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

Hong Cheng-cai looked at his son.

For a moment, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He never expected that Hong Quan-hwan, to avoid becoming a burden to him, would even consider suicide!

The old man felt a deep sense of relief in his heart.

This son of his was not loved in vain!!!

People have dual natures.

Good and bad are never absolute; it all depends on the stance—winners and losers.

Therefore, Lu Ding always adhered to one principle.

He had a very clear self-assessment, summed up in two words: awesome! Extremely awesome.

People must have confidence.

So, anyone who could become his opponent, standing before him—whether in a physical fight or an intellectual battle—would definitely not be an idiot or a pathetic weakling.

Take, for example, the current Hong Cheng-cai and Hong Quan-hwan.

They could be called ruthless and ungrateful tyrant father and son.

However,

Lu Ding did not come to Wei Gao to praise these people.

Personal feelings cannot affect priorities.

He lowered his body, closing the distance between himself and Hong Cheng-cai.

“Your son is quite impressive—capable, filial, but a bit reckless. Our stances are somewhat opposed.”

“The fact that you raised such a son shows you’re no fool. Let me talk to you straight. Think about it.”

Going hard would be counterproductive.

To prevent the father and son from creating bonds and ultimately choosing to die with secrets, resulting in an outcome that wouldn’t please him,

Lu Ding decided to try talking his way through.

Hong Cheng-cai’s gaze at Lu Ding hardened after sensing his son’s determined death wish.

He waited for what would come next.

Lu Ding said, “Survival is impossible. Neither your son nor you will live. I’ll be blunt.”

“You should understand that if you don’t thoroughly eliminate the root, there will be huge trouble in the future. I hate trouble.”

“But,”

Lu Ding put his hand on Hong Cheng-cai’s shoulder.

Pointing at him, he said, “You behave yourself.”

Then pointing at himself, he added, “Cooperate with me.”

“I can promise to bury you, your son, and your grandson together. If you want, I can even bury the entire Diancang Sect together.”

He gestured toward the ground covered in shattered flesh and blood.

“At worst, we just dig up that spot, right?”

“That way, you’ll still have three generations under one roof. You’ll still be the founding ancestor of the Diancang Sect. He’ll still be the sect leader. Your grandson will still be the crown prince.”

Lu Ding’s gentle tone turned cold.

“If you don’t cooperate, first, your son will suffer unimaginable torture.”

“Such as the Corpse-Roasting Execution...”

Lu Ding raised his hand to activate [Corpse-Roasting Execution], and the bronze hall stood tall.

“The Viper Basin.”

[Snake-Pit Toad Well] formation began constructing.

“Cutting meat into preserved strips, flaying skin, pulling tendons, dismantling bones, slicing noses, stabbing faces, whipping... and so on.”

“And I can guarantee he won’t die, so you can watch him endure these tortures over and over again.”

“Will that break your heart?”

Hearing this, Hong Cheng-cai’s expression changed drastically.

He found it hard to believe that such an absurd, cruel, and terrifying thing could come from a Qi Refiner of Great Han.

Moreover, according to his son, this person seemed to be an investigator from Great Han’s 749 Bureau...

Great Han... what’s going on?

Are their methods really this savage now?

Nearby, Hong Quan-hwan kept screaming, but Hong Cheng-cai seemed deaf to it.

Now, he could only listen to Lu Ding.

“If it doesn’t break your heart, then we’ll try another way—make you experience these things yourself while your son watches. Do you think your son, such a filial person, wouldn’t be heartbroken to the extreme?”

Lu Ding patted his shoulder.

“Actually, I could just take you all back to Great Han and slowly ‘cook’ you. I’m sure Great Han has ways to make you confess these secrets unwillingly.”

“You’re old enough to know Great Han’s methods, and you should understand I’m not lying to you.”

“So, there’s no need to escalate things. I don’t want to waste time back and forth. If you talk to me now, I can still bury you, your son, and grandson together, so you can die comfortably. But if you don’t speak...”

“Back in Great Han, you won’t get that treatment.”

Appealing with reason and emotion.

Those who care about family will ultimately be trapped by their feelings.

Father’s kindness, son’s filial piety—how could that not be a weakness?

Even someone like Lu Ding would hesitate if anyone dared to capture Yan Feifan, Bai Hemen, or Wang Qingge.

But such a situation wouldn’t happen.

Anyone who dared would... make a big mess.

After much thought,

Hong Cheng-cai sat down heavily, showing a carefree attitude: “Sigh...”

He gave a bitter smile, as if giving up the obsession in his heart.

At that moment,

His aura surged, and the world’s energy poured into him. He took a step into Heavenly Perception.

This could be called Hong Cheng-cai’s most dazzling highlight in life.

Unfortunately...

An Wuyang’s level was not something an old man just entering Heavenly Perception could fake.

Therefore,

Hong Cheng-cai had no intention of resisting.

Because he had experienced An Wuyang’s strength, it made no difference whether he was Heavenly Perception or the ninth level of Earth Observation.

And at such close range, if Lu Ding charged with a single blade, Heavenly Perception would split in two.

“I’ve pursued Heavenly Perception for so long, finally breaking through today. But how could it be under such circumstances?”

Hong Cheng-cai shook his head.

A smile appeared on his face: “Well, I guess it at least fulfilled one of my lifelong wishes.”

“Rebel against your father!!! Rebel!!! You’re already Heavenly Perception!! Make a move!!!!”

Hong Quan-hwan glared at his father, eyes bloodshot.

Hong Cheng-cai turned his gaze away, meeting his son’s eyes: “Quan-hwan, this is our fate. We have to accept it. Your father has done many terrible things by any means necessary throughout his life.”

“What’s meant to come will come.”

“We are father and son, and you’ve also done things you shouldn’t have. Our bloodlines connect us. I have betrayed my friends, and you have betrayed yours.”

The friend he spoke of was none other than Kim Gyeong-joo’s mother, Min-seo Ryu.

Looking back at Lu Ding, he said, “You’re Lu Ding, right? The Corpse-Shattering Taishui?”

Lu Ding nodded.

Hong Cheng-cai gave a thumbs-up: “Excellent, very impressive. Great Han’s geniuses really continue to suppress the outstanding young talents of our surrounding countries generation after generation.”

His praise was sincere.

Lu Ding replied with a word: “Thank you.”

Hong Cheng-cai lowered his raised thumb: “I hope you keep your word. Stop torturing me and my son. Give us a quick end.”

“Since he was young, I always held the father’s posture, never getting close to him. During his growth, I did not fulfill much of a father’s responsibilities.”

“After he grew up, I also burdened him with the heavy weight of the Diancang Sect. He worked very hard.”