The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 158 Revenge (Part )

Shen Youkang, in his thirties, huddled in front of the monitoring screen in the logistics vehicle. This notorious mama's boy was mechanically performing the simplest task—staring at the equipment.

My mother often said, "The most obedient children are the safest," and my superiors also said, "You just need to keep an eye on things, and call if there are any problems."

This job is perfect for him.

Suddenly, a dump truck burst into view like a giant beast in the surveillance footage.

Colleagues ahead immediately intercepted the explosion in their cars, and the flames instantly illuminated the night sky.

In order to intercept this group of returning experts, the enemy even dared to tamper with civilian airliners, let alone use firearms.

Another colleague fell. The frontline report said he had been shot, but on Shen Youkang's monitor screen, a ghostly figure clearly flashed by.

Tactical instructions came through his headset incessantly, and he was supposed to remain silent on the radio, not to mention he wasn't sure what he was seeing.

When that figure reappeared and sped toward the alley where he was, Shen Youkang made the first disobedient decision of his life.

He trembled as he drew his sidearm and pushed open the door of the support vehicle.
…………

2020 7 Month 26 Day.

The sun is shining brightly in America.

Zhao Xiaochui, who looks like he's in his thirties, easily crossed the US-Mexico border a little over ten hours ago.

Led by a random passerby, we strolled along the bustling streets of the megacity.

He followed one 'young man' after another, who was nearly thirty years old, watching him drive luxury sports cars; watching him embrace blonde beauties; watching him spend money like water.

Zhao Xiaochui checked the time; it was still early.

…………

It was 23:28 PM in Beijing in 2018.

Shen Youkang stood at the entrance of the dark alley, the cold light of his tactical flashlight drawing a trembling path on the damp wall.

He took a deep breath, his knuckles white as he gripped the gun: "Who goes there? Show yourself!"

A dark shadow flashed past the edge of the beam of light.

“It’s out.”

The moment the chilling voice exploded in his ears, Shen Youkang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He was thrown into the air, his back slamming hard against the alley wall, leaving a bloody trail as he slid down.

The tall and robust old man, Lou, swayed as he walked towards him.

…………

Noon in the Metropolitan City, 2020.

Zhao Xiaochui swayed as he walked towards the man.

At that moment, he was kissing the blonde beauty goodbye.

Zhao Xiaochui was wondering if the two of them had picked their teeth after lunch, and whether they had eaten garlic and chives.

After the blonde beauty left, the man's expression changed from affectionate to cynical.

He strolled toward the sports car, whistling.

Heat flow!

Tap with your index finger!

The Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang.

Huantiao point.

Zhao Xiaochui's arm blurred into a blur as it struck the man's femur.

The man's right leg is stiff.

"Lou Xiaobao? Long time no see!"

Zhao Xiaochui affectionately put his arm around the other person's shoulder, his smile as bright as the California sunshine.

Heat flow.

Cut with hand knife.

The Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang.

Jianjing point.

With a soft "click," Lou Xiaobao froze on the spot like a puppet, his eyes darting around in terror.

"Long time no see, old classmate. Shall we come upstairs and catch up?"

Zhao Xiaochui grinned and put his arm around his shoulder, leading him toward an old apartment building next door.

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Late at night in Beijing, 2018.

Shen Youkang slumped down in the corner of the alley, watching in horror as Old Man Lou approached step by step.

Tactical equipment was scattered all over the ground, and his trembling left hand groped futilely at his waist—for a radio, if only he could contact the captain.
He trembled as he put his hand to his ear, intending to call out "Captain," but for some reason, what came out of his mouth was:
"mom……"

"Crack~"

The moment the cry for help left his mouth, Old Lou's military boots slammed into his wrist.

Amidst the cracking sound of bones breaking, Shen Youkang was pulled to the ground by Yu Li.

The old man raised his foot expressionlessly, and his military boot stomped down heavily.

"Crack!"

The excruciating pain of his right arm collapsing instantly caused Shen Youkang to let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

…………

2020 years.

The apartment building has more than ten floors, and the rooftop is very quiet.

Zhao Xiaochui, all smiles, led Lou Xiaobao to the tidying-up area.

After settling Lou Xiaobao in at a random place, I took out his phone.

Yes, it's a domestically produced phone with a Chinese operating system.

Zhao Xiaochui saved himself the trouble by unlocking the phone with his fingerprint and removing all the lock settings.

