Ninth class citizen

Chapter 272: Putting an end to the chaos
The doctor kept his eyes wide open the whole time, as if he felt that everything would return to normal in the blink of an eye.

Last night he only saw how the two looked after they had recovered, and he didn't know how bad their injuries were before, so he didn't find it particularly strange.

But this one came back to life right before his eyes!

"What waste liquid?" he exclaimed. "It's probably comparable to a Tier 1 C-grade universal repair agent! No, even a Tier 1 C-grade repair agent doesn't have this effect. Could it be... Tier B?"

Nan Rong blinked, looking even more shocked than him: "But this really is waste liquid. The synthesis platform can't make mistakes."

Steward Wu had a deeper understanding of Nan Rong's abilities, such as the 100% success rate of raw material purification and the high yield of drug synthesis. After his initial astonishment, he also felt that it was only natural.

“Her teacher is someone important,” he reminded the doctor. “So the synthesized waste liquid is not only non-toxic, but can also save lives.”

This statement is tantamount to acknowledging Nan Rong's identity as a genetic optimization specialist.

Everyone around her, including the officers and the burly guards, looked at her with a completely different expression, now filled with obvious awe.

A gene optimizer, especially one with a master's lineage, who can even revive synthetic waste—is undoubtedly the most sought-after figure in the Blackthorn Arena!

“But I can’t guarantee the effectiveness of every vial of waste liquid.” Nan Rong said, feigning nonchalance, “He was just lucky to have come across this particularly excellent one.”

At that moment, Wang Feng arrived with a group of people.

The boy named Ji Jun was wearing a collar, his head drooping, and he was being pulled along by him in a rather strange way.

The officer clenched his fists, his brows furrowed tightly. Pi Lang, who had just regained consciousness, disregarded his incomplete recovery from his injuries and glared fiercely at Wang Feng. He tried to stand up, but the officer forcefully pushed him back down.

Wang Feng didn't even glance at the two of them. He walked up to Steward Wu with a beaming smile, chin held high: "Steward Wu, the young master wants to contact him personally later—it sounds like he's not very satisfied with you!"

"So it's you." Steward Wu sneered. "What, you're in a good mood after bringing over three useless people?"

Wang Feng scoffed: "I'm just following orders. But if I were you, I should be watching my attitude. If the young master spares your life, you might have to live at my mercy from now on—but don't worry, out of our past 'friendship,' I'll definitely take good care of you—and you too."

He was in high spirits and even had the leisure to look at Nan Rong, giving her a sinister smile.

"Unfortunately, you're dreaming a little too early," Steward Wu said calmly, glancing up at the group of people following behind him.

They were all skilled in managing the lower-level slave districts, and two of them were elemental superhumans.

His face was stern, and his voice was forced out, each word uttered through clenched teeth:

"The young master hasn't given the order yet, and I'm still the supervisor here." He raised his voice, "Wang Feng is inciting trouble; kill him!"

Those behind Wang Feng had shifty eyes; instead of following his orders, they moved forward to gather around him. Meanwhile, the elemental-type superhumans lagging behind had already begun to form the prototypes of superhuman techniques.

Steward Wu's face was extremely ugly. He had worked at the Blackthorn Arena on Tulan Star for nearly twenty years, and most of the guards in the arena were recruited by him personally. He believed that he had always treated them well, and he never expected that someone would be bewitched by a villain like Wang Feng.

Wang Feng chose the perfect timing, just as the last match of the warm-up tournament had ended, followed by a half-hour performance.

The entrance to the performance is naturally different from that of the gladiators, so almost no one comes down during this time—making this area a relatively vacuum.

Chief Steward Wu pressed the emergency communicator on his wrist at a specific frequency, but received no response. Clearly, the other side had made ample preparations, using some kind of device to block communications, preventing him from calling for backup. In other words, besides the defenseless medic, he now only had the two guards behind him—no, wait!
Steward Wu dodged and sidestepped, his right hand clamping down like an iron clamp on the alloy longsword aimed at him. He then slammed his right elbow backward, sending the guard who had ambushed him flying.

"Not bad, not bad." Wang Feng clapped his hands. "As expected of a sixth-level martial artist. What a pity."

As soon as the last three words were uttered, everyone else, including the guard behind Steward Wu, drew a modified energy gun.

Manager Wu was extremely knowledgeable about modified weapons and could tell at a glance that they were made by the master craftsman on the 72nd floor.

It is small in size but has a large caliber, making it inaccurate at long range.

However, if used at close range, its power is astonishing.

Seven or eight modified guns to deal with a warrior who isn't even in a mecha? That's giving him far too much credit.

"What are you doing!" The doctor finally realized what was happening and hurriedly said, "Stop right now! If you kill Steward Wu, none of you will survive!"

"You don't need to worry about that." Wang Feng gave a wink, and immediately someone pulled the doctor aside and made him squat down on the ground: "Stay put and don't meddle in other people's business!"

This means they won't kill him. The doctor looked up helplessly at Steward Wu, only to see his fingertips twitch and catch a white, round object that fell from his sleeve.

Wang Feng saw it clearly too: "Shoot! Don't let him get into the mech!"

"Too late." Steward Wu smiled calmly and tossed out the mecha button.

But before the white round button could change anything, it was snatched away by the suddenly appearing vines.

Manager Wu's eyes widened in horror as he watched helplessly as numerous energy guns flashed with dazzling white light and exploded on his body.

"Well done!" Wang Feng smiled and patted the wood-type superhuman on the shoulder.

The latter presented the intact mecha buttons with both hands and said with a fawning smile, "It's all thanks to your excellent arrangements, Steward Wang."

This nickname clearly resonated with Wang Feng, and he laughed triumphantly again.

"I say, aren't you laughing a little too soon?" Steward Wu's voice rang out.

"No, how could this be!" Wang Feng exclaimed in surprise as he looked at Steward Wu, who was completely unharmed.

"Surprised?" Steward Wu chuckled leisurely. "You think you can do anything to me with just a few people?"

"Attack together!" Wang Feng shouted angrily. "Let's finish this quickly, or we'll all die!"

Numerous energy gun barrels were unleashed at Steward Wu, and the superhumans used their most powerful superhuman skills, but Steward Wu seemed to be wearing a transparent armor, remaining unharmed no matter how they attacked.

He strode forward, but the people in front of him trembled and kept backing away.

Wang Feng collapsed to the ground. Even as he was being lifted by the neck, he struggled violently, shouting, "You can't kill me! I'm the young master's chosen successor as the new head steward!"

"Crack!" Steward Wu threw Wang Feng's body to the ground and approached the people behind him with a cold smile.