The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 290 Enjoying drinks and revelry amidst the fierce battle

The tactical commander's sphere suddenly contracted, and the gaunt old man clung to the thrown agent's corpse like a shadow, maximizing the effectiveness of the human shield.

In that split second, several quick-reacting agents drew a Glock 17 pistol from their waists just before Zhao Xiaochui was about to crash into the crowd. Almost instinctively, they raised their hands and pulled the trigger at the blurry figure in the air.

"Bang! Bang bang!!!"

A series of crisp gunshots rang out, bullets whistling through the air as they rained down on Zhao Xiaochui in mid-air.

Zhao Xiaochui groaned, his body inevitably stiffening in mid-air, but the momentum still carried him to crash into the three agents, causing them to fall together.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui's black mask and red cloth strip were completely soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his mouth, nose and eyes, rising and falling slightly with his rapid and weak breathing.

His forehead, temples, chin… every exposed part of his skin was dripping with large beads of sweat. He looked as if he had just been pulled from the water, curled up on the ground, his body even twitching slightly uncontrollably. But deep in his eyes burned a ferocious light, like that of a dying beast.

"Damn it! Switch to your knives! Don't hurt your own men!" the tactical commander roared, drawing his military knife at the same time. These agents, who didn't care about ordinary people's lives, were just as ruthless to him.

The gunfire stopped abruptly, replaced by the cold glint of blades being drawn from their sheaths.

"Jesus is fucking Christ!"

An agent roared, a cruel smile on his face, and raised his tactical knife, thrusting straight at the enemy.

Zhao Xiaochui and several agents were locked in a fierce struggle on the ground. He lay on his back, his mind filled with the image of that deadly blade...

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Park Hyatt Beijing, rooftop ballroom.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall reached its climax after the signing ceremony.

Surrounded by the crowd, Wei Lan wore a perfectly timed smile, exuding an air of confidence and control. Holding a glass of champagne, she occasionally chatted quietly with the celebrities around her, every glance and nod conveying a sense of effortless mastery.

"President Wei, congratulations! This investment is truly visionary!" An elite dressed in fine clothes stepped forward and extended his hand warmly.

Wei Lan smiled and shook hands with him, their fingertips lightly touching, polite yet distant: "Mr. Wang, you're too kind. There will be many more opportunities for cooperation in the future."

Her words were concise and powerful, expressing gratitude while hinting at future possibilities, making people feel comfortable while also being hesitant to offend her.

Her gaze swept across the entire room, and after exchanging pleasantries with a leader of the Securities and Exchange Commission for a few moments, she arrived at the casual dining chairs next to the Baroque-style colonnade.

Leng Xiao was already sitting there.

He was wearing a sharp suit, and his expression was more serious than Wei Lan's. He would occasionally pick up his glass and take a sip of champagne.

Seeing Wei Lan sitting beside him, he pointed to a bowl of hot soup on the glass tea table and said with a smile, "The big boss specially served you a bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. And just like that night, the ingredients are rare and the cooking is difficult."

Wei Lan nodded reservedly: "It's a pity that we're missing a cup of 78 Moutai."

“The 78 one is gone…” Leng Xiao chuckled softly, “but the 88 one is still here, in the glass over there.”

Wei Lan finally smiled faintly and raised her glass: "To our mutual success."

Leng Xiao raised his glass: "Cheers."

"Ding~"

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"Ding~"

Internal Martial Arts - Xingyi Techniques - Body Wrapping.

At the critical moment, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly rolled away, his body sliding off the ground like an eel, avoiding the fatal blow.

The blade grazed his ear, sending a gust of cold wind through him, before slamming into the ground with a piercing sound. Ignoring the excruciating pain in his right leg and ribs, he swiftly reached out with his left hand, grabbing the agent's ankle, while simultaneously thrusting his right leg forward to kick the man's knee hard.

"Crack!"

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the agent's knee bent backward at an unnatural angle. He screamed in pain, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Xiaochui gave him no chance to catch his breath, his body rising up with the momentum, his withered right hand like an iron hammer, smashing hard into the agent's throat.

"puff!"

After smashing the agent, Zhao Xiaochui didn't even look at the one he had hit. His ghostly figure moved again, dodging several flashes of light, and randomly chose a direction to break through—he was already surrounded by the remaining agents.

"Go! Don't let him breathe!" the tactical commander roared, his saber whistling as he aimed straight for Zhao Xiaochui's head.

Zhao Xiaochui was at his last gasp. The gunshot wound in his right leg made every movement excruciating, and the wounds on his left arm and ribs were constantly bleeding, but the fierce glint in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He ducked to avoid the incoming blade.

Internal Martial Arts - Xingyi Techniques - Planting Fist.

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly took a step forward, his body sinking down, and his right fist, carrying a heavy force, slammed hard towards the tactical commander. This punch was powerful and heavy.

"boom!"

The tactical commander was thrown into the air, creating an opening.

Zhao Xiaochui stomped his left foot hard, and just as he was about to exert force, he was suddenly grabbed tightly by a pair of strong arms.

Zhao Xiaochui had paid special attention to the owner of those arms before. Damn, he was even bigger than Dwayne Johnson, so he deliberately avoided him during the two raids. He didn't expect that he couldn't avoid him this time!

"Kill him!!" the Rock Agent, who had grabbed Zhao Xiaochui, shouted viciously.

The agent opposite did not hesitate for a moment, thrusting his military knife fiercely towards Zhao Xiaochui's left shoulder.

Zhao Xiaochui, who was being held captive, reacted a beat too late. The blade pierced his left shoulder, and the intense pain made him shudder. He immediately curled up into a ball, trying to use his strong arms to block a second attack.

However, the experienced and ruthless agents, in order to avoid accidentally hitting the boulder, put away their military knives and unleashed a barrage of vicious punches and kicks at Zhao Xiaochui!
"what--!"

In no time, Zhao Xiaochui's face was bruised and swollen, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Despite the excruciating pain, the ferocity in Zhao Xiaochui's eyes intensified. He didn't struggle; instead, his body suddenly sank, his intact left foot gripping the ground as if rooted to the spot.

Then, he twisted his waist and hips violently, and an unimaginable "shaking force" instantly spread from the soles of his feet throughout his body, causing his emaciated body to tremble violently.

Internal Martial Arts - Xingyi Techniques - Bear-Shaking Lean.

"Ugh!"

The agent holding the boulder felt a tremendous force erupt from Zhao Xiaochui, instantly stiffening his arm muscles and causing his tightly clenched hands to involuntarily loosen.

Using the force of the tremor, Zhao Xiaochui leaned back sharply and slammed into the chest of the Rock Agent.

"puff!"

A dull thud came from the Rock Agent's chest, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily near the stairwell.

At the same time, the military knife that had pierced Zhao Xiaochui's left shoulder was forcibly pulled out due to his violent shaking and the giant rock agent's backward flight.

Zhao Xiaochui groaned, blood gushing from the wound on his left shoulder, but he didn't even look at it, his eyes only on the special agent holding the knife in front of him.

Internal Martial Arts - Xingyi Techniques - Tiger Form Pouncing on its Prey.

(End of this chapter)