The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 150 Death and the Fat Receptionist (4)

The chubby receptionist, whose body had been limp, trembled. She opened her eyes and looked at Zhao Xiaochui with delight.

The mud and blood couldn't hide the kindness on her face.

Seeing that she had regained her spirits, Zhao Xiaochui smiled happily. He grinned sheepishly and said, "Mom, after I kill this bastard, we'll run away together."

“‘That person’ must have a household registration, right? Let’s take it slow. We can’t deal with him right now. Let’s slaughter his entire clan, blow up his ancestral graves, and kill everyone around him one by one. Let’s take it slow!”

"Mother, you know I have this ability."

"Please hold on, wait for me, okay!"

The plump receptionist didn't reply, but just looked at him with a happy and kind expression, quietly watching him.

Since the child is here, so be it; she accepted the outcome.

That one word, "Mother," was worth it!
Her entire family is about to be wiped out, so let's use this merit to atone for the child's mistake...

Old Lou stopped, not interrupting the mother and daughter's reminiscing, but just watched with a smile.

After Zhao Xiaochui finished saying those chilling words, he chuckled softly:

"I'm waiting for you."

"I know." Zhao Xiaochui didn't even look up, staring intently at the plump receptionist, as if trying to imprint her voice and smile in his heart.

Old Lou's chuckle turned into a loud laugh: "Now that you've come here, that woman over there should die."

“We have firearms over there!” Zhao Xiaochui’s words were somewhat naive.

Old Lou's laughter grew even louder.

The chubby receptionist also made a move; she tremblingly reached out and gently stroked Zhao Xiaochui's face.

"Little hammer, if you can't beat them, just run away!"

"Little Hammer, there aren't many good people around Mommy."

"Little Hammer, remember this lesson. In the future, don't trust anyone too easily."

After the fat receptionist stopped talking, Zhao Xiaochui looked incredulously in the direction of the relaxed, slow-moving person.

Unfortunately, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the dirty rain and fog blocked all visibility, so he couldn't even see the blurry figure over there.

and so……

So be it……

Zhao Xiaochui bent down and nuzzled the fat receptionist's cheek twice like a kitten. The fat receptionist giggled, not at all like a seriously injured person on the verge of death.

So, how did this woman live her past life?

An overwhelming sadness suddenly welled up in Zhao Xiaochui's heart!
He slowly stood up amidst the laughter of the plump receptionist.

Sweat and rainwater mixed, making his clothes sticky. He struggled to take them off, and the soaking wet clothes slipped from his hands, falling onto the cracked floor tiles and eventually pooling together...

一声

"Pfft~"

……

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

The rotating neon lights cut the KTV room into fragmented blocks of color, and the colored light refracted on the rim of the glass, flashing across the young faces.

A male college student, eager to show off, was tapping the microphone, attracting everyone's attention in the private room.

The dancing girls stopped, and the tipsy boys put down their glasses; the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and anticipation.

Before Guo Ruixue put down her phone, the screen displayed a news report about the recent border clash involving cold weapons.

The harsh living environment, the brutal, hand-to-hand combat, and the deadly blows contrasted sharply with the dazzling, decadent scene before her, giving rise to a strong sense of absurdity.

It felt as if we were in two completely different worlds, one cruel and cold, the other illusory and bustling.

"Next up is a cover of a popular song by a lesser-known group, which we'd like to present to you."

The college student, eager to show off, stared with innocent, silly eyes and impatiently pressed the play button.

The prelude flowed out slowly.

Then...

its stuck.

…………

"its stuck?"

Relax and stroll through the administrative office area.

Shen Yan stared intently at the screen, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, silently battling his opponent on the other end of the network.

The surveillance network of Jinchan North Road—no, to be precise, the entire Fatou area—has been hijacked and paralyzed by the other side. Shen Yan sneered.

Let's rob them.

Countless miniature cameras, disconnected from the public network, have already been set up in every corner of Jinchan North Road. With independent servers and independent lines, no matter how powerful the attacker is, they can still hack into physically isolated devices out of thin air.

What he needs to do now is to fight back.

Shen Yan was the last male descendant of the Shen family.

His aunt was working tirelessly outside, while he could only fight alone in the online world, his eyes red with tears.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go out, but that going out would be pointless except for sending himself to his death.

Two cleaning colleagues, both burly and distant cousins, stood outside the door. They only listened to the fat receptionist's instructions, clinging to one unwavering belief—the continuation of the Shen family bloodline was more important than anything else.

The simple beliefs of ordinary Chinese people can sometimes be just that stubborn.

Therefore, as a former top technical expert at Alibaba, all he could do was fight against those experts who controlled official network access!
The other party has top-level privileges and is practically the "ruler" of the online world. Even a tech genius like Shen Yan can only do so much.

However, limited options do not mean there are no solutions.

A short walk away, a newly opened KTV had a mysterious background. The owner, whoever was some powerful young master, possessed a temporary server port with high bandwidth and extremely lax security policies.

what is this?
Can magic defeat magic?
Therefore, Shen Yan had laid the back door in advance...

There were no exaggerated scenes of fingers flying and code flowing like a waterfall in the movies. He simply clicked the mouse a few times and typed a few key instructions.

Then——

The surveillance system, which had been completely paralyzed under the control of the other party, resumed operation through a mysterious port.

…………

"Hey hey hey~"

Fatou New KTV.
The male college student, his back to the TV, was testing the microphone with his ear to the recording. Seeing his companions staring at him with surprised expressions, he felt a surge of pride.

He had misunderstood; his companions weren't looking at him, but at the projection screen behind him.

The song's intro started playing again, but the image on the projector had changed to a live broadcast.

The young college students had just walked down that road, so of course they wouldn't mistake it; they had also just met the young masseur in the video, so it was even less likely they would mistake him.

Oh, it's raining outside.
The prelude was still playing, and no one reminded the self-absorbed and adorably foolish male college student. Everyone stared intently at the young man of the same age as he slowly took off his wet t-shirt.

Her well-dressed upper body was exposed.

"Sigh~"

As the female college students gasped in amazement at the eight-pack abs, his soaking wet clothes slipped from his hands, landing on the cracked floor tiles and eventually coalescing into…

一声

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

The intro has ended.

The adorable, somewhat naive male college student closed his eyes and began to speak, seemingly lost in reverie.

Having traversed countless mountains and endured countless hardships, I have witnessed the trials and tribulations of life.
Only then can I return to your side.

……

I was greeted by a travel-worn body

......"

…………

A dark shadow flashed through the air.

The collision with Old Man Lou's robust body produced a tremendous sound.

The dark figure flew backward and crashed onto the paving stones in the distance. When people could see the young figure clearly, they noticed that his left hand was drooping unnaturally.

His left arm was broken.

But Zhao Xiaochui seemed completely oblivious, touching the ground with his left hand without expression, and then his body swayed.

Then, his figure disappeared, and he crashed into the burly figure again.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

Each time, he would fly backward and crash into the floor tiles, scattering fragments and leaving behind a trail of injuries.

His eyes are crooked, his mouth is distorted, and his leg is broken...

But no matter what, he would quickly deal with himself and then charge towards the enemy like a cannonball.

(End of this chapter)