Chapter 149: Impressive, Little Su

Wu Shouhan and his group were stunned.

An eighth-grade martial artist?

Su Jingxing was an eighth-grade martial artist?!

"You... say that again."

Wu Shouhan took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, "You're saying that little Su, Su Jingxing, is eighth grade? Are you sure? Positive?"

"This..."

Kong Dabao opened his mouth, regained his wits, and smiled bitterly, "I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know again?" Wu Shouhan glared at him.

"I really don't know." Kong Dabao took a deep breath, pointed at Su Jingxing, then at Feng Tiejian, and finally at the young man lying on the ground, quickly recounting the whole incident.

At the end, he sighed with emotion, "Whether it's ninth grade or eighth grade, anyway, little Su was really impressive just now. With just a few moves, he knocked that guy down. Everyone at the scene witnessed it."

"Right, I can prove it."

"I can prove it too!"

"Old Wu, your crematorium is truly crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Such a young eighth-grade martial artist... I heard this young man isn't even sixteen yet?"

"He probably isn't eighth grade yet..."

"Even if he's not eighth grade, he's at the peak of ninth grade!"

"That's right!"

...

The surrounding crowd chimed in, discussing excitedly.

Hearing this in his ears, Wu Shouhan took a few more deep breaths.

With so many people having seen it, it meant this wasn't some kind of prank.

Su Jingxing was truly a martial artist!

Thinking of this, Wu Shouhan steadied his mind and strode forward.

Seeing this, the others quickly followed behind him.

"Director, you're here."

Su Jingxing, who had just helped Feng Tiejian up, scratched his head somewhat bashfully upon seeing Wu Shouhan.

"Hmm."

Wu Shouhan nodded steadily, glanced at Feng Tiejian, who still looked somewhat dazed, and then turned his gaze to the young man being helped up by his relatives, saying with a serious expression, "I already understand what happened. You don't need to worry; the crematorium will handle the subsequent matters. You don't need to stay here. How about this, come with me to the office first."

"Alright." Su Jingxing agreed cooperatively.

Hearing this, Wu Shouhan pointed at two supervisors and said calmly, "You two stay and handle the aftermath. Pay what should be paid, and penalize what should be penalized. While we don't look for trouble, we aren't afraid of it either!"

"Yes, Director, rest assured, we know what to do."

The two supervisors nodded and walked toward the group surrounding the young man.

Wu Shouhan then turned around, leading Su Jingxing and Feng Tiejian toward the office.

Seeing this, Kong Dabao and the others followed along behind.

Along the way, they ran into the security team rushing over hurriedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, we're late, overslept, didn't expect something like this to happen. By the way, how is little Feng?"

Old Song, the captain of the security team, looked at Feng Tiejian with concern.

"I... I'm fine." Feng Tiejian, whose face was swollen like a pig's head, replied in a daze.

"As long as you're fine, as long as you're fine." Old Song let out a sigh of relief. "Since he's fine, then we..."

"All of your bonuses for this month are gone."

Wu Shouhan interrupted expressionlessly.

"Huh?" Old Song froze upon hearing this.

"What, do you have an objection?" Wu Shouhan raised an eyebrow.

"No, no." The corners of Old Song's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly waved his hands. "This incident was indeed our lapse in judgment, punishment is only right, completely right."

"Humph~"

Wu Shouhan snorted coldly, paid him no further mind, and strode away.

Su Jingxing followed.

Kong Dabao pulled Feng Tiejian along, lagging behind.

The group quickly moved on, leaving the security team members with ugly expressions.

Among the crematorium employees, the security team had the easiest job.

Although the majority of them were ordinary people, and the remaining small fraction consisted of those without talent who had simply spent years grinding out a ninth-grade status.

Their assigned work was also relaxed: daily patrols, plus preventing the deceased's relatives from causing a scene.

Because bodies had to be cremated as quickly as possible, in many cases, the relatives of the deceased arrived at the crematorium only to find the bodies had already been turned to ashes, and some relatives would cause a scene over this.

These people were mostly ordinary folk, and the security team handled them with ease.

