The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 316 New Means of Transportation

September 8, 2:03.

The giant crocodile, carrying Zhao Xiaochui, silently slid out of the last narrow waterway completely covered by mangrove roots.

The waters ahead suddenly widened, yet remained dominated by deep darkness. Only when the crocodile's tail slashed the surface did it create wisps of eerie blue-green bioluminescence, flickering eerily.

He tugged at the hole in the crocodile's head, gesturing for it to move towards a barely discernible muddy bank.

The mangroves twisted into eerie shapes in the dead of night, and even with the heat emanating from him, a lonely chill still gripped him, fueling his long-suppressed rage.

The giant crocodile reached the shore. Zhao Xiaochui leaped onto solid ground, then turned around and grabbed the crocodile's upper jaw, using his hands and feet to forcefully pry open its gaping maw.

He glanced at it in the dim light, then reached in and, after a few groping movements, pulled out a giant arapaima over a meter long.

“I won’t take yours for nothing,” he muttered to the restless crocodile.

"I'll take care of the rest of the bruises for you!"

After saying that, he slapped the giant crocodile with his right hand, and the giant crocodile was slammed into the mud by the huge wave.

"Payment complete, bye-bye!"

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his right hand down. With a deafening crash, the giant beast was slammed into the mud.

"Cash and goods settled!"

He slung his bag over his shoulder, hoisted the fish onto his shoulder, and turned to walk towards an open space.

A sudden burst of water erupted behind him, and the sneak attack arrived abruptly. Without turning his head, Zhao Xiaochui lashed out with his left leg like a whip!

With a miserable howl, the huge black shadow was kicked into the air and fell far into the water, making a dull thud.

"I could handle you when I was an old man, and now that I'm middle-aged, you still dare to seek revenge?"

"He really has no brains!"

He muttered to himself, trying to find a kind of bittersweet humor, in an attempt to dispel the agonizing loneliness.

He lit a small campfire in an open space—in the bag he always carried, besides US dollars, there was only a Dupont lighter he had casually grabbed and a fighting dagger.

Unlike when dealing with the thugs in the office building, he did not harm the American soldiers chasing him; he only seized a dagger.

Flames tore through the darkness, licking at the enormous chunks of fish skewered on thick branches. Drips of fat sizzled and released a tantalizing aroma.

He silently gnawed on the rough fish meat, the intense energy flowing through his body, replenishing what he had consumed, but unable to warm the boundless night around him and the long road of escape.

After finishing the last bite of meat, Zhao Xiaochui stood up and stretched his shoulders and legs.

Having grown up in the mountains, he knew all too well that relying solely on his two legs to brave this green hell would inevitably lead to his death. He needed a new means of transportation.

He twisted his waist, making a few soft sounds.

The next moment, he suddenly darted into the dense bushes beside him!

Almost simultaneously, a huge black shadow was startled and sprang up!

It was an enormous jaguar, its fur gleaming glossy in the dim light, and its size was more than twice that of an ordinary jaguar. In its panic, it leaped onto a small tree about the thickness of a wrist, trying to use it for leverage to escape.

Without stopping, Zhao Xiaochui's clothes fluttered in the wind as he delivered an exceptionally sharp side kick directly to the tree trunk!

Without stopping, Zhao Xiaochui's clothes fluttered in the wind as he delivered an exceptionally sharp side kick directly to the tree trunk!

With a crisp "crack," the sapling snapped.

Caught off guard, the giant leopard plummeted from mid-air, branch and all. Zhao Xiaochui steadied himself directly below, stretching out his arms expectantly, as if not to catch a ferocious beast, but rather a…

"Hello, would you like to learn about cervical spondylosis rehabilitation?"

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8:33 AM, Fatou, Beijing.

Although the boss was not there, the technicians, who were supposed to be "relaxed and slow," had all arrived at their posts early. Not to mention the busy office area, where Mrs. Zhou Yaqin hadn't been home for almost half a month.

The massage hall on the first floor is already ready, and the three leisure waiting areas and children's play area are all open.

Regular customers from the surrounding area and those who received text message reminders arrived one after another, in a quiet and orderly manner.

Since the reservation system has not yet been opened, the store has not turned away customers. Anyone who meets the requirements and is willing to wait can enter.

The complimentary tea area was already set up, filled with steam and the subtle aroma of tea.

The waitresses in uniforms moved among the guests, carrying glass jugs and promptly refilling their water and changing their cups.

If you're in a rush and haven't had breakfast, you can receive a special Chinese light meal set meal made by Lao Gu, the owner of the "breakfast shop".

In the children's area, several children were engrossed in playing with Lego bricks and picture books, with occasional soft conversations but no loud noise.

The entire hall was enveloped in a relaxed yet busy atmosphere.

The tranquility and comfort of the store allowed Su Wan, who had brought her son there early in the morning, to unknowingly take a short nap.

If it weren't for the faint sounds of arguing coming from the doorway, she probably would have slept until the waitress gently called her.

Last night, she received a text message from "Relax and Slow Travel".

Although the boss wasn't personally serving this time, nor was it the special technician Ji Wenfeng from the first floor, the free experience offered by the girls on the second floor is still something to look forward to.

Given Su Wan's status as the head of the China region for a leading global company, becoming a member on the second floor would be more than sufficient.

She could easily afford the exorbitant fees on the second floor, just for Zhao Xiaochui's service, or for the girls' skillful hands.

Unfortunately, all she wanted was to relieve fatigue and improve her complexion. Compared to clients with more urgent needs, this was perhaps why she kept failing to get an appointment.

But so what? Her son is healthy and doing well in his studies; that's enough for her.

The hushed argument at the door continued, and Su Wan frowned slightly as she opened her eyes. She initially thought another customer had forgotten the security guard's instructions and had been reminded by the young lady for playing short videos aloud.

Just because they insist on maintaining a relaxed and slow pace of business, they are still under intense online harassment. To prevent this from affecting the technicians' work, it is recommended that they be prohibited from watching short videos or discussing related content.

Frankly speaking, as a multinational executive, she understands the actions of Far East Capital, but does not agree with their practices.

Based on Su Wan's limited understanding, she was confident that she could turn this store into a billion-dollar industry simply by developing a hair regrowth derivative business.

However, the fact that Yuanfang Capital chose to exert pressure to force stores to close and drive young business owners to disappear only shows that they are still trapped in old-fashioned business logic.

Is there any precedent in the world for that young man's abilities?
Su Wan opened her eyes groggily, stretched comfortably, and to be honest, she rarely slept so comfortably outside of home.

This store is so unique!

She stretched lazily, feeling completely relaxed. To be honest, she rarely slept this soundly outside of home. This shop was so different.

Once fully awake, she looked around but didn't see the scene she expected. The argument was coming from the direction of the main gate. She vaguely heard the burly gatekeeper reporting in a low voice over the walkie-talkie:
"Mr. Zhou, the landlord of the dry cleaning shop is coming to forcibly terminate the lease... She demands that the person in charge come forward to discuss this."

(End of this chapter)