The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 334 Don't Let Me Know

Old John excitedly threw down his beer can and gripped the fishing rod tightly with both hands as he began to reel in the line.

He exerted all his strength, the fishing line was taut, and after a nearly exhausting struggle, a heavy, dark shadow was finally slowly dragged toward the shore.

A face covered in old scabs and fresh scratches emerged from the water.

His skin was chapped and dark from prolonged sun exposure and grime, but his eyes gleamed with an almost predatory light in the darkness. His wet hair, tangled with seaweed and mud, clung to his scalp.

Even more horrifying was that the man had the fishhook firmly in his mouth, like a water ghost crawling out of the abyss, and used the pull to leap onto the shore, bringing with him a splash of foul-smelling water and mud.

Old John's pupils suddenly contracted, and a choked sob escaped his throat. Before he could even scream, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, unconscious.

Zhao Xiaochui struggled to get ashore. He knelt on the gravel beach, panting heavily. He reached into his mouth and pulled the fishhook out, spitting it out onto the shore along with the blood.

He casually tossed aside the large satchel, which was roughly bound with wild vines and tree bark and had tears in it.

He turned back and looked at the eerie green eyes in the darkness on the opposite bank. The wolf pack hadn't left; they were just watching him from afar.

The North American gray wolves whose spinal degenerative diseases have all been absorbed by Zhao Xiaochui will bring great misfortune to the surrounding ranchers.

Because of this pack of wolves, the old man who used to cause trouble in South America has disappeared, replaced by the young Zhao Xiaochui.

Old John on the shore was fully equipped. Zhao Xiaochui first found the smartphone, grabbed Old John's finger, and pressed it on the Home button to unlock it.

He quickly opened his browser, trying to access the domestic network to check the messages from Easy Travel and the girls.

However, due to the presence of that firewall, the familiar interface failed to load for a long time, and only an error message popped up.

Old John, a fisherman who can catch anything except fish, would never open an international long-distance call.

He cursed under his breath, gave up the futile attempt, entered a well-known American number from memory, and pressed the call button.

The dedicated encrypted line set up for him by a certain department (bureau, hereinafter the same) was connected almost instantly upon dialing, and a calm and swift response came from the receiver, without any extra greetings.

"I'm alive!"

Zhao Xiaochui's voice was hoarse and rapid, with barely suppressed anxiety.

"Don't let me find out that you took the 'money' and didn't do the job!"

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui hung up the call before the other party could respond. He staggered to the side of the unconscious old John, patted him on the shoulder with his right hand, and a gentle warmth instantly flowed in, quietly dispelling the old angler's years of chronic pain, and at the same time, he fell into a deeper sleep.

He then picked up a sturdy waterproof canvas backpack from the angler and transferred the bright green banknotes from his tattered bag into it.

Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath, feeling his body refreshed—after absorbing the chronic illnesses of Gray Wolf and Old John, all fatigue and hidden injuries had been washed away.

Then, his figure flickered and disappeared into the night like a ghost, leaving no trace.

……

He is still alive, having survived the deadly net of the world's overlord and embarked on this hellish escape route.

The news was quickly relayed across the ocean, and the intense 'discussion' at the company abruptly ceased, with all dissenting opinions disappearing.

Uncle Lao glanced at some of the people who looked terrified, shook his head, and quickly gave instructions.

"Pass the message on immediately and cooperate with local authorities to carry out the relevant work!"

At 16:36 on September 11.

Zhou Yaqin's fingers trembled as they hovered above Gu Tianyu's number. She knew what pressing the dial button meant, but for the sake of these girls, she believed Zhao Xiaochui would understand her decision.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the screen—

Buzz... Buzz...

Her phone screen was suddenly flooded with a barrage of encrypted messages and file transfer notifications! The last plain text message was brief and impactful:
"The evidence has been handed over. It can be made public."

Zhou Yaqin's pupils contracted sharply, her fingers tightened abruptly, gripping the phone tightly. Her previously hunched back straightened instantly, and the almost extinguished fire in her eyes reignited!
Without almost any hesitation, she abruptly raised her head and screamed at all the desperate people in the office area:

"Get ready for the live stream!"

Almost at the same moment, at the intersection of Jinchan North Road.

Just as Ma Jinfang's eyes hardened and she was about to twist the accelerator hard, a seemingly ordinary black sedan suddenly cut in front of her heavy garbage truck.

Lei Zhen quickly got out of the car and took her car keys.

"Sister Ma, just watch and see, I guarantee that none of them will get away!"

Ma Jinfang glared at Lei Zhen with a sinister look in her eyes, without giving any response.

She got out of the car, reached into her coat as if she had grasped something, and with a ferocious expression, she tried to bypass Lei Zhen and rush straight towards the group of people in yellow vests—she wanted to seek justice for the 'master' in her own way.

However, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Several vehicles with different styles of roof lights quickly drove up, silently but efficiently surrounding and isolating the group of arrogant yellow vests.

A complete sense of control instantly replaced the previous chaos.

Wangjing, at the entrance of the Lvpeng Building.

The steel pipes and chains in the hands of the young men were still hanging down when they watched a middle-aged man with a pale face, dressed in a suit worn by the Ugly Donkey management, walk stiffly toward them step by step.

"Fuck him!"

With a shout, the "ghost fire guy" made another move, and several vehicles that sped up also blocked their way to the building entrance.

An imminent and even more devastating real-world conflict was abruptly halted at the last minute.

17:00 sharp.

Gu Tianyu sat alone in his luxurious office, his fingertips rhythmically tapping on the desk, waiting for the expected phone call.

He had already received news of the mass arrests of the yellow-vested individuals, which was entirely within his expectations. It would be unusual for such a large gathering not to be intervened. He knew that for Ugly Donkey, this was nothing more than a minor inconvenience that could be resolved by paying some fines.

In his view, this small price, if it could lead to a complete compromise of easy and slow travel, was an extremely worthwhile deal.

The news of the ambulance's arrival and the slow, easy passage also reached him, which was also an outcome he had anticipated. In his view, no one could withstand this level of precision strike, coordinated online and offline, especially when the targets were a group of ordinary women with no special background.

After his careful analysis, the old lady couldn't bear to see more girls get involved and hurt because of this.

However, the expected plea for mercy came later than he had anticipated.

Gu Tianyu glanced at his watch, frowned slightly, picked up his phone, and opened the official account page of Relaxing Travel.

His movements froze the instant the page refreshed.

On the screen, a bright red "Live Now" sign was clearly displayed.

His pupils contracted slightly, and the relaxed, confident expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an incredulous astonishment.

He instinctively sat up straight, tapped the screen with his finger, and entered the live stream.

In the footage, Zhou Yaqin was not the haggard, begging figure he had imagined, but rather sitting upright, speaking to the camera word by word:

"...Let's expose the real 'giant' hidden in the gutter of the internet - Aolun Vision Consulting and its CEO, Mr. Gu Tianyu."

Gu Tianyu's fingers instantly turned icy cold.

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(End of this chapter)