The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 157 Revenge (Part 1)

The handbag was old, but very sturdy.

Lei Zhen, who brought it in, estimated that this thing was older than Zhao Xiaochui's father.

"what can you do?"

Zhao Xiaochui asked Lei Zhen as he entered.

He still had some recollection of what Golden Finger had absorbed from Old Man Lou.

"I practiced Xingyi for a few years," Lei Zhen replied solemnly. Qian Laoju's serious reminder made him realize something.

While Lei Zhen was answering, Zhao Xiaochui was tidying up the file folder in his satchel.

He hasn't destroyed any of the materials the fat receptionist gave him. It's not that he's being lazy, but rather that he has a vague feeling that he shouldn't do it. Of course, the factor of his "golden touch" is indispensable.

"The starting stance of Xingyi?"

Zhao Xiaochui asked.

Lei Zhen thought about the fancy moves he had learned many years ago and struck a pose.

Zhao Xiaochui turned his gaze away from the documents, went behind Lei Zhen, and began to adjust his posture.

Stand naturally upright with your feet parallel and shoulder-width apart.
Slightly bend both knees and place your weight on the Yongquan acupoint.

The coccyx is retracted, the mingmen point (located on the back of the head) protrudes, and the spine is like a bow.

With arms hanging naturally at your sides, elbows slightly pointing outwards.

Slightly tuck your chin, lift your head slightly, and look straight ahead.

Breathe deeply, slowly, and evenly, focusing your energy in your lower abdomen (Dantian).

"Did you remember?" he asked.

Lei Zhen: "..."

How is he supposed to remember all these details?!
“It’s okay if you can’t remember,” Zhao Xiaochui raised his right hand and slapped him cleanly on the lower back.

Zhao Xiaochui used his "golden touch" without any restraint, regardless of whether the chubby receptionist approved of him or the people cheering and jumping for joy.

"Remember this feeling."

A surge of heat instantly flowed into Lei Zhen's body, and the insights he had gained from Old Man Lou were transmitted to him without reservation.

Subsequently, the heat on the body was completely absorbed.

"Do you feel it?"

Zhao Xiaochui stopped.

Lei Zhen's expression was solemn. He lowered his body slightly, stepped forward with his right foot into a three-body stance, and his spine was like a bow, full of strength.

His right fist spiraled out from under his ribs, the trajectory of the Xingyi Bengquan (a type of Chinese martial arts) was so precise it was heart-stopping—the upper arm propelled the forearm, the forearm propelled the wrist, and the force that flowed through the joints made a "whooshing" sound as it cut through the air.

When the voice appeared, Zhao Xiaochui had an "I knew it" expression on his face, and then immersed himself in studying the data.

Labor Bureau: "..."

Lei Zhen: "..."

“Right now, you and a Tai Chi beginner could fight that old man Lou to a draw.”

Zhao Xiaochui looked up at Lei Zhen and asked, "Have you interrogated him? How many people like him are there?"

Lei Zhen smiled and nodded: "You guys have beaten them to a pulp, so they'll say whatever you ask."

"He said that in his entire life, apart from his master and fellow apprentice who were killed by firearms, he had never seen anyone like himself."

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

Therefore, ancient metaphysics has been completely lost among the common people.

Let's not even talk about those 'family traditions' that still exist. Leaving aside ordinary people, the scholars in ancient times who could receive information every day had a daily information intake of 1 words.

Modern times are ten times larger than back then!
90% of it is fragmented information and consumerist propaganda.

Maintaining internal balance is the key to mastering the family's secret techniques.
Just kidding.

In contemporary society, there are too few people as 'pure' as Lei Zhen.

"Come and take a look at this place."

Zhao Xiaochui didn't explain the mystery to the shocked Lei Zhen. Instead, he pointed out the anomaly he found in the data and asked the two of them:
What do these letters represent when put together?

"Internal network username".

The Labor Bureau responded quickly; if he still didn't know anything about the bureau's operations, he was unworthy of being the director.

"A combination of these letters?"

Labor Bureau: "Password."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui gestured for the two of them to proceed.

The Labor Bureau Chief and Lei Zhen exchanged a glance. The latter quickly found his tablet, opened the internal system, and entered the code.

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui waited quietly, and seeing that the two remained silent for a long time, he asked softly, "What's inside?"

Lei Zhen opened his mouth and replied in a hoarse voice:

“The surveillance video of my former colleague, Shen Youkang, who had the accident two years ago.”

Zhao Xiaochui lowered her eyes, her expression calm: "My brother?"

The Labor Bureau Chief and Lei Zhen stared intently at the tablet, their eyes red as they watched the surveillance video, speechless for a long time…

…………

Shen Youkang.

The last surviving direct blood relative of the Shen and Chen families.

It can be said that he was well protected until he was nearly thirty years old.

Working in the bureau's logistics department is easy and offers a stable income.

Even if the bureau needs him to go on a mission due to a shortage of manpower, they will just arrange for him to be stationed in the rear, where he is safe and sound!

The same thing happened two years ago.

As long as he listens to his mother—no matter what happens, he must not get out of the support vehicle.

But, as we all know.

People born and raised on this land often do unexpected things.

This has been true since ancient times.

Shen Youkang, who has always listened to his mother since childhood, is like this:
He saw the figure that caused his colleague's death on the surveillance footage (no one noticed, and even the wound from the follow-up shot was confirmed by the forensic doctor to be fatal).

He also saw the figure arrive at the alley where he was.

then……

He came out.

…………

"With a change like Uncle Lei's, I'll give you ten spots!"

Zhao Xiaochui only watched the beginning of the video before speaking coldly.

The labor bureau chief opened his mouth, but after a long pause, he couldn't find the right words. He finally sighed deeply and asked, "What do you want?"

"A fake passport to Mexico."

The labor bureau chief frowned, saying, "Everything the bureau does is true."

Zhao Xiaochui ignored him and continued, "I also need the support of your colleagues in America to bring back all the personnel who participated in the operation two years ago..."

Tell me the list of the planners, the operators, the descendants of Old Man Lou, and all your American counterparts whom you deem dangerous, capable, and a threat to your future!

The 19-year-old's ideas were direct and impulsive, but Labor Bureau Chief and Lei Zhen were overjoyed.

"what do you want?"

"All my friends and family who helped me today appeared before me safe and sound after I returned!"

"no problem!"

…………

2019 7 Month 22 Day.

This is the 364th day that a determined mother has been searching for CCTV footage of her son who was in a car accident.

For nearly a year, she trended on social media and gave interviews, all in an effort to find that damn 'problematic' video!

On that familiar street, at the entrance to the alley where the incident occurred, the chubby receptionist looked completely different from how she did a year ago.

She has gained at least 50 pounds.

Contrary to popular belief, the chubby receptionist was not short of money. Even though she wore out dozens of pairs of Arthur flagship running shoes, she ate well and lived a comfortable life.

She eats a lot of fried food and desserts at every meal!
A year ago, the still charming and beautiful woman had become a plump mother.

The image has changed, but the determination to find surveillance footage remains the same.

Until this day.

A toy bear was thrown next to a stranger.

There was also a note on the bear:
"I'm so sorry it took me so long to give it to you. They came so many times, they practically tore my house apart..."

The chubby receptionist pursed her lips, swallowed the last dessert in her mouth, and turned to leave while hugging the teddy bear.

She gained 50 pounds in one year.

Apart from the bear's owner who had the camera, no one recognized her anymore.

A week later, a truly relaxing blind massage parlor opened in Fatou...

(End of this chapter)