The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 149 Death and the Fat Receptionist (3)

East side, deep within a large courtyard.

"Back then, you tampered with the surveillance footage, didn't you?"

"Whoo~"

The three old men suddenly stood up, and just as they were about to make a move, three large hands patted their shoulders.

Three burly men had already appeared behind them.

With bloodshot eyes, Jiang Ying took out a signal receiver and said self-deprecatingly, "When you ask about business ethics, don't you realize that merchants are the most afraid of death?"

The three old men glared at each other.

Jiang Ying looked back calmly.

Having weathered the ups and downs of business for over a decade, and after several hours of brainstorming, Jiang Ying roughly understood the situation before pressing the signal transmitter.

At that moment, the male assistant walked in from outside the courtyard.

"Auntie, Mom."

"Good job, sit down."

Jiang Ying gave the order indifferently, then looked at the three old men with a cold gaze.

"From beginning to end, none of you said anything."

"So, you know nothing."

“You don’t even know where Chen Guifen is, or whether today’s events have anything to do with her, so those words were all just a test, weren’t they?”

"And I stupidly confessed."

Jiang Ying laughed self-deprecatingly. At that moment, her female assistant jogged over and handed her the connected phone, from which came her elderly father's concerned greetings.
"Old man, what happened?"

"Dad, three old bastards are playing a trick on me. I'm going to handcuff them all night."

"..." On the phone, the old father remained silent for a long time before sighing deeply, "Youngest son, are you going to flip the table?"

"Dad~ it wasn't me~" Jiang Ying cried, cried very hard, and said through her tears, "It was that woman!"

I spent hours reviewing the game, and even if I were in her shoes, I still couldn't figure out how she could have turned the tables!

“Dad, she’s surrounded by bastards. Even if the truth comes out, all she’ll get is a deal.”

"She had no way out at all."

"Yes, but it's a dead end!"

"What did you say?"

The elderly father's exclamation on the phone meant that things had finally escalated.

…………

A flash of cold light streaked across the sky.

Despite the excruciating pain, the chubby receptionist pulled out another hidden ASTOR diving knife and stabbed it viciously into Old Lou's thigh.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen.

However, this made the usually nonchalant Old Man Lou break out in a cold sweat.

He knew how much pain the chubby receptionist was in, but he didn't expect her to be so resilient.

"asshole!"

Old Lou was furious.

The chubby receptionist just wanted that instantaneous moment.

She used all her strength, even kicking her broken leg against the blood-stained bricks.

His body suddenly shot out.

Its gaping maw opened wide and bit down hard on Old Man Lou's thigh.

"Holy crap!"

Old Man Lou was shocked and immediately began to circulate his internal energy.

Internal martial arts.

Loosen and reduce stress.

The leg muscles suddenly relax, disarming the enemy's bite.

Unfortunately, this move was useless against the fat receptionist who had just started practicing the Six-Character Mantra; his iron teeth were firmly gripping Old Man Lou's solid muscles.

Internal martial arts.

Xingyi: Crane Pecking at the Wind.

The Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian.

Old Lou pinched his five fingers together like a crane's beak, with his middle finger protruding into a point. He lowered his elbow, pushed his shoulder blade forward, and rotated his forearm to generate force, stabbing his fingertip hard into the Yifeng acupoint behind the fat receptionist's ear.

"Crack~"

The fat receptionist bled from all seven orifices instantly. Just before she was about to lose consciousness, a surge of heat rushed out of her body, giving her a precious but brief moment of clarity.

"Thank you, little hammer." "Ah~"

Amidst Old Man Lou's cries of pain, the chubby receptionist bit off a large mouthful of flesh.

The dirty drizzle, mixed with the scarlet flesh and the mud on the ground, the fat receptionist chewed slowly, without a trace of pain on his face, as if he were enjoying the finest delicacies.

Old Lou finally lost his temper.

He stabbed the fat receptionist hard with the ASTOR diving knife in his hand.

In the air...

A cold glint flashed.

…………

"What did you say?"

“Death!” Jiang Ying said sadly, tears streaming down her face, as she recounted the results of her reconnaissance. “Only death can awaken some of the silent ones. She understands the difficulty of bringing retribution to those behind the scenes, so she only wants to find the person who made the move and avenge her son.”

"..." There was a moment of silence on the phone before an old soldier asked with utmost seriousness, "Old man, do you know who you're talking about?"

Jiang Ying slowly rose, solemnly looked at the courtyard, and said, word by word:

"Orphans of martyrs who received the Medal of the Republic, orphans of martyrs who received the First-Class Merit of the Republic, and widows of martyrs who received the First-Class Merit of the Republic."

The veteran on the phone said, "If what she said is true, then she has another identity: the mother of a martyr who received a first-class merit award from the Republic."

"Youngest son, tell your father where she is now? I'll flip this table!"

"late!"

Jiang Ying murmured to herself, "Dad, I've been wondering—how did this woman survive after experiencing so much human tragedy?"

"Actually, I should have realized it long ago; she didn't want to live anymore."

"The reason she's still alive is because she's going to drag the person who did this to hell with her!"

…………

The plump receptionist savored the exquisite treat, her face smeared with dirt and blood, making her look like a vengeful ghost from hell.

A cold glint flashed through the air.

Old Lou still retained a sliver of reason; the blade avoided vital points and plunged fiercely into the fat receptionist's abdomen.

Suddenly, the chubby receptionist used her last bit of strength to thrust her groin into the blade.

"Fuck~"

Old Lou tried his best to move, but he still managed to pierce the corner of the fat receptionist's vital spot.

"Puff~"

The chubby receptionist collapsed to the ground, still chewing on pieces of meat—she couldn't bear to swallow it; she wanted to savor the taste of her enemy.

Once I get down there and see my son, I'll have something to talk about.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!!!"

"Duang~~"

The two figures collided, producing a loud bang.

Old Lou crossed his arms, stabilized his legs, and slid backward more than ten meters on the smooth ground.

"Puff~"

Zhao Xiaochui fell not far from the front desk of the fat man.

Ignoring the pain, he crawled on his hands and feet to the fat receptionist's side.

A surge of heat flowed as his right hand swept through the air, making a series of "slap slap slap" sounds.

Zhao Xiaochui kept channeling heat into the fat receptionist's body.

His eyes were bloodshot—the heat had revealed the condition inside the fat receptionist's body.

How much influence does metaphysics have in the face of science?
Zhao Xiaochui was unaware that it was a cheat code that led him into the realm of metaphysics, and what lay within that realm had long been lost to history.

Countless thick books flashed through my mind; those scientific textbooks mentioned several methods, but…

He needs an ambulance and first aid equipment.

"Clap clap~"

Three more streams of heat surged into the fat receptionist's body, and Zhao Xiaochui staggered to his feet.

Looking at Old Man Lou slowly walking over, he calmly asked:

How many people are like you?

Old Lou chuckled sarcastically: "If it were more, do you think 'that person' would protect me like this?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded knowingly. He staggered down, leaned close to the fat receptionist's ear, and whispered:

"mother!"

(End of this chapter)