Ding stepped out from the pool of blood, walking toward Du Yongchun, who couldn’t die but couldn’t live either.

Behind him trailed a line of bloody footprints, dark to light.

“I am..... from Hetu Country.... Xingbang.... son of General Du!!”

“Ah!!!”

Du Yongchun roared, stepping forward as the steel pipe slowly pulled out of his body, thick blood darkened to black dripping down.

The half-body arm armor on him glowed red, continuously draining the life force from within.

Half his face shriveled like tree bark in an instant, aged and withered.

But the aura around him grew from weak to strong!

Still, it stirred no waves.

Lu Ding stopped in front of him, placed a hand on his shoulder: “I don’t care who you are.”

He pressed down, pushing him back.

The sound of rusty steel pipe grinding against his internal organs rang out.

“Ah!!!”

Screams wouldn’t stop.

Lu Ding let go. Yan Feifan handed over a white hand towel.

While wiping the blood off his hands, he stared closely at the arm armor on Du Yongchun’s arm.

Hard to say if it was useful.

But it looked cool!

Yan Feifan pulled out his knife: “Brother Lu, I’ll take off his arm so we can check it out slowly. You take a step back so you don’t get splashed.”

Du Yongchun panicked.

No!

I already told you who I am!

Why are you all acting like you didn’t hear it.

Ask me!!

Quick, ask me!!

Aren’t you afraid this will cause a diplomatic incident!?

Seeing Yan Feifan approach.

He forced his words out: “It can.... it can come off......”

As he spoke, the arm armor folded continuously, finally turning into a brown little block that fell to the ground.

Du Yongchun weakened again.

“This is..... my father, Xingbang’s..... General Du’s treasured item..... impervious to blades and bullets, offensive and defensive in one.”

Du Yongchun brought up his father again.

And once more got no response.

Yan Feifan bent down to pick it up, wiped off the blood with his own clothes. Once it was clean, he handed it to Lu Ding.

“Brother Lu, you finally got a drop, check if this thing’s any good.”

Lu Ding took it, weighed it a bit—it wasn’t heavy, felt like a block of wood of the same size.

Du Yongchun looked down and then up again. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

If he didn’t receive proper treatment.

He’d probably die here.

Now, he didn’t even have the strength to keep his head up.

“Can you.......”

Hearing him speak again, Lu Ding looked up from the little block: “Thanks.”

Du Yongchun’s heart filled with humiliation.

He might not be very smart, but he wasn’t completely dumb.

He understood that line.

They were saying he traveled a thousand miles just to bring them a gift.

He was angry, but now he was all out of strength.

All he could do was force a smile: “You’re welcome, my father is.......”

“Chop him.”

Lu Ding said it casually. Du Yongchun’s face froze in horror.

What!? You already took my stuff, and now you still want to kill me!!

Unfortunately, he had no strength left, couldn’t even speak—he could only watch Yan Feifan walk over.

A slap landed on his face: “Let me teach you two idioms. What I look like now is called ‘bullying with borrowed power,’ and if you’re cursing me in your heart, that’s ‘dog relying on its master’s strength.’”

A blade rose and fell.

Du Yongchun’s vision blurred—he saw Yan Feifan slashing again and again.

He regretted it, regretted coming to Yunhai, regretted hiding it from his father.

Now he hoped his father would one day avenge him.

He’d wait down below, watching, for the day Lu Ding and Yan Feifan joined him!!!

Blood sprayed everywhere.

Yan Feifan stood up, tugged at his collar.

“This was a brand-new suit I just bought, handmade, cost me a fortune. Just consider it a gift to you.”

He turned: “Brother Lu, does this look okay?”

Lu Ding looked over—Du Yongchun’s body was a bloody mess hanging there.

Other than the face, nothing looked good.

Yan Feifan explained: “This way his old man can identify the body.”

“People like this, obviously snuck out behind their daddy’s back, didn’t even bring a proper guard. In a bit, I’ll take a photo of his corpse, make a PPT.”

“Then submit it to the diplomatic team, send it to his father, ask for a statement. Just not sure if this kind of idiot really has a general for a dad.”

Did Du Yongchun not bring any guards?

Impossible!

It’s just that his guard got insta-killed by Lu Ding the moment they met.

Good thing Du Yongchun was already dead, or hearing this would’ve made him yell out loud.

Is there no justice!?

Is there no law!?

You killed me, and you still want my father to give a statement!

Lu Ding played with the little block: “He probably really did. No point in lying on your deathbed.”

“So didn’t we just create a diplomatic incident?” Yan Feifan sheathed his blade as he spoke.

Sounded serious, but he didn’t worry at all.

Because Yan Feifan knew—a bratty little general’s son from some backwater, daring to come to Yunhai and mess with 749 investigators—

Dying here was as good as dying anywhere.

If he’d met any other investigator, maybe he’d survive.

But he ran into Brother Lu.

Tsk tsk tsk.

This was already considered dying with dignity.

So what if you’re a general’s son? Just blowing hot air.

Brother Lu seemed to be in a good mood—otherwise, he’d have chopped you into a hundred pieces.

Just as the thought arose—

Lu Ding raised his hand, unleashing a slash, leaving only the head behind.

Yan Feifan nodded.

Secretly thinking: Forget what I said.

Lu Ding lowered his arm, squeezed the brown block in his hand.

As spiritual energy poured in.

The brown block disassembled and spread, climbing up Lu Ding’s arm,

Vein-like strands wrapped around the arm armor, flowing with black spiritual energy.

Blades extended from elbow and shoulder, each edged with blood channels.

Whether shoulder ramming or elbow striking, they could cause fatal damage.

It gleamed cold and crimson, radiating a fierce aura. Call it blade or call it armor, either way it tore flesh and shattered bones.

It blocked blades, deflected arrows without flaw.

The overall look was savage and commanding, its crimson hue silently declared its purpose—for battle and slaughter.

As they say, a good saddle for a fine horse, a good sail for a worthy ship.

Arm armor on Lu Ding—just standing there, he was like a tiger with wings, a dragon brought to life, like the Demon-Slaying Lord descending from the heavens, truly the Human Taishui Deity.

The battlefield behind him was soaked in blood, a gruesome sight—

“Corpse-Shattering Taishui,” at this moment, lived up to the name!!