The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 343 Recreating 'Puff Pastry'

Jin Ruiyi chuckled softly, her voice clear yet undisguisedly dismissive. She spoke to her companion in Chinese, as if Zhao Xiaochui didn't exist:

"Why bother talking to him so much? Does he look like someone who can handle this kind of 'trouble'? Let's call the police. We're going to be late for the afternoon salon anyway, a little extra time won't make a difference."

As she spoke, she glanced casually at Zhao Xiaochui, who was struggling to get up, then frowned slightly and continued in a tone that was both complaining and superior:

"I really don't know why America always lets in these useless trashy people... What can they do besides causing trouble and lowering the standard of the community? It's a complete waste of social resources."

Her words carried an arrogance that made her completely identify as the "master," as if she were born to belong to this land, and that someone like Zhao Xiaochui was merely an unwanted flaw.

These words were clearly and accurately transmitted back to China through the live broadcast microphone.

In an instant, the live stream chat exploded with comments:

"Holy crap!!! Who is this woman? Is she getting all superior from being a simp?!"

"You consider America your motherland? And you're looking down on your fellow countrymen? What's your surname?"

"You say 'garbage nourishes people'? Aren't you a product of that kind of 'garbage' yourself? What are you pretending to be so important about!"

"This kind of mentality is the most disgusting among Americans! They've been kneeling for so long they can't stand up anymore, huh?"

"Screw her! We must let her know what country she's from!"

"If you love America so much, why don't you just tear up your passport already? What are you still babbling about?"

Jin Ruiyi's remarks, which separated her from her fellow countrymen, identified herself as a "superior Chinese," and wantonly belittled others, precisely hit the nerve of all viewers, instantly igniting a torrent of anger.

Just then, Wei Xiaoting also lost his patience. Seeing that Zhao Xiaochui seemed to want to turn around and leave, he suddenly reached out to grab his shoulder and pull him back: "Did I say you could leave?!"

…………

Inside a private club in China.

Wei Lan, who had been relegated to a secondary role, was frantically dealing with the mess at Jinling Capital when her phone suddenly started vibrating incessantly. The urgent message from her trusted aide consisted of only one line and a link:
"Chief Wei! Urgent! Xiaoting is in trouble in San Francisco! He's live-streaming on Yin Fu short video platform!"

Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers trembled as she clicked the link.

When the live stream popped up, clearly showing her son Wei Xiaoting, Leng Chao, and Jin Ruiyi surrounding the masseur named Zhao Xiaochui, her face turned deathly pale.

"How could he be there?! And with Leng and Jin's child?!"

Her mind raced, and she instantly realized that this was no coincidence.

These three wealthy second-generation individuals with similar backgrounds, who should have been living their own lives, appeared at the same location and targeted the same person. There must be a force behind this, pushing and arranging things.

A chill ran down my spine and straight to the top of my head.

She stopped looking at her son's arrogant yet impending doomed face on the screen, grabbed another phone, and practically slammed the buttons to dial Leng Xiao's number.

The call was connected almost instantly.

Without any pleasantries, Wei Lan's voice was trembling with extreme anger and fear as she cut straight to the point:

"Leng Xiao! Tell me! Wei Xiaoting, Leng Chao, and Jin Ruiyi! Why are the three of them all in San Francisco at the same time?! And why did they all block Zhao Xiaochui together?!"

“Mr. Wei, I can’t get through to any of the three of them on the phone,” Leng Xiao said, equally agitated. “But I asked the children’s friends, and all three of them received an invitation to a salon, which is why they got together.”

The biggest problem now is that they are all businessmen and there is no good way to get the live stream to be cut off, especially for the relaxed and slow-paced live stream!

Wei Lan's heart sank completely. She glanced at her phone, then, without further hesitation, called Boss Jin, who might still have the ability to resolve the situation.

"Boss, something's happened. Here's a link for you to take a look."

A short while later, Wei Lan put down the phone and stared blankly at the screen.

"I thought it was all over."

"We all admit defeat, we all..."

"Why..."

"Shouldn't we be reasonable?"

