First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!-Chapter 842: Xing Xing’s Perverted Vibe at Full Blast—Good Thing He Joined

The voice carried outside. Xing Xing, who was standing guard and patrolling alongside the others, ready to respond to any emergencies, paused for a moment upon hearing Lu Ding's call.

Before he could even speak, the young man beside him, a colleague who was now also a good buddy, said, "Go on, Grand Duke Lu is calling you."

Xing Xing straightened his chest. "The rest of the patrol will be on you guys."

"Cut the useless talk and just go."

This was the appropriate rest for investigators.

Any investigator dispatched to accompany Lu Ding on this diplomatic mission, even if it was just for show, had impeccable professional standards. There was a clause in the 749 Bureau's Investigator Management Regulations: during mission execution, regardless of time or place, one must maintain at least eighty percent concentration and a combat-ready attitude.

Even during temporary rest periods, it was divided into two modes: shift-based high-intensity patrols and dispersed roaming. At their level of cultivation, sleeping or eating had no real impact. As long as they weren't expending Spiritual Energy in combat, it was considered rest. If they wanted to lie down or sit, fine, but they could do that when they returned to the 749 Bureau or after the mission concluded. As long as they weren't within the confines of the 749 Bureau headquarters, there was no such thing as proper rest.

It was precisely this intensity and professional habit that cultivated the Great Han's 749 Bureau—not some so-called special, niche organization, yet surpassing one. Compared to the Great Jing's Pestle Department or other special organizations elsewhere, 749's efficiency was on a completely different level.

Of course, such results were inseparable from the Great Han's generous treatment of its investigators and the overall atmosphere and environment of the nation. Taking the Great Jing's Pestle Department as an example again: if an outsider killed a Pestle Department member, the Great Jing would grandly proclaim they would exhaust all means to hunt down the killer. But in reality, there was a lot of room for maneuver. However, if an outsider killed a 749 investigator, they would truly be hunted down relentlessly by 749. Internal problems within 749 could only be resolved internally. If they encountered difficulties, they could even mobilize the military.

Therefore, it wasn't a case of Lu Ding calling for a rest and them all just collapsing like corpses. Responding to the call, Xing Xing arrived at the hall. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Xing Xing stepped inside. "Special Envoy Lu."

Although they might call Lu Ding "Grand Duke Lu" or "Grand Guardian" in private, in public, they would respectfully address him by his title—Special Envoy, Special Agent, or Captain—or similar official designations.

Lu Ding nodded in acknowledgment.

Pointing at Shi Tangxue, the Holy Maiden of the Great Jing branch of the Yellow Heaven Sect, who lay there like a dead dog, still defiant and furious, completely clueless about who was in control of the situation, Lu Ding said, "Apply the punishment. Aside from humiliation, anything goes as long as she doesn't die. Show off your skills. I want her to voluntarily tell me what I want to hear."

Lu Ding always advocated for equality between men and women and wouldn't easily let someone off just because they were male or female. However, he despised methods that targeted a woman's body. Disgusting!! His principle was to avoid underhanded tactics. But if you could withstand it, then you were tough—he'd just kill you directly. It wasn't absolutely necessary to know; it was just better to have the details. If Shi Tangxue didn't confess, he could always go find that Ning Xiaofan later.

Xing Xing stood at attention. "I guarantee the completion of the mission."

Torture tool box in his left hand, torture tool bag in his right, shackles locked, tied to the punishment post. What was professionalism? This was professionalism!

Shi Tangxue was still there, acting like a blind person, asking questions she already knew the answers to. "What are you going to do? What are you going to do!!?" "Lu Ding, what do you want him to do!?" "Let me go!!!" "Have the guts to kill me!!!"

Lu Ding found it boring, like some damn NPC that automatically triggered these clichéd, formulaic lines when you got close. Couldn't they come up with something fresh?

Then he saw Xing Xing unfold his silver needle pouch, carefully selecting needles while saying, "My dad always told me that when applying punishment, you must wear professional gloves to avoid contact with the prisoner's skin and blood, ensuring maximum personal safety. Although our line of work isn't as particular as a doctor's, the occupational exposure risks in our field are much greater than a doctor's. But when I was a kid, I was rebellious. I didn't like listening to my dad. I just didn't like wearing gloves, and gradually it became a habit. Later, I realized that while gloves could mitigate risks, they also reduced sensitivity. To avoid occupational exposure, I simply fought poison with poison. I first trained my own hands to withstand all poisons, making them immune to a hundred toxins. It sounds simple, but putting it into practice was very difficult. I took many wrong turns, nearly ruining my hands. In the end, misfortune turned into blessing. I gained hands capable of releasing toxins—usable on others and on myself. Now, please prepare yourself. I will enhance your physical perception, lower your soul's pain threshold, and maximize your sense of pain."

Xing Xing twirled the silver needle in his hand. Thin green threads seeped from his fingerprints, staining the needle. Looking at his expression and his increasingly excited tone, he bore no resemblance to an investigator.

He raised his hand. Grabbing Shi Tangxue's arm, he twisted it. *Crack.* Separated tendons, dislocated bones. The large tendons originally hidden beneath the skin and flesh bulged out. The silver needle stabbed into a tendon.

Shi Tangxue, who had shown no change in expression before, instantly erupted into a scream akin to a slaughtered pig. She couldn't hold it back at all!!!! "Ah!!!!" "Bastard, may you die a horrible death!!!!" "Beast!!!!" "I **** **** ****......"

Amid the screams, the language was so vulgar it was utterly unbearable to hear.

Xing Xing took out a pair of headphones, turned on some music, and quietly put them on his head. He hummed softly along with the music, clearly having entered his zone.

Seeing this scene, Lu Ding chose to respect everyone's work habits. As long as it didn't affect work efficiency, it didn't matter. He wasn't like some company leaders who wielded a chicken feather as a command arrow, wanting to control everything.

However, looking at Xing Xing's posture, it was pure, unadulterated serial killer vibes. If he hadn't joined the 749 Bureau, there wasn't a single thing about him that resembled a good person. Just this act, standing here, was enough to get a whole row of trainee investigators promoted to full status. Truly, one thought leads to heaven, another to hell. Thank goodness he joined 749.

Xing Xing's punishment continued. Various syringes, small knives, insects, wriggling golden threads connected to instruments burrowing into blood vessels... He was having the time of his life, busy and utterly delighted.

In contrast, Shi Tangxue could only manage a few shouts at first. Gradually, it was screams, begging for mercy, offering bribes, making threats... Finally, she was completely out of tricks, damn it! "I'll talk!!! I'll talk!!!" "I'll talk, stop the torture!!!!!! Stop it!!!!!!"

Wanting to live was a luxury; wanting to die was a dream. Truly, she could neither live nor die. The injuries didn't look that severe, yet there was an inexplicably shocking and gruesome sense of devastation.

Lu Ding couldn't be bothered to respond to her. It seemed she still didn't understand what attitude she should adopt for this conversation. This attitude of waiting for others to ask questions or respond—she could keep it to herself.

In unbearable pain, struggling to breathe, Shi Tangxue spoke at her fastest speed, forcing herself to endure the agony, her words broken and intermittent: "Ning... Ning Xiaofan... using the life-saving favor he did for me... made... made me... add more fuel to your diplomatic journey... to ensure... you... you cannot smoothly reach the Royal Capital!!!"