The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 333 Crash and Launch

Puff stepped forward in time, which eased the fear in the other girls.

But did the opponent not anticipate these things?
But just as a sliver of courage began to emerge, Ms. Pan Xiaoli, her face pale, hurried across the office area and quickly walked to Zhou Yaqin's side, her voice low and tinged with panic:

"Mr. Zhou, there are a lot of people wearing ugly yellow vests blocking the doorway. They don't look like they're here to deliver food..."

Zhou Yaqin's heart tightened, and she immediately walked quickly to the window facing the street.

Outside the gate of the Easy Slow Walk, twenty or thirty men dressed in ugly donkey rider outfits had gathered.

They were clearly not there to pick up or deliver food normally. They were gathered in groups of three or five, with cigarettes in their mouths, their eyes brazenly scanning the club's sign and the closed door, their faces showing a nonchalant, amused grin.

The security captain and several men nervously blocked the entrance, forming a fragile human wall to prevent them from getting any closer.

However, the opposing side had a numerical advantage, and the invisible pressure created by their thuggish and roguish demeanor made the faces of the burly security guards and the drivers who came to provide support look quite grim.

"When are you opening, buddy? I want to go in and 'relax' a bit!" another burly man shouted at the security guard, making an indecent gesture.

"I heard they're doing a live stream inside? Let's go in and get on camera too! Let the whole country see our 'special service'!" someone egged on, using vulgar language full of deliberate insults.

They didn't force their way in; they just stood around the doorway, saying the most offensive things at the top of their lungs, and making all sorts of lewd gestures and expressions.

This kind of blatant, real-world humiliation and threat is more impactful than cold, hard words on the internet.

They instantly transform virtual, invisible cyberbullying into a tangible, oppressive threat in the real world.

The girls who had just mustered up their courage squeezed to the window, but when they saw the scene downstairs and heard the unbearable shouts, their straightened backs instantly went limp.

Zhou Yaqin's face was ashen, her knuckles white from clenching her fists. She was just about to respond when uniforms appeared just in time and took away the yellow-vested man who had just made the provocation.

But what's the use? These are all carefully selected; take one away, and more will come.

Just then, Pan Xiaoli's phone rang. She glanced at it, her face turning even more ashen than if she were crying. She walked over to Zhou Yaqin and said in a breathy, desperate voice:

"Mr. Zhou... something even more troublesome is coming..."

"We just received several takeout orders, they're from... from our regular customers who are still waiting in the lounge area..."

Zhou Yaqin's heart skipped a beat; she already had a premonition of what was to come.

Pan Xiaoli's voice was trembling uncontrollably:

"They specifically requested... an ugly donkey rider to deliver the takeout..."

As soon as Pan Xiaoli finished speaking those desperate words, it was as if an invisible thunderclap exploded in the crowd.

The cream puff squeezed by the window gasped sharply, her face instantly turning deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Her eyes, already wide with fear, contracted sharply, filled with utter terror. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out; she could only frantically claw at her throat with her hands, as if something was choking her.

The next second, her body suddenly went limp, as if all her bones had been removed, and she fell straight backward.

"Cake puffs!"

The fawn closest to her cried out in surprise and tried to reach out to help, but it was too late.

With a muffled thud, Puff fell heavily to the ground, her eyes closed, her body began to twitch slightly uncontrollably, and a little white foam even spilled from the corner of her mouth.

This sudden turn of events acted like a fuse, instantly igniting the already tense nerves of everyone else.

Another girl, seeing the fallen cream puff, let out a short, sharp scream. She then abruptly covered her ears, curled up in a corner as if trying to hide inside, her body trembling violently. She muttered incoherently, "No...don't come any closer...it wasn't me...it wasn't me..."

Another girl seemed to have had a vomiting switch flipped; she suddenly bent over and began to dry heave uncontrollably, her face instantly covered in tears and snot, but nothing came out except the pain from severe stomach spasms.

