The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 287 Code Name: Ghost: Crime and Punishment
"Middle-aged Zhao Xiaochui said in a condescending tone, his right hand sweeping through the air and gently patting down the back of the bearded man's back."

"Thump, thump~"

Two thuds sounded simultaneously, and five seconds later, Zhao Xiaochui, who looked much older, struggled to his feet.

Following the same procedure, the three super soldiers were restored in turn!

When he struggled to stand up again, panting heavily, he had become a little old man with gray hair, and his once straight back was now hunched over in the curve of old age.

He leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily, each breath like a broken bellows struggling to pull.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, and the reflection in the mirror showed an old man with gray hair, loose skin, and sunken eyes.

He struggled, slowly straightening his hunched back and raising his head with difficulty.

His gaze was fixed on the Breguet Classique wall clock.

The slender blued steel Breguet hand swept across the dial at a constant rhythm.

tick, tick...

Zhao Xiaochui's breathing, following the rhythm of the second hand, gradually changed from rapid and heavy to long and deep.

He slowly adjusted his breathing—all his extraordinary abilities tonight were achieved by using his cheat-like ability to convert life force!
In other words, although he turned into an old man after being a human life converter for one night, he still had abundant and refined internal energy from traditional Chinese medicine within him!

Just then, the electronic lock on the door emitted a sharp, short "beep" sound and opened.

Before Zhao Xiaochui could react, a group of Zanadu staff rushed in.

Their faces lacked the respect expected of service staff; instead, they displayed a complex mix of anxiety, worry, and even pleading.

A young girl even spread her arms wide, blocking the doorway tightly.

Zhao Xiaochui knew that they were all external affairs and logistics personnel from a certain bureau.

Seeing the young lady's nervous expression, a helpless smile appeared on Zhao Xiaochui's aged face. If four super soldiers couldn't stop him, what could these weaklings in logistics do?
With a half-smile, he slowly walked towards the young woman, unaware of how eerie his aged face and expression looked.

"Little hammer..."

Suddenly, a familiar voice came through the earphones, making Zhao Xiaochui stop in his tracks.

"Fatty...Fatty Sister?" he said tremblingly.

"Hehe~" the chubby receptionist chuckled and asked, "Why don't you call me 'Mom' anymore?"

"Hehe~" The aged Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head and chuckled like a young man, "Looking like I am now, I'm afraid it will shorten your lifespan."

"You naughty girl!" the chubby receptionist scolded.

"Hehe~" Zhao Xiaochui continued to chuckle foolishly.

"..."

Just like in the old shop, the two of them could say whatever they wanted, or suddenly say nothing at all. Just feeling each other's presence was enough!
“Little Hammer~” the chubby receptionist suddenly spoke up. She sighed and said, “Forget it, the time is too short and the information sources are too few. On the contrary, all the information about your trip is public knowledge. I’m not confident in dealing with that person right now!”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui raised his aged face and stubbornly retorted, "Forget it? Why didn't you forget what they did to my brother? Why didn't you forget what happened to his elder, who was also named 'Keaton,' when he dealt with the elders of the Shen and Chen families?!"

(Regarding the design of Keaton's crimes, I revised it many times but failed, resulting in many missing words. My apologies.)
Zhao Xiaochui had already guessed Keaton's family background. What a load of rubbish—a gentle and refined Yale history graduate!
This bastard's elder was able to rise to the position of CIA Andean Regional Director at such a young age because Zhao Xiaochui had his 'Smith Commissioner' identity wiped off his register. In the earpiece, the chubby receptionist was silent for a moment before asking in a worried and helpless tone:

"Are you sure?"

Zhao Xiaochui pursed his lips and stubbornly replied, "Back then, I wasn't confident when I faced Old Man Lou, but now, I know all the tricks Old Man Lou used on me!"

"Zhao Xiaochui!"

Through the earpiece, the chubby receptionist suddenly adopted a stern tone, demanding, "I'm asking if you're confident!?"

"...No, not at all!" Zhao Xiaochui replied softly, "Sister Pang, I'm talking about facing those people from afar. I have absolutely no confidence!"

Fat receptionist: "..."

Zhao Xiaochui: "I know you did everything you could to help me, who was so willful and reckless, get to where I am today safely."

"I have some skills, and I don't care at all how they treat me. Whether it's cyberbullying or other methods, I can always find a way to make a living!"

"But what about Liu Li and Guo Guo?"

"Fatty, I'm just an ordinary citizen. What can I do against those 'bastards' except risk my worthless life to fight for 'fairness'?"

"..."

A sigh came through the earpiece, and the chubby receptionist remained silent.

"Zhao Xiaochui~" At this moment, the Labor Bureau's voice came, "I order you to cease operations."

Zhao Xiaochui took off the earphones and examined them carefully—he suspected that this was not a secure communication device, but rather a large sieve!

Wearing it again, Zhao Xiaochui said helplessly, "Uncle Lao, I can't stop."

"..." The director of labor choked for a moment after being rebuked, and then said in a solemn and firm tone, "Zhao Xiaochui, you don't need to do anything anymore. I guarantee to give you a fair competitive environment."

Zhao Xiaochui smiled and didn't say anything more.

Labor Bureau: "..."

After uttering his final question, Zhao Xiaochui didn't wait for the Labor Bureau's reply. He impatiently tapped his invisible earpiece:

"Operation Codename: Ghost: Crime and Punishment has begun. All back-end personnel are requested to block irrelevant communications and ensure the safety of all personnel involved!"

Backstage: "..."

Everyone watched as the 'little old man' swaggered out of the door, where no one stopped him.

Then, everyone saw the 'little old man' walk back with a black line on his face. He went straight to the window, opened it, and nimbly darted out.

The young woman rubbing her forehead: "..."

Everyone: "..."

此时，是2020年9月3日晚21:33分。

(End of this chapter)