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God-Like Extraction

Chapter 157 - I Am One!
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Chapter 157: I Am One!

Everyone discussed among themselves, making all sorts of guesses.

Kong Dabao patted Feng Tiejian’s shoulder and said enviously, “Old Feng, you’re really something. You actually received the protection of a sixth-grade expert. Tell me, when did you get to know the person?”

“Um.”

Feng Tiejian was rendered speechless yet he said excitedly, “I don’t know, nor do I know that expert. As I said just now, my intuition was just more accurate.”

“Tch, if you didn’t know him, would he have saved you?” Kong Dabao said disdainfully.

“Right, Old Feng, just tell us. When did you get to know a sixth-grade expert?”

The manager also grinned.

When the others heard this, they too looked at Feng Tiejian with hope in their gazes.

With an expert at least a sixth-grade expert as his backer, Feng Tiejian could leave the crematorium and go to other higher-level departments to have fun.

“I really didn’t.”

Feng Tiejian scratched his head and spread out his hands helplessly. “I really don’t know him. He saved me just now. Perhaps he just happened to pass by and helped me when he saw injustice.”

“Your guess might be true.”

Su Jingxing continued, “The other party saved you, but that doesn’t mean that he must know you. If there really is a sixth-grade expert in the crematorium, I believe Uncle Wu would have found out long ago.”

With that, Su Jingxing looked at Wu Shouhan.

“Indeed.”

Wu Shouhan said in a deep voice, “I’ve been in the crematorium for nearly 20 years, but I’ve never seen or heard of a sixth-grade expert! Do you think any martial artist in the middle ranks would be willing to stay in the crematorium?”

Yes.

I am one!

Su Jingxing thought to himself but his countenance remained unchanged.

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Under normal circumstances, indeed, no martial artists above the sixth-grade would be willing to stay in the crematorium.

Even if they would have the position of Director.

In other words, the expert who saved Feng Tiejian was not “from” the crematorium. Instead, he happened to pass by and saved Feng Tiejian as an act of convenience.

This was also the result of Su Jingxing’s deliberate attempt of guiding the conversation.

He wanted everyone to divert their attention.

Otherwise, once news of Feng Tiejian knowing the person who saved him spread, there would be huge repercussions.

“Uncle Wu, given Brother Feng’s situation, can you temporarily arrange for him to join the Martial Suppression Office?”

Su Jingxing struck while the iron was hot. He looked at Wu Shouhan and asked, “This time, an expert passed by and saved him. There will be no one else next time. If the mastermind dispatches men to attack Brother Feng again, he will be in danger!”

“No!”

Feng Tiejian almost blurted out. He shook his head and said, “I’m not going to the Martial Suppression Office. I’m staying in the crematorium. I’m not going anywhere!”

“Holy f*ck, are you stupid?” Kong Dabao glared at him. “You said yourself that the expert who saved you was just passing by. Do you think that the next time the murderer comes, someone will pass by and save you again?”

“This…” Feng Tiejian was speechless. He thought for a moment and clenched his teeth.” I think…”

“You think? Does what you think work?”

Wu Shouhan berated, “Let’s not talk about anything else. If you stay here, do you know that it will affect others? You may not be afraid of death, but don’t implicate others!”

As soon as these words were spoken, Feng Tiejian completely shut his mouth and lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.

That’s right. If he hadn’t been saved just now, not just him, his partner would have died as well.

The person who killed him would never let the news leak out. Anyone who was with him would definitely be killed along with him.

This was no joke!

Su Jingxing saw this and heaved a sigh of relief.

It was not that he was unwilling to continue giving help, but if Feng Tiejian were to remain in the crematorium, it would indeed implicate others.

This time, Su Jingxing had found out in advance and managed to save them.

What if the mastermind sent more people to the crematorium next time and Su Jingxing couldn’t manage the situation?

Thus, arranging for Feng Tiejian to hide in the Martial Suppression Office was imperative.

If it was someone else who was being followed and murdered, hiding in the Martial Suppression Office naturally wouldn’t be that easy.

But to Wu Shouhan, this was not a difficult task.

With his connections and identity, he managed to settle everything in less than half an hour.

The Martial Suppression Office personally came to take Feng Tiejian away and send him to their headquarters in the Central District.

That’s right, not the Western District branch, but the headquarters in the Central District, Li Linzhou’s territory!

With Li Linzhou’s protection, Feng Tiejian’s safety was basically guaranteed.

Of course, it wasn’t that Su Jingxing would wash his hands off the matter from here.

Feng Tiejian was his friend after all. If he had been kept in the crematorium and Su Jingxing were to save him many times, he might expose himself.

It was different now that he had gone to the Martial Suppression Office.

Su Jingxing could hide behind the scenes and look after him.

The murderer would hardly take action during the day and only targeted Feng Tiejian at night.

This way, Su Jingxing could continue to stay at the crematorium during the day and leave at night to wait beside the headquarters building in the Central District.

Based on Su Jingxing’s deduction, since the mastermind had failed once, they would definitely try again.

Even if Feng Tiejian was hiding in the Martial Suppression Office headquarters, they would still send people to infiltrate the place.

This interval would not be too long.

Three days to a week.

The logic was simple.

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A faction that could nurture sacrificial soldiers wouldn’t openly oppose the Martial Suppression Office, but in secret, they wouldn’t fear them.

Not to mention that each of these major factions had their own people planted within the Martial Suppression Office

It was the same for the Li, Zhou, Qi families and the annihilated Shi Family.

And the facts proved this.

At three in the morning of the second day, Su Jingxing, who had disguised himself as Yang Jian, and put on a cloak and mask, was waiting at the top of a building next to the headquarters of the Martial Suppression Office. He saw three figures climb the wall and sneak into the Martial Suppression Office from the corner.

After entering, there wasn’t the slightest bit of activity from the huge Martial Suppression Office.

Just as Su Jingxing couldn’t help but prepare to go over, the three figures that snuck into the Martial Suppression Office carried Feng Tiejian and climbed over the wall again.

Su Jingxing was stunned.

They aren’t directly killing Feng Tiejian, but are taking him away?

The mastermind wants him alive?

What exactly did Feng Tiejian do? Why are they so adamant on targeting him and even want him alive?

Confused, Su Jingxing prepared to stop them.

Whoosh!

A cold beam of light suddenly appeared out of nowhere and descended from the sky, charging towards the three figures carrying Feng Tiejian.

When it was ten meters away, the cold light split into three and each shot toward a figure.

Among them, the figure carrying Feng Tiejian flew close to the ground.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Rip! Rip! Rip!

The sound of rushing wind and strange noises sounded at the same time.

The three figures that had just come out from the right wall of the Martial Suppression Office headquarters’ building and were running along the quiet path were all struck.

Two of them had their chests penetrated through their backs, and they died on the spot. One of them had his feet severed, and his entire body fell to the ground. Feng Tiejian, who was carrying his shoulder, rolled on the ground three times, letting out a muffled groan like a pig being slaughtered.

Li Linzhou’s cold voice echoed in the night.

“Since you’re here, won’t you come out to meet me?”