The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 440 The Humanoid Nuclear Weapon Maintenance Team is Forced to Show Themselves

"..." Zhao Xiaochui shoved the medical record back into her hand speechlessly. "You're too lazy to register for a membership and make an appointment, but you have the time to come and block my door in the middle of the night?"

The middle-aged woman was speechless when asked the question.

Zhao Xiaochui stopped looking at her, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before him. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears:
"If everyone follows the rules, we will naturally do our best to accommodate them."

He changed the subject:
"But if you want to take shortcuts by blocking doors and causing trouble, then I'll put it this way: taking it easy and slow is fine."

"If this store can't open, we can open it somewhere else. Let them spread all the rumors online! Ordinary people don't want to come because of what they hear? No problem, there are plenty of wealthy and discerning customers lining up to come!"

These words stunned the group of people.

These days, which business doesn't treat its customers like royalty? They're terrified of offending them even slightly and getting their reputation exposed online. But this guy not only doesn't care about the online gossip, he doesn't even care if his shop can stay open!

He could only stare blankly as he walked toward the Rocket III parked by the roadside.

Zhao Xiaochui straddled the Triumph Rocket III and twisted the throttle sharply! The motorcycle roared and shot forward like an arrow.

Just as the car accelerated, two ear-piercing screechs of brakes rang out! Two unassuming minivans, one in front and one behind, rudely cut in from the side, blocking his path!

Zhao Xiaochui's pupils contracted, and his right hand instantly slammed on the front brake!

Is this never going to end?

I'm already spending that little bit of money, what's the rush?!
The immense inertia caused the rear wheels to lift high into the air instantly, making the entire vehicle almost stand upright.

With his amazing strength, Zhao Xiaochui stabilized the motorcycle. Instead of crashing, he used the momentum to grip the handlebars tightly with both hands, exerted his strength with his waist and abdomen, and completed a forward flip in mid-air with the heavy motorcycle weighing several hundred kilograms!
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the man and the vehicle drew an arc in the air, and with a loud "boom," the heavy motorcycle chassis slammed heavily onto the Cullinan's engine hood!
"Fuck~"

Zhao Xiaochui knelt on one knee on the dented hood, the rocket engine that had been smashed into the back of the van still spinning and roaring in the air.

He slowly raised his head, his icy gaze sweeping across the car like a knife.

Almost simultaneously, the figures around them swayed! The special operations team from "a certain department," which had been lurking in the nooks and crannies, appeared from all directions like ghosts and quickly took control of the scene.

"Holy crap!" one of the team members couldn't help but mutter under his breath. He was not shocked by Zhao Xiaochui's inhuman skills, but by the fact that he had been forced to use this ability in public!
He immediately pressed the headset and reported quickly in a low voice:
"Report! 'Nuclear weapon' exhibits PTSD stress response! Triggered by malicious interception stimulus! Repeat, someone deliberately provoked the target!"

The other team members, with grim faces, began clearing the area, walking up to the terrified streamers, confiscating their phones, and issuing warnings.

They were aware of Zhao Xiaochui's situation.

The fact that this child had a PTSD attack is not due to their negligence; it only means that a hole has been torn in the outer protective net.

This protective net isn't meant to protect Zhao Xiaochui at all; it's to protect those fools who are ignorant of their own limitations and recklessly charge at him! It's to prevent a situation like tonight's from getting out of control!
The fact that these two vehicles could so precisely break through the defenses and appear in front of him only proves one thing:

Someone wants to use Zhao Xiaochui as a pawn to kill someone else!

The car door was suddenly pushed open, and a young, fat man dressed in designer clothes, but who was now pale with fright, almost tumbled out. His legs were so weak that he collapsed onto the ground, and a small wet patch was visibly visible in his crotch.

Immediately afterward, an older man in a business suit staggered out of the car, barely managing to stand by holding onto the door. His eyes were filled with horror as he looked at Zhao Xiaochui.

"Misunderstanding...misunderstanding~"

The chubby boy pointed at Zhao Xiaochui, who was still kneeling on the hood of the car, his voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Are you...a person...?" At this moment, a special operations team member from "a certain company" quickly put on his name tag and cautiously approached Zhao Xiaochui.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaochui did not react excessively after glancing at the name tag, he tremblingly put a specially made earphone on Zhao Xiaochui's ear.

Lei Zhen's urgent voice immediately came through the earpiece, quickly analyzing the current situation and the possible mastermind behind it all.

As Zhao Xiaochui listened, he slowly jumped off the hood of the car. As the orange-yellow heat within him gradually subsided, the ferocity in his eyes also dissipated, and he regained his usual clarity.

Seeing this, the surrounding team members finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly began to disperse the onlookers who had been terrified.

This group of people used to block the gate and cause trouble every day because the neighborhood committee couldn't forcefully drive them away. This time, "a certain department" personally intervened to clear the area, so they probably won't dare to come back even if they had ten times the courage.

Ignoring the commotion around him, Zhao Xiaochui walked straight to the chubby boy who was slumped on the ground. The older man in the business suit next to him quickly stepped forward and explained with a wry smile:
"Mr. Zhao, please calm down! We really had no other choice... We couldn't contact your company through any channels, so we had no other option but to resort to this. We only stopped you because we saw you were about to leave on your bicycle, and we were in a moment of panic. We had absolutely no malicious intent!"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at him, then tilted his head and curiously examined the chubby boy on the ground.

"You know me, you know I'm rich, and you know I'm throwing money around, yet you don't realize it's dangerous to get close to me?"

Zhao Xiaochui's words startled the old man, and the chubby boy on the ground thought for a moment, then his expression changed drastically.

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head, looking at Xiong Tiantian who was sprawled on the ground with some confusion: "Hey fat guy on the ground, who did you offend? Why would someone treat you like this?"

The fat guy on the ground is called Xiong Tiantian. He has always been arrogant, but people in the industry know that he has a bottom line and never seeks personal gain.

This overbearing interception was actually ordered by him on purpose. He was used to others giving in because of his status and imposing manner, and thought he could do the same thing again. But he ran into a brick wall.

The iron plate that almost killed him!
Xiong Tiantian had seen that look in her grandfather's eyes before, and knew that Zhao Xiaochui wasn't faking it; he really wanted to kill them!

Xiong Tiantian, her face contorted with grief, glanced instinctively at her soaking wet crotch and said in a tearful voice:
"I...I know...it's that bastard XXX! I'll kill him later..."

"You don't need to lift a finger," Zhao Xiaochui interrupted him coldly. "Just tell me that person's name and household registration information..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lei Zhen's desperate, almost tearful pleading voice came through the earpiece:

"Little Hammer! Ancestor! This time it was our mistake! Those responsible will be severely punished! I swear on my life there won't be a next time! Please don't..."

Hearing this familiar assurance, Zhao Xiaochui sighed deeply and interrupted him:
"How many times have you done this before?"

His face was etched with exhaustion. He didn't say anything more, just waved to the chubby boy, then walked around the dented van, hoisted the heavy Rocket Tricycle onto the roadside, and walked towards OCT without looking back.

Behind me, a self-introduction came from behind.

"Hello... I am Xiong Tiantian, the investment director of Qindi High-end Equipment Manufacturing Fund."

"Zhao Xiaochui, do you dream of reaching for the stars and the sea?"

Zhao Xiaochui stopped and turned around, blinking, and asked in confusion:

"Give massages to aliens?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)