The office area instantly descended into chaos.

Screams, cries, retching, and rapid breathing mingled together, mixed with the faint sounds of profanity drifting in from outside the window, creating a suffocating scene of hell. Dr. Lin Zhiyuan, who had been leisurely strolling along without leaving, rushed forward. After a quick examination, he solemnly diagnosed: "Acute stress disorder-induced hyperventilation syndrome and vasovagal syncope!"

He pointed to the girl huddled in the corner: "That's a dissociative reaction, a temporary interruption of consciousness."

Then look at the companion who was gagging: "This is stress-induced gastrointestinal spasm; the pressure directly attacks the digestive system through the brain-gut axis."

With a grave expression, he summarized to Zhou Yaqin: "This is a collective physiological stress breakdown. Stress hormones are attacking the entire body system, and immediate medical intervention is necessary!"

"Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance now!" Zhou Yaqin's voice trembled with uncontrollable panic for the first time. She almost rushed to Puff's side, but dared not move her easily.

Pan Xiaoli frantically pulled out her phone, her fingers trembling so much she could barely hold it. It took her several attempts to finally dial the emergency number. She incoherently described the address and situation to the operator: "Someone has fainted! They're convulsing!...Yes, many...many people are not right..."

Security guards tried to maintain order, but they were at a loss in the face of the sudden outbreak of collective hysteria inside and the menacing threat outside.

A few minutes later, the piercing siren of an ambulance grew louder as it approached, finally breaking through the encirclement of the group of people in yellow vests outside the door and stopping at the entrance of Relaxing Walk.

When the medical staff rushed in with a stretcher, this was the chaotic scene they saw: a girl was unconscious and twitching slightly; another was curled up in a corner, trembling and disoriented; another was slumped next to a trash can, pale-faced and still retching; the rest of the people seemed to have their souls taken away, standing blankly or crying.

The ambulance's red lights flashed silently outside the window, casting flickering light on the desperate and terrified faces of everyone inside.

Gu Tianyu's insidious scheme has finally spread from the virtual world into reality in the most cruel way.

16:30 minutes.

The official live stream for Relaxing and Slow Travel is not currently available.

16:31 minutes.

As people strolled leisurely towards the entrance, a group of people wearing yellow vests were taken away, but this did not stop the ever-growing number of people gathering.

A heavy garbage truck slowly came to a stop at the intersection of Jinchan North Road.

Looking at the yellow expanse at the entrance of the Easy Slow Drive, Ma Jinfang revealed a sinister and cruel sneer. She aimed the front of the car at that yellow expanse and slowly placed her hand on the accelerator, ready to go.

She would wait a while for more yellow vests to arrive.

16:32 minutes.

Donkey Peng Building in Wangjing, Beijing.

A dozen heavily modified electric scooters suddenly arrived, their electronic engines emitting a tearing roar, blocking the main entrance.

The recovered young man, wearing a hoodie that covered his face, held a steel pipe and chain lock that gleamed coldly in the blazing sun. The silent yet deadly threat instantly froze all the ugly donkey employees at the entrance.

They need to wait a while until the Ugly Donkey management team appears!

16:33 minutes.

Zhou Yaqin trembled as she raised her phone, staring blankly at Gu Tianyu's phone number.

16:34 minutes.

Black Rock Lake, on the edge of Hilla National Forest, New Mexico, USA.

This is a small reservoir hidden in a desert canyon, surrounded by rugged rocks and drought-resistant shrubs. It is far from the main road, and after nightfall, all is quiet except for the sound of the wind and the waves lapping against the shore.

Old John sat alone on a small folding chair on the shore, an ice bucket with several cans of beer beside him. His fishing rod lay beside him, the line dangling in the water, the float bobbing gently in the ripples.

What he enjoys is this tranquility away from the city.

Suddenly, the fishing rod bent sharply downwards in a dangerous arc!

"Holy shit! They've got the big one!"

(End of this chapter)