The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 292 Meritorious Service
Zhao Xiaochui muttered something, grabbed the still screaming "piece of flesh" with his left hand, and swung it up to the second floor.

"Bang bang~"

Two gunshots rang out, and the screams and groans finally ceased. The remaining chunks of flesh seemed afraid that Zhao Xiaochui would pick them off next.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded in satisfaction. He gritted his teeth and adjusted the flow of heat to the fractured part of his right arm. As a warm current surged through, the bones in his right arm made a slight "click" sound, miraculously resetting themselves. Although he couldn't move them fully yet, at least they were no longer in that bizarre twisted shape. However, his right leg remained limping and couldn't fully recover.

He looked at the other surviving "pieces of flesh".

Although the agents tried to keep their mouths shut and suppress their pain, Zhao Xiaochui had already memorized their locations. He limped forward, approached them one by one, slapped them with his left hand, and then threw them one by one to the second floor.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Xiaochui casually picked up an assault rifle, slung it over his shoulder, grabbed the last still-breathing piece of "meat," and threw it violently towards the second floor. At the same time, he pushed off with his left foot and leaped up as well.

"Bang bang~"

As two bullets knocked the chunk of flesh off, Zhao Xiaochui's figure was revealed.

Internal exercises in Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Apply heavy pressure with your thumb.

The Gallbladder Meridian of Foot-Shaoyang.

Jianjing point!
‘Pa~’

With a lightning-fast strike from Zhao Xiaochui's left hand, Richard Keaton, who appeared gentle and refined but had a sinister face, instantly stiffened, his pupils contracted violently, and he was horrified to find that he could not move.

"30 seconds~"

Zhao Xiaochui muttered something as he got up from the ground, rummaged around on Keaton's body, found the phone and glanced at it—it had both facial and fingerprint recognition.

That makes things easier. Zhao Xiaochui held the phone up to that gentle and refined face and then unlocked it with his fingerprint.

Afterwards, Zhao Xiaochui rummaged around in his crotch for a while, took out a USB flash drive-like object, plugged it into the phone's charging port, and then tapped the invisible earpiece.

"It's your turn, buddy!"

"Little Hammer..." the backstage staff member asked, trembling, "Are you... alright?"

At that moment, there was a mirror right behind Keaton. Looking at himself in the mirror, Zhao Xiaochui said against his will, "It's nothing."

After saying that, Zhao Xiaochui unfastened a rifle of unknown model from his body, pointed it at the gentle and refined 'Commissioner Smith,' and pulled the trigger under the horrified, pleading, and desperate gaze of the man.

"Click~"

Zhao Xiaochui looked at the rifle that wouldn't fire with a puzzled expression. He turned the gun around and glanced at the muzzle, wondering if something was blocking it. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he stopped.

He patted his chest in relief, then saw Keaton standing motionless with a look of utter disbelief, and a surge of anger welled up inside him: "What are you looking at?!"

After saying that, Zhao Xiaochui swung the gun barrel and smashed it down on his head.

"What are you looking at!"

"Puff~"

"Puff puff puff~~~~"

Only after the rifle parts were scattered did Zhao Xiaochui throw away the deformed barrel.

In the corner, the trembling figure moved even more violently.

The busy backstage staff: "..."

Zhao Xiaochui, supporting himself on his left leg, hopped and skipped towards the window, pulling something out from behind the curtains...

A white coat with a full head of white hair.

Plus the work badge on his chest...

Is this a mad scientist?

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head. At this moment, he was covered in blood, and there were still bits of flesh from some unknown part hanging from his hair and clothes.

Upon seeing him, the trembling old man in the white coat rolled his eyes and fainted!

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaochui got angry: Did I make you faint? Then he swung his right hand, which had just recovered.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Dig hard with your thumbnail.

The Governing Vessel (Du Mai).

The hole in the human body.

The old man in the white coat woke up instantly.

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui, who was like Satan on earth, she rolled her eyes again.

I'll keep picking at it!
It wasn't until the old man's mouth was full of blood, staining his white teeth red, that the trembling old man got used to Zhao Xiaochui's appearance.

He started muttering to himself.

He said he was invited by Keaton.

Through the earpiece, I heard simultaneous interpretation from a busy colleague.

“He said that Lao Lou was a member of his father’s team. Keaton saw the video a while ago, and based on the time, place and your travel destination, he guessed it was you.”

"He said Keaton assured the agents that if they killed or captured you and then kidnapped members of the tour group, they could share the container of wealth. That's why they were so fearless!"

"He said he was invited from Keaton's laboratory in Dexterity, and that he wanted to exchange your corpse or a living person for the experimental results."

"He also said that your blood is very valuable, and that as long as you return to China with him and share the research results, he will guarantee you wealth and honor!"

"He said……"

Zhao Xiaochui didn't say anything more. He found the phone on the old man, unlocked it, plugged in the USB drive, and put it aside. Then he picked up a heavy French-style recliner and started smashing it at the old man.

Backstage staff: "..."

Having learned from his previous experience, Zhao Xiaochui chopped the meat into minced meat in three minutes. He hopped over to his desk on his left leg, and immediately, the complex voice of his colleague backstage, suppressing both elation and rage, boomed in his ears:

"Little Hammer, this old man and Keaton were recording each other's conversation. Damn it, those bastards... the recording contains their plan to poison us!"

After a brief pause, an uncontrollable shout of excitement erupted:
"Little hammer, you've done a great job!"

Zhao Xiaochui stared expressionlessly at the messy desktop covered in documents, cigar ash, and empty bullet casings.

What's the point of performing meritorious service?

He risked his life here not to gain merit.

The next second, he stretched out his wrinkled and age-spotted, slightly trembling right hand, and casually waved it, as if sweeping away a pile of meaningless garbage, roughly sweeping all the debris to the ground.

Beneath the clutter lay Keaton's unfinished late-night snack—a steak still bloody, several golden-brown deep-sea scallops, and a bottle of red wine lying quietly beside it.

Zhao Xiaochui did not hesitate at all.

He bent down and began to eat and drink voraciously, greedily replenishing his broken body with energy.

…………

"Why don't you finish it? It's a rare treat."

The top floor of the Park Hyatt Hotel in Beijing.

Seeing that Wei Lan hadn't finished the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup, Leng Xiao asked in confusion.

Wei Lan chuckled, picked up the glass of 88 Moutai and took a sip: "The so-called nourishment of this stuff is just a psychological suggestion of the scarcity of ingredients. Its actual nutritional value is far inferior to a balanced diet."

Leng Xiao was surprised by his partner's pragmatism and restraint. He looked at the strong woman, leaned forward slightly, and brought the topic back to the main point: "Mr. Wei is right. However, speaking of 'cost-effectiveness,' I was just thinking about this too. Although we've found the 'stepping stone' for this business, relying solely on those five technicians, even if we squeeze every last drop of value from them, won't achieve the rapid development we expect, let alone like that small shop that opened up the high-end market overnight."

Wei Lan put down her wine glass and looked at Leng Xiao with interest: "What does Mr. Leng think?"

(End of this chapter)