The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 148 Death and the Fat Receptionist (2)

"what?"

Zhao Xiaochui remained calm and repeated the question: "The person who arranged for the surveillance must be very sensitive, right?"

Yu Xiaoning nodded: "Aunt Chen has made a fuss twice in the past two years, and this is the third time. So what if they find out?"

“Zhao Xiaochui, Aunt Chen has accepted you. Once this is over, treat her well. Life is long, she shouldn’t have…”

"You go."

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly turned his head towards the old shop.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see the specifics because of the wall.

"What?" Yu Xiaoning asked in surprise.

"You go."

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly became a little impatient, started walking towards the door, and bumped into the burly driver who was walking in.

The driver was knocked back a step and looked at Zhao Xiaochui, who remained unfazed, with surprise.

However, this was not the time to investigate. With a serious expression, he said to Yu Xiaoning, "Something's not right. We need to leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, another special agent and the burly driver immediately flanked Yu Xiaoning on either side and walked out the door with Zhao Xiaochui.

Outside the door, not far away, the Ghost Fire Guys gathered.

Beside him was Qiao, who was fully armed.

Take two steps ahead, and you'll see discreet special vehicles.

Zhao Xiaochui stared in the direction of the old shop, wondering what was happening there, but the hazy rainy night made it impossible for him to see what was going on, even with his cheat-like abilities.

"Uncle Qiao, please ask you and Brother Qiao to see them off. Thank you."

Joe patted his bulging waist—which was actually empty—and assured him with a smile:
"rest assured!"

A figure flashed by, and under the strange gazes of the others, Zhao Xiaochui disappeared into the rain and mist.

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23:10 minutes.

As usual, Old Lou finished get off work, but his hunched back had returned.

He strolled leisurely along his daily route towards a relaxed pace.

Perhaps it was because of the rain; after all, the light rain in Beijing is particularly dirty, and Jinchan North Road was unusually quiet late at night.

Old Lou, however, remained unhurried and continued walking at his usual pace.

then.

He stopped.

He frowned as he looked ahead, clearly disliking the scene before him—

A reception desk stands in the middle of the road.

Behind the reception desk, a strong figure leaned against him, his right hand supporting his chin, tilting his head and smiling at him.

"Mr. Chen, you're in high spirits." Old Lou frowned.

"Old Lou, you didn't bring an umbrella on a rainy night? Did you bring a knife?" the plump receptionist asked with a smile.

"Why would I carry a knife?" Old Lou replied irritably. "The rain isn't heavy."

"The rain wasn't heavy, but it was very dirty!" The chubby receptionist stared at him with a smile in her eyes.

"You weren't using an umbrella either, were you?"

"Because I like dirty things today. This drizzle is dirty, and I saw a very dirty person. I'm really happy."

Old Lou shrugged: "Nonsense. Mr. Chen, please continue your good mood. It's getting late, I should go back."

“You should have gone back long ago. You work the day shift from 8 a.m. to 8 p.m., why are you not out until 11 p.m.?”

"Something happened."

"What is it, murder?" The chubby receptionist grinned, revealing her big white teeth.

Old Lou's expression hardened as he carefully examined the plump receptionist.

do not know.

"who are you?"

The chubby receptionist replied with a grin, "Two years ago, I was very thin and worked in logistics. You probably haven't seen me before."

Old Lou's face darkened completely.

"You've been watching me for two years."

“A year!” The chubby receptionist held up her plump, adorable index finger. “To be precise, I’ve been watching the alley entrance for a year, never once glancing at the guardhouse, let alone at you, after all…”

The portly receptionist slowly wiped the smile from her face, staring at Old Man Lou with an incredibly cold and malicious gaze:

"After all, you're so capable, aren't you?"

"Heh~" Old Lou finally realized who this woman was. There were no new messages on his phone, and no signal coming from the front. He knew he had a very capable companion, so no signal meant there were no surprises. This woman was acting alone. "Since you know my abilities, you still dare to come alone?"

Old Lou slowly straightened up, his bones cracking and popping, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a burly old man.

Then, he strode over to the chubby receptionist.

