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

”Are you cursing at me!?” An Wuyang stepped forward aggressively.

Lu Ding pushed him back: ”I understood what he said.” Then he turned his gaze back to the fiercely glaring Kim Jun-myeong.

”Let’s make a bet. We’ll bet on whether I dare to kill you. If you win, I’ll let you go - do whatever you want for revenge later. If you lose, I’ll end you.”

”To show my sincerity, I’ll tell you in advance - I’m going to press your head down into your ribcage.”

Kim Jun-myeong naturally didn’t believe Lu Ding’s words. After all, it wasn’t his first day knowing he had the bloodline of Tianxing Group’s ruler.

How many people had boasted before him during this time?

Had any of them dared to actually kill him?

No!

Not a single one!After experiencing this many times, he naturally gained confidence. Even though he himself was completely worthless, he could still act tough.

He stared at Lu Ding without a trace of fear in his eyes: ”Come on then!! Bet!! I’ll bet with you!! I bet you don’t dare to kill me!!”

”HAHAHAHAHA...... Come on!!! Come!!!”

If it were anyone else, Lu Ding might have actually admired them.

But this was Kim Jun-myeong.

A worthless piece of trash who couldn’t even stand against Feifan in a fight, yet dared to act so arrogantly.

Impressive!

Truly impressive!

It seems the sky over Wei Gao is particularly dark these days.

But no matter.

Lu Ding loved this kind of stubborn fool the most.

A smile appeared on his face: ”Congratulations...”

He deliberately paused to tease Kim Jun-myeong.

The latter thought Lu Ding was backing down out of fear.

”HAHAHAHAHA..... Not so tough now, are you? Weren’t you going to kill me? Come on!!!”

As he spoke, he tried to struggle free from under Lu Ding’s foot.

But the moment he moved,

Lu Ding immediately grabbed his head.

”Congratulations, you lost the bet.”

Kim Jun-myeong couldn’t believe his ears: ”What?”

Did he really dare to kill him in Wei Gao?

Crack......

The sound of breaking bones.

Kim Jun-myeong’s neck was instantly snapped.

Now, genuine terror finally appeared in his eyes.

The robust vitality of a Qi Refiner prevented immediate death.

That hollow confidence faded away, replaced by clear recognition of his own insignificance and sheer terror of Lu Ding before him!

”Cough cough cough......”

Blood spilled from his mouth.

”You can’t kill me..... you can’t kill me..... This is Wei Gao..... I have the bloodline of Tianxing Group’s ruler..... I’m one in a million chosen! If you kill me, Tianxing Group will hunt you endlessly!!!”

”We can talk..... I’m willing..... I’m willing to be your puppet.... please.... spare me.”

His brain and mouth had no capacity left to scream from the pain or think clearly.

Only desperate pleas for survival remained.

Now that Kim Jun-myeong’s arrogance had faded, it was Lu Ding’s turn to be arrogant.

Crack crack crack..... An unending series of bone fractures and shattering sounds.

”I thought your bones were as tough as your mouth. Now you’re begging?”

Lu Ding smiled: ”Begging won’t save you. A bet’s a bet.”

He applied more force, controlling Kim Jun-myeong’s body that kept trembling and struggling from pain and terror.

Until the movements gradually weakened to complete stillness.

Lu Ding stood up and wiped the blood off his hands with tissues.

Following his gaze,

Kim Jun-myeong’s head had indeed been pressed into his ribcage, exactly as promised.

Lu Ding tossed the used tissue onto the corpse’s chest.

”In your next life, even if you’re not smart, at least learn to read situations. Me coming to talk was an offer of cooperation - mutual show of sincerity. You had the right to accept or refuse.”

”But acting tough before me, wanting to wipe your hands on my clothes, then threatening me when I resisted - that was your mistake.”

He scanned the surviving people in the room.

Kill them all?

Of course not.

He was currently a White Eagle officer stationed in Wei Gao, of Han ethnicity with White Eagle citizenship.

If trouble came, the White Eagles would handle it.

If he killed everyone,

how would people learn about his carefully prepared identity? How would Tianxing Group start fearing his status now?

As for whether his face might give him away...

Impossible. As long as the White Eagles and Great Han played dumb, the Wei Gao bastards wouldn’t dare doubt.

White Eagle: We say he’s not Lu Ding!

Great Han: We say he’s not Lu Ding either!

Wei Gao: Then... he’s not Lu Ding???

They’d even make up excuses to comfort themselves: He’s not wearing scholar-warrior sleeves.

Of course, some superficial effort was still needed, or it would be too obvious.

He turned to look at Kim Jun-myeong’s guardian in the corner.

After all, this was Wei Gao’s largest conglomerate.

The ruler’s bloodline naturally had guardians.

Unfortunately, Kim Jun-myeong truly had no redeeming qualities, so his guardian was merely a Qi Refiner at the Si Ming level.

Trembling uncontrollably under An Wuyang’s terrifying aura,

countless thoughts raced through the guardian’s mind:

Fuck it, what was wrong with Kim Jun-myeong?

Such terrifying people coming to negotiate - at least Earth Observation level or higher - yet he couldn’t even give them face!

Now he got himself killed.

Was his brain full of holes!

Fuck it, if you’re gonna be stupid then die early, don’t drag me down with you!

Lu Ding approached.

He took out his credentials and pressed them against the guardian’s forehead.

”Fuck, you Wei Gao pigs - is hot dog sauce all you have for brains? I swear my grandmother could make better choices than him. Go tell your master,”

”that the great Lord Clark helped eliminate some inferior bloodline. No need to thank me.”

”After all, we White Eagles are responsible for Wei Gao’s security, so population quality falls under our jurisdiction.”

Arrogant.

Fucking arrogant.

Even more so than those White Eagle stationed troops.

The guardian glanced at the name on the credentials:

[Clark Kent]

He froze completely.

In his shock, he blurted out: ”Fuck it......Superman!???”

He wondered if he was hallucinating.

Lu Ding crossed his arms, slowly levitated, and scanned the area with glowing red eyes.

The wall instantly collapsed.

Flight? Check. Super strength? Check. Heat vision? Check. Definitely Superman!!!

But why was Superman Asian...

And the more he looked, the less Lu Ding seemed like Superman, and more like... Homelander...

This was bad news...

These stereotypical abilities made the man doubt Lu Ding’s identity less.

He immediately nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

His voice trembled: ”Y-yes... yes sir, I’ll definitely report this.”

”OK, you’re a good boy. Run along home to mommy now.”

The accent, grammar, speech habits, and modifiers - absolutely impeccable.

More authentic than authentic White Eagles.

Well, Heaven-Man Unity was just that OP!!!!

With that, Lu Ding landed and left with An Wuyang.