…………

Just as Wei Xiaoting's hand was about to touch Zhao Xiaochui's shoulder, Zhao Xiaochui, who had just stood up and whose center of gravity might not have been fully stable, seemed startled by the sudden movement and instinctively made a very small and extremely quick dodge. This movement seemed to be just an instinctive reaction after being startled, but at such close range, his shoulder and back "unintentionally" bumped into a weak point in Wei Xiaoting's wrist and elbow joint, which were not yet stable.

"Ugh!" Wei Xiaoting felt a sudden tingling and numbness in his arm, and the force of his forward momentum was instantly deflected. He lost his balance and staggered several steps in a very disheveled manner, almost falling to the ground.

"You son of a bitch!" Seeing this, Leng Chao thought Zhao Xiaochui was up to no good, and in a fit of rage, he instinctively threw a punch at him.

Zhao Xiaochui seemed to be terrified by the successive attacks and appeared even more "panicked". He suddenly shrank back to dodge, and at the same time, his arm "accidentally" swung upward and outward during the blocking process.

This seemingly clumsy blocking move, however, "coincidentally" struck the nerve on the inside of Leng Chao's arm with the angle and timing of his raised elbow.

"Ah!" Leng Chao's entire arm went numb instantly, his fist went limp, and a look of pain and disbelief appeared on his face.

Live Streaming Results:

Domestic bullet comments exploded instantly:

"They made the first move! Wei Xiaoting arrested people first! And it's on video!"

"Thor just dodged! He lost his balance!"

"Serves you right! You started it yourself and now you're blaming others for avoiding it?"

"That was perfect self-defense! Thor is so lucky!..."

"This constitutes assault in the United States, his lawyer fees are going to be skyrocketing!"

on site:

Jin Ruiyi was stunned by the sudden turn of events and screamed, "What...what are you doing! Call the police! Call the police now!"

Zhao Xiaochui quickly took two steps back, creating a safe distance, and spread his hands slightly to indicate "I stop, no threat." He then clearly spoke to those around him in the English the Asian youth had taught him:
“I didn’t throw a punch. I was just defending myself. I’ll stay here and wait for the police to arrive.”

His expression was one of shock and innocence, as if everything that had just happened was merely an instinctive reaction born of good luck.

Jin Ruiyi was completely stunned by the scene before her. Her capable companions, Wei Xiaoting and Leng Chao, were staggering and in a sorry state, while the seemingly ordinary "Runren" was standing perfectly fine.

She let out a sharp scream, completely abandoning her socialite composure, and lunged at Zhao Xiaochui with bared teeth and claws, her long nails aimed straight at his face!
"You piece of trash! You dare touch them! I'll fight you to the death!"

Just as her fingertips were about to touch Zhao Xiaochui, time seemed to freeze.

Zhao Xiaochui, who had always seemed passive and even somewhat "panicked," suddenly underwent a dramatic change in demeanor.

He suddenly turned to the side, perfectly turning his back to all possible cameras and onlookers, thus concealing his expression and most of his movements.

But in the eyes of Jin Ruiyi and Wei Xiaoting and Leng Chao who were close by, what they saw was a face that had instantly shed all its pretense, leaving only a cold and lifeless expression.

Deep within those eyes lay an absolute indifference and murderous intent devoid of any human emotion, as if they had crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the Colombian rainforest.

He didn't even make any obvious attacking moves.

In that split second, a hand shot out like a ghost and grabbed Jin Ruiyi's slender neck.

Zhao Xiaochui actually lifted her off the ground with one hand!

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Press down hard with your right thumb.

Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian.

Renying acupoint.

All of Jin Ruiyi's screams and scratches were instantly choked in her throat, and her feet helplessly kicked futilely in the air, a dozen centimeters off the ground.

A wave of immense fear and suffocation instantly gripped her, and she clearly saw her own face, distorted with extreme terror, reflected in those eyes.

The near-death experience of being choked by an invisible force, losing consciousness, and completely losing control of oneself was exactly the same as when Puff suffered a mental breakdown, curled up in a corner trembling and unable to speak during the internet crisis.

"Uh... huh..."

She couldn't utter a complete sound; her pupils dilated with extreme fear, and her eyes no longer held arrogance, but rather the utter emptiness and despair that Puff had once possessed, a deprivation of all defenses.

Immediately afterwards, a warm, foul-smelling liquid flowed rapidly down the inside of her expensive trousers without warning, dripping onto the clean sidewalks of San Francisco.

(End of this chapter)