"One person is enough."

Chen Guifen lifted the heavy mahogany front desk into the air, grabbed the table leg with her right hand, and swung it hard at Old Man Lou.

"Bang!"

The sturdy mahogany front desk was smashed to pieces, with mahogany fragments scattered everywhere. Old Man Lou was revealed, his hands raised to shield himself.

Unscathed.

He casually flicked his hands, looking at the fat receptionist with disdain: "That's it?"

He approached the portly receptionist step by step with an overwhelming sense of pressure, reciting in a relaxed tone:

"Among ancient metaphysics, the most rubbish and useless is traditional Chinese medicine and qigong!"

"Who would practice the skill of selflessness?"

"Who would have thought that what has been passed down to this day is precisely this most worthless, useless cultivation method, the one that no one who practices it ever dies a good death!"

Isn't it ironic?

"Mystical Qigong can be practiced by both good and bad people. It is extremely difficult for good people because they have to resist temptations that are beyond their ability at all times, but it is a thousand times easier for bad people!"

"As long as the bad is harmoniously unified."

Old Lou teased in a playful tone:

"The fancy traditional Chinese qigong is like a child's acrobatics compared to internal martial arts!"

A cold glint flashed, and the fat receptionist's strong right arm, carrying a Type 95 multi-purpose bayonet, stabbed fiercely.

"Pfft~"

Lou Laotou easily subdued his wrist, leaving it suspended in mid-air.

But it wasn't over yet; another cold glint appeared, this time from the fat receptionist's left hand.

Old Lou copied the model exactly.

Then, he looked at the vernier caliper held in his left hand and fell into deep thought.

Is this some kind of security bureau logistics personnel or street thugs?
"Bah~"

A large mouthful of thick phlegm was smeared on Old Man Lou's face. With his hands constricted, Old Man Lou could no longer block it, which made him fully sober and angry.

With a twist and a pull of both hands, the weapon is transferred to someone else's possession.

As Old Man Lou pushed off the ground while stepping back, his big toe struck the ground, activating the power of his liver meridian, and he unleashed his full strength from a half-step distance.

Then, as easily as if he were walking, he kicked out.

Internal martial arts.

The shape and meaning of the locust insect step.

"Bang~"

The chubby receptionist's strong body shot backward like a cannonball.

"Bang~"

"Pfft~"

After sliding more than ten meters on the ground, the fat receptionist, enduring the excruciating pain in her abdomen, quickly got up and charged forward with a ferocious expression.

"Fuck your mother's fucking bastard!"

Old Lou stood there calmly, the two 'toys' in his hands already thrown far away.

Just as the portly receptionist was about to get close, Old Man Lou made his move.

He suddenly took a half step back, causing the fat receptionist to involuntarily extend her leg and kick him.

Internal Martial Arts (Shaolin Zen Martial Arts and Medicine)

With heartfelt intention, I crossed my legs.

Exhale and exert force with a "hmm" sound.

Old Lou used the outer edge of his forefoot to strike the fat man's shinbone and the Zusanli acupoint area.

"Bang~"

The fat receptionist suddenly knelt down, tearing the floor tiles apart.

"Hmm~"

The chubby receptionist glared angrily, biting her lip tightly, only letting out soft gasps.

Her right leg was broken.

That's the end of it!
Now that Old Man Lou knew the fat receptionist's identity, he really didn't dare to kill her.

Otherwise, the internal martial arts system within the body will immediately disintegrate.

As he said, even bad things should be harmoniously unified.

To destroy the fate of a nation, one must be from an enemy country.

Otherwise, killing her would not only cause his martial arts skills to gradually dissipate, but he also wouldn't be able to withstand the wrath of a superpower.

Even having a colleague with "great connections" won't help.

So, let her be paralyzed...

Old Lou stepped on the fat receptionist's leg and exerted force again.

"Click~"

"Hmm~"

The chubby receptionist bit her lip until it bled, but she didn't cry out in pain. However, her leg was completely broken.

Because of the issue with Chapter 63, the end of this volume was revised, which affected the reading experience. I apologize for that.
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