Then, turn on the camera and point it at him: "Blink."

Lou Xiaobao stared at him with wide eyes, terrified.

Zhao Xiaochui grabbed a stick from the ground, and with its dull tip, grabbed Lou Xiaobao's hand and stabbed it hard.

"Ah~"…………

2018.
Shen Youkang dragged his twisted limbs forward as he crawled.

Heading in the direction of Mom.

He was afraid and terrified; he wanted to get away from that terrifying old man immediately.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my right leg.

"Woo~~"

Then the world spun around—Old Lou grabbed his left leg, swung him up, and flung him backward, high and far away…

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2020.
On the rooftop, a large hole appeared in the center of Lou Xiaobao's right hand.

Without changing his expression, Zhao Xiaochui raised the dirty wooden stick and continued to smash it down on the middle finger.

"Ahh~~"

Zhao Xiaochui couldn't control his ability to speak, so Lou Xiaobao could cry out in pain at will.

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

"Bang~"

After smashing his middle three fingers flat, Zhao Xiaochui picked up his phone again.

"Blink."

Lou Xiaobao glanced at him in fear, then blinked cooperatively despite the excruciating pain.

"Smile."

"..."

How the hell can I laugh?
"Slowly shake your head."

Nod.

After Lou Xiaobao completed all the required actions, Zhao Xiaochui followed Lei Zhen's instructions and then left it aside.

Within minutes, someone will transfer all of Lou Xiaobao's possessions away.

"Oh, right, look at me, I was so happy to see you that I forgot for a moment."

Zhao Xiaochui took out his phone and started a video call.

On the screen, Old Lou, whose face had been mangled beyond recognition by the fat receptionist, suddenly struggled violently, his cloudy eyes fixed on his son.

"Hello~"

Zhao Xiaochui poked his head out and greeted Old Man Lou on the screen.

"Woooooooo~"

Unable to speak, Old Man Lou's eyes revealed pleading and other complex emotions.

Zhao Xiaochui ignored him; the more pitiful Old Man Lou acted, the happier he laughed.

"Is this your precious baby?"

Zhao Xiaochui pointed at Lou Xiaobao, who was crying and sniffling, and asked with a smile, "I heard that he is the only son in three generations, so the task of carrying on the family line must be quite arduous, huh?"

Suddenly, a blur of motion shot towards Lou Xiaobao like lightning.

Zhao Xiaochui kicked him in the groin.

"Ah~~~"

Amidst the heart-wrenching screams, Zhao Xiaochui laughed with unusual glee.

"They said you were very cooperative and told them everything that needed to be told."

After kicking the guy, Zhao Xiaochui grinned at the camera and said, "As a reward, I'll let you see your son whom you've been longing for. Buddy, aren't I thoughtful?"

…………

2018.
Shen Youkang crashed heavily into the middle of the main road from the air.

Just then, a drunk driver ran over him.

No more sound.

Old Lou picked up the equipment from the ground expressionlessly, skillfully disassembling it and putting it into his pocket.

Then, it slowly disappeared into the shadows.

Losing equipment is one of the most serious problems.

Some people compromised and didn't pursue the surveillance issue further in order to ensure that the Shen family and Chen Jia remained untainted.

Old Lou, a wise and experienced man, had considered everything.

The one thing he never expected was that Shen Youkang had a mother!
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2020 years.

The rooftop of an apartment building in Metropolitan, America.

Zhao Xiaochui's smile faded as he stared at Old Man Lou on the screen, and he said, word by word:

"You threw my brother too high, I can't do that!"

"So I'll raise your son a bit taller."

Zhao Xiaochui retreated step by step, first setting up his phone, and then he charged at Lou Xiaobao like a cannonball.

"Bang~"

Lou Xiaobao soared into the air, tracing a beautiful parabola across the sky, before falling, falling, as captured on camera.

Vanished in the steel torrent of the metropolis's main thoroughfares.

On the screen, Old Man Lou stared with eyes blazing with overwhelming hatred, then suddenly stopped breathing.

Zhao Xiaochui stared at that terrifying face for a long time.

Suddenly, he made a mischievous gesture towards the screen...

grimace.

Rebirth of a Massage Therapist: The Self-Cultivation

Volume Three: Death and the Fat Front Desk (The End)
Because of issues such as review and approval starting from the end of the book, it differed from the original concept and required many deletions and revisions. This is the author's fault, and I apologize for that.

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