The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 344 Dimensional Reduction Dialogue
Jin Ruiyi was so overwhelmed by the terrifying aura that she lost control of her bladder on the spot.

Zhao Xiaochui acted quickly, and before more people noticed this horrifying scene, he released her as if he were casually throwing away a piece of trash.

Jin Ruiyi's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground with a "plop," her whole body trembling violently, her eyes vacant, completely lost in a state of disorientation and collapse, the small puddle of water beneath her particularly glaring.

He created a rapid and brutal "cycle of retribution," allowing the perpetrator to personally experience the same, or even more primal, fear and loss of control as the victim.

After a brief moment of shock and silence, the live stream chat exploded like a tsunami:
"Holy crap!!!! I'm scared to death?! I'm scared to death in a physically sense?!"

"It's a bit... well, why do I feel so relieved?! Let her talk back! Let her be so high and mighty!"

"Thor is awesome!!! (voice cracks) I give this self-defense counterattack a perfect score!!"

"Where did that haughty air of hers go? How did she change like this in a second? It's hilarious!"

Streets of San Francisco.

Jin Ruiyi collapsed to the ground, the embarrassment of incontinence and extreme fear rendering her temporarily unresponsive. Wei Xiaoting and Leng Chao, their faces pale, froze on the spot, afraid to make the slightest move.

Hearing the distant sound of police sirens, Zhao Xiaochui didn't look at them again.

He quickly stepped back a few paces, turning his back to the main camera again, but when his face turned back to the front, all that cold, inhuman aura had vanished.

His face now wore only a trained expression of shock, apology, and helplessness.

"My intention was to take advantage of this unexpected opportunity to popularize an emergency massage technique for dealing with sudden panic and stabilizing one's mind."

He raised his left hand and used his right thumb to demonstrate pressing on the Neiguan acupoint, located two inches from the wrist crease on the inside of his wrist.

"When you encounter a sudden fright or conflict that causes your heart to beat too fast, your breathing to become labored, or your emotions to become out of control, pressing this acupoint firmly can effectively relieve panic and calm your mind."

He paused, his tone apologetic:

"I originally intended to use this as an example to show everyone that there are many methods in traditional medicine that can help us stabilize our emotions and cope with stress..."

"That concludes today's live stream. I apologize again for this unexpected conflict. I hope everyone will focus more on the beneficial methods of physical and mental well-being in our traditional medicine, rather than these unpleasant incidents."

After he finished speaking, he nodded slightly at the camera.

The live broadcast abruptly ended.

The screen went black instantly.

The Chinese internet instantly erupted into a frenzy of celebration and speculation, with bullet comments and comment sections completely flooded with terms like "Thor is awesome," "Science popularization turned into practical application," and "Physics is terrifying."

……

Wei Lan stared at the now-blacked-out live stream room, her face deathly pale.

She can disregard the domestic online backlash; her escape route and future have already been bet on America.

But at that moment, her son was publicly humiliated and lost his composure on the streets of America, which shattered her last shred of composure.

She couldn't help but suspect it was a coincidence. Her fingers trembled as she dialed her son Wei Xiaoting's number again.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. The background noise was the chaotic street and Wei Xiaoting's trembling, tearful voice: "Mom...Mom!" "Wei Xiaoting!" Wei Lan's voice was distorted with panic and worry, "Where are your bodyguards?! Where are the people I arranged to follow you?! Where did they all go?!"

On the other end of the phone, Wei Xiaoting's voice was filled with lingering fear and despair:

“They…their car got hit by an out-of-control pickup truck on the way! Just a few blocks from us! They’re still waiting for the police and accident investigation…they can’t get here! Mom! He did it on purpose! He must have done it on purpose! He’s not human…”

Om-!
Wei Lan's mind went completely blank, as if struck by a heavy hammer.

On the way? A car accident?
All the fragments pieced together at this moment—three children with similar backgrounds "just happened" to gather together, "just happened" to block Zhao Xiaochui, and the bodyguard vehicle "just happened" to be precisely stopped several blocks away by an unexpected accident at the same time...

This is no longer an act of revenge against Wei Lan personally.

This was a precise, breathtaking, trans-Pacific strike. The target wasn't her empty reputation back home, but rather her roots in America—her son—on which she placed all her hopes for the future.

She didn't care about being disgraced, but she couldn't bear the thought of her son's future in America being ruined, or even his life being threatened.

Their supposedly foolproof escape routes and plans may already be completely exposed to the enemy, and could be easily uprooted at any time.

The phone slipped from Wei Lan's hand and fell to the ground; she slumped onto the sofa.

Now, it's not just about worrying about the escape route that his son and he have planned, but also about the major shareholders, Boss Jin and Leng Xiao, especially Leng Xiao. Apart from Wang Gongzi, the entertainment industry's "Disciplinary Committee Secretary," which of his businessmen has ever had their children appear in public online?
This time...

This time, the cell phone on the carpet suddenly rang shrilly. Wei Lan glanced at the caller ID, her face contorted with panic, and all the last trace of color drained from her eyes.

"Mr. Jin?" Wei Lan answered the phone with a trembling voice.

“I’ve looked into the situation,” Mr. Jin said calmly over the phone. “That kid has a perfectly legal temporary status. The person who handled this for him has a business empire in China that’s comparable to mine, but in America… his business foundation and network of contacts are far deeper than mine.”

Wei Lan's heart sank to the bottom.

“Wei Lan,” Mr. Jin’s voice was calm, yet it delivered his final ultimatum, “I’m giving you 48 hours. Resolve all the issues—shut up your son, erase all related traces online. Most importantly, make Zhao Xiaochui completely ‘satisfied’.”

He paused, then added the sentence that sent Wei Lan plummeting into an icy abyss:
"If you can't do that... you'll have to bear all the consequences yourself. Jinling Capital will issue a statement immediately, defining all your actions as 'serious overreach of authority' and pursuing your legal responsibility."

"You take care of yourself."

The call was hung up.

The phone rang sharply again, and the name "Leng Xiao" appeared on the screen.

Wei Lan took a deep breath and answered the phone almost resignedly.

The moment the call connected, Leng Xiao's voice, laced with suppressed anger, rained down on the caller without a trace of politeness:

“Wei Lan,” he said, his voice barely audible, “you’d better give me an explanation that I can understand.”

"What did you promise me back then? You said everything was under control! Is this your 'control'?!"

Wei Lan opened her mouth, but no sound came out. All her explanations and excuses seemed pale and laughable after Boss Jin's phone call. Without Boss Jin's support, she completely lost the confidence to deal with Leng Xiao.

Moreover, Jinling Capital is merely a minor shareholder of Ugly Donkey.

(End of this chapter)