If martial artists caused trouble, the security team would simply shout from the sidelines.

Over time, the security team gradually grew lazy, almost all of them becoming slippery veterans, and you could barely catch a glimpse of a patroller once in a blue moon.

As the director of the crematorium, Wu Shouhan knew the state of the security team, but he had been enduring it, waiting for an opportunity to deal with them.

Today, Feng Tiejian being beaten finally gave him the chance he was waiting for.

Of course.

Compared to straightening out the security team, Wu Shouhan cared much more about Su Jingxing's strength.

Inside the director's office.

"Come on, little Su, use your maximum force and strike."

Wu Shouhan stood beside a dynamometer, signaling Su Jingxing to step up and throw a punch.

Kong Dabao and the others stood around, waiting eagerly.

Even Feng Tiejian, who was applying medicinal oil, snapped out of his dazed state.

It was already certain that Su Jingxing was a martial artist.

However, whether he was ninth grade or eighth grade remained to be seen.

As for the lower three grades, the amount of explosive force outputted without unleashing inner qi was the key to verification.

Although Su Jingxing had already mentioned on the way that his inner qi was still "unable" to project outward.

Alas, Wu Shouhan insisted on testing it.

Fine, test it then.

Su Jingxing controlled his strength and began his "performance."

Bang!

He clenched his left hand into a fist and smashed it against the dynamometer.

A string of numbers flashed rapidly across the dial.

When it came to a stop—

2815

Bang!

He clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it against the dynamometer.

When it came to a stop—

2736

"Haha!"

Wu Shouhan, who had held back all the way here, finally couldn't help himself upon seeing the two sets of data, and burst into loud laughter. "Good, good, too good!"

"That's right, little Su did great!"

"Remarkable! Just a hair away from eighth grade, little Su, you're amazing!"

"..."

The other people around chimed in with agreement.

Kong Dabao and Feng Tiejian also widened their eyes, feeling disbelief mixed with overflowing joy.

Especially Kong Dabao, who, after the shock, came to a sudden realization. "I get it, I get it!"

"Little Su moved out to live on his own before, was it just for the convenience of practicing martial arts?"

"… Yes." Su Jingxing was very grateful for his over-imagination, even though it happened to be the truth.

Yet, hearing Su Jingxing say such a thing himself versus hearing it come out of someone else's mouth were two entirely different matters.

Clap!

Having received confirmation, Kong Dabao immediately clapped his hands, growing even more spirited. "I knew it! How could you possibly move out just because you were obsessed with women, little Su? It turns out it was to practice martial arts!"

"By the way, little Su, you practice martial arts every day, does your little girlfriend 'Wanrong' have any complaints?"

Su Jingxing, "..."

...

"Alright, everyone quiet down."

Wu Shouhan took a deep breath, steadied his mind, signaled for the crowd to quiet down, and said with a joyful expression, "Everyone has seen little Su's strength. I've decided to transfer him to a new position. How about promoting him to deputy captain of the security team?"

"Sounds good."

"Right, this is a great thing."

"I support it too!"

"..."

Including Kong Dabao, everyone raised their hands in agreement.

Old Song, the captain of the security team, didn't even have as much physical power as Su Jingxing.

He was just a hair shy of three thousand catties, reaching the eighth grade.

Su Jingxing was fully qualified to hold this position of deputy captain.

However, Su Jingxing looked somewhat "hesitant."

"Um..."

"If you have any issues, feel free to speak up." Wu Shouhan smiled and encouraged him.

"Cough~ It's like this." Su Jingxing smiled sheepishly. "Being the deputy captain is no problem at all, and many thanks to Director. But, could I concurrently take on the outfield missions of the corpse-transportation team while serving as the deputy captain of the security team?"

"I rather enjoy going out with the vehicle, to gain more..."

"No problem!"

Before Su Jingxing could finish explaining, Wu Shouhan agreed without a moment's hesitation.

"Since you like going out so much, then let's just do this: you will simultaneously serve as the deputy captain of the corpse-transportation team, the security team, and the transport team—all three teams!"