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

Lu Ding took the documents and unfolded them.

What was inside was exactly the Hundred-Year Ten Thousand Immortals Plan that Elder Shui had led after he left Hanjing.

It mentioned a clause to increase the conversion value of contribution points by capturing live monsters and demons.

Lu Ding frowned as he read.

He did not know what use they planned for such large numbers of live monsters anyway.

But whatever the upper ups said, the lower levels would simply do.

Still, the strong push for live capture and increasing the contribution point exchange rate was a bit of a hit to Lu Ding’s bread and butter.

As a special envoy, he could not refuse to set an example.

But being told not to kill monsters—what was the point of Lu Ding existing then?After finishing the documents, he tossed them to Fu Xinghe. “A file of this level shouldn’t be sent only to the western region, right?”

Fu Xinghe replied, “It’s nationwide.”

Lu Ding smiled, that was more like it. “Then I’ll pretend I didn’t see it. You take a look yourself. After you finish, extract the relevant info and announce it down below.”

“Remember to go find Yu Miaoyin later, once she’s recovered, and tell her the plan’s changed. Build several more detention prisons, coordinate with the Urban Construction Department, and finalize the plan to run a high-speed rail line through so captured creatures can be shipped directly to Hanjing.”

Lu Ding had already thought it through: he would take the strong monsters, the Great Han would take the benefits, at least in the west and in New City that’s how it would be.

Powerful monsters would be kept by him; the weaker ones would be sent to Hanjing.

“Understood, Brother Lu.”

Lu Ding stepped forward and looked at the horrific sight—still alive but horribly injured, forced to remain conscious—Yu Liuli. “Comfortable?”

Yu Liuli’s lips twitched; she didn’t even have the strength to speak anymore.

Lu Ding couldn’t be bothered to read her lips and went straight on: “If you insist on making a scene with me, this is the price. Can you afford it?”

He gripped the blood-soaked side of Yu Liuli’s face and lifted her chin.

His voice continued: “I have money, power, people, territory. I don’t want petty fights with you. You thought you were something, and now I have time to play with you. Why are you acting like a dead dog, unable to even speak?”

“Aren’t you arrogant? Aren’t you so great?”

“I’ll send you up the mountain right now!!!”

He let go.

Lu Ding swung his wide black robe and strode away.

His voice carried behind him.

“Lock her pipa bone, parade her with the coffin through the streets, drag her all the way to the Martyrs’ Cemetery!!!”

Xing Xing bowed. “Yes!!”

A hoarse, powerless scream came again.

Chains rattled.

Xing Xing dragged the iron hook that pierced Yu Liuli’s pipa bone, and she followed Lu Ding out of the cell.

A long streak of blood was left on the ground.

Outside White Ridge 749.

The funeral procession had been waiting a long time.

Lu Ding walked over without a word.

He folded away his black wide-swinging robe, casually took the white cloth and tied it around his head, then came to the front of the procession.

He steadied and took hold of the coffin poles.

In a deep, resonant voice he shouted, “Lift the coffin!!!!”

Lu Ding’s firm stride and steady figure were etched into the eyes of every investigator present.

Yan Feifan pressed the shutter.

Under the gray, overcast sky, the immense funeral procession elevated Qian Jin’s dignity to the extreme.

Within this natural atmosphere,

Yan Feifan only slightly adjusted the filter.

The resulting shots were an absolute masterpiece.

Between fluttering funeral papers was Lu Ding’s stern profile—handsome as carved jade, not effeminate, radiating masculinity.

The massive coffin emphasized the power in Lu Ding’s carry.

Although taking photos at this moment might seem disrespectful,

Yan Feifan had his own plan.

As he followed the funeral procession, one hand on his notebook, gesturing the mouse in the air, he used Lu Ding’s permissions to upload the photos to the western 749 APP homepage cover.

With the copy, gradients, and other details tweaked,

while not stealing the spotlight from Director Qian’s funeral, more investigators would see Lu Ding’s actions.

At this moment,

both those on site and those at their posts secretly coveted the idea: if one were to die in the future, to have Grand Duke Lu carry their coffin would be a coveted honor.

That was how investigators were.

Living on the edge between life and death,

you had to understand that to be an investigator.

Few investigators actually feared death; but if Grand Duke Lu would carry your coffin, to put it bluntly, even dying would be worth it.

A person’s life is short—at the last moment, face and dignity count for a lot.

So it was with Great Han’s succubi.

In the shadows,

Yuwen Longyuan watched as Lu Ding carried the coffin past; his gaze stayed on Lu Ding for a long time before turning to the trail of blood dragged behind the coffin and washed by rain—the disgrace of Yu Liuli, who was now in an utterly humiliating state.

Yuwen Longyuan sneered, “Overestimating themselves, they’re saving me the trouble.”

There was no need to watch further.

Lu Ding’s character and methods spoke for themselves.

Yuwen Longyuan did not worry that Yu Liuli would survive.

Now that the west had been unified by Lu Ding, he needed to quickly apply upward—pay what needed to be paid, show the right attitude—to secure the commander seat in the west as soon as possible; that was his path to value.

Otherwise, he would end up just like Qian Jin afterward,

and without the same honor that Qian Jin had.

If he lost his usefulness, death would be his only remaining fate, and that would be Lu Ding’s sole use for him.

Yuwen Longyuan did not want to die, nor did he want to lose what he could soon gain.

Ahead,

the coffin-bearing procession arrived at the Martyrs’ Cemetery.

As Lu Ding stopped,

professionals in ritual robes began the rites, waiting for the procedure to finish, then the coffin would be interred.

Lu Ding steadily lowered the coffin into the pit.

He scooped the first handful of earth and flung it onto the coffin lid.

Then the family, friends, colleagues, and others took turns scooping earth to say their farewells.

Lu Ding stood to the side.

He dragged over Yu Liuli, chained with iron as if she were a dead dog.

Her face was pale, eyes wide and furious as she glared at Lu Ding.

Her back was a mass of torn flesh, but she was already numb to ordinary pain.

Only when the iron hook tugging at her pipa bone was pulled could she feel the piercing, mind-numbing pain that told her she was still alive.

But what awaited her soon would only be death.

Hopes that end in death always make one feel utter despair.

Lu Ding lit a cigarette, took one deep drag, and said nothing, waving his hand.

The sealed corpse of Yu Luochen was placed beside Qian Jin’s tombstone as a Golden Boy.

Lu Ding exhaled a cloud of smoke before speaking: “Walk over yourself and lean against the tombstone.”

Yu Liuli stumbled to her feet and stood where she was, looking at him coldly.

A smile crept across Lu Ding’s face, a grimace that was not truly warmth.

The next second,

an enraged Zhou Chu, wearing a white forehead band, kicked Yu Liuli in the back.

Bang!!!

“Shameless!!!”

Yu Liuli flew forward and slammed heavily against the tombstone, leaving a smear of blood.

She painfully turned her body over to look at Lu Ding, then at her brother’s corpse leaning against the other side of the tombstone.

Her eyes were full of bleakness.

Combined with that exquisite face smeared with blood and mud, it truly pulled at the heartstrings.

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Qian Jin’s funeral matters were settled, and now grand plans were ready to unfold. No extra update today; sort out the subsequent plot developments to ensure quality.