Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 133 Target Tools Found, Waiting for the Right Opportunity!
He barely managed to endure filming three times a day until the filming ended. Exhausted, he was about to go to the cafeteria for lunch when a lackey called out to him as soon as he went downstairs.

"Xiao Xu, wait a minute!"

Three times a day, my heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up inside me.

Sure enough, the lackey trotted over and said:

"Tiger accidentally twisted his back and wants you to go over and loosen it for him."

Three times a day, her face instantly drooped, her expression clearly showing her reluctance.

But he couldn't refuse, so he could only force a smile and follow the lackey toward Ah Hu's office building.

As he walked, he pretended to ask with concern:

"How did Tiger twist his back again?"

"You're so young, you really need to take care of your health..."

The lackey casually made up a story:
"Who knows? I guess he strained his back because he used too much force while doing it last night."

"Go over there and give him a good massage to relieve the pain."

I rolled my eyes three times that day, saying "Oh, okay, no problem" while cursing under my breath.

Do whatever you want!
He's obviously addicted to massages; he keeps finding excuses to call me over every few days!

He originally wanted to curry favor with Sister Yu through massages and get close to the most powerful person in the park, not to become a private masseur for that pervert Ah Hu.

If it were just about being a private technician, that would be fine.

The key point is that he also has to take on the heavy responsibility of filming during the day. After finally getting a moment of leisure after going through all the torment, he still has to serve this guy when he gets back.

The hardships and bitterness involved are truly indescribable!
The henchman led him into Tiger's dormitory building three times that day. After passing through the iron gate guarded by green-skinned soldiers, the henchman patted his pockets, turned around, and said:
"Tiger is waiting for you upstairs. I've finished my cigarette, so I'm going down to buy a pack. You can go up by yourself."

After saying that, he turned and strolled away.

He shrugged three times a day. Anyway, it wasn't his first time here, and he knew the place like the back of his hand.

After watching the lackey walk away, he would look away three times a day and continue walking upstairs.

In the office, Ah Hu was sprawled out on a rocking chair, humming and moaning.

Hearing the knock on the door, he looked up and glanced at it, then muttered:
"Xiao Xu is here, come in!"

Three times a day, he would close the door, call out "Hello, Brother Tiger," and walk quickly over to ask him with concern if he felt unwell.

Ah Hu didn't stand on ceremony. He got up, walked to a brand-new massage bed next to him, and rolled over to lie down on it.

This massage bed was just brought in today, specifically to better enjoy three massages a day.

He patted his shoulder and mumbled:

"After you massaged me, I felt much better."

"Just do it however you like, press whatever you want, I trust your technique."

Everyone in the park who experienced the massage three times a day praised it.

However, not everyone is eligible to enjoy it anymore.

Despite feeling utterly helpless, I could only walk to the bedside, roll up my sleeves, and slowly begin to massage him.

According to past practice, Tiger rarely speaks during massages, and he is happy to have peace and quiet three times a day, so he doesn't say anything on his own initiative.

This time, it's no exception.

Just as he was rhythmically kneading the dough three times a day, he suddenly thought of Brother Riyue's plan.

They now want to escape the park, but they are missing a crucial tool: to break through the barbed wire fence.

His hands didn't stop moving, but his eyes started darting around, searching like a radar.

As before, the office floor was littered with trash, smelly socks, worn shirts that reeked of sweat, and countless cigarette butts.

These trash items are automatically ignored three times a day.

When his gaze fell on the cabinet next to the desk, his eyes lit up and he couldn't look away!
On top of that wooden cabinet, a pair of slightly rusty blue pliers lay there quietly!
Although I didn't see the toolbox, this thing is enough! I found the pliers three times a day, and I was instantly excited. I unconsciously increased the pressure on my hands.

"Hiss—Fuck!"

Tiger, who was lying face down, twitched violently in pain and couldn't help but curse loudly:
"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Trying to kill me?"

"How can you be so careless?"

I woke up suddenly three times in one day and immediately apologized:
"I'm sorry, Brother Tiger, I'm so sorry!"

"The main problem is that there's a blockage in your area, preventing the flow of qi and blood. So I need to use some force to massage open the blockage in your blood vessels."

"Be patient for a moment."

Upon hearing this, Ah Hu, though still cursing, did not make things difficult for him three times a day.

Three times a day, I quickly looked away from the pliers and focused on giving Tiger a massage.

This press lasted for a full forty minutes.

Gradually, the sound of even breathing came from the massage bed.

Ah Hu's body began to rise and fall rhythmically, and he even let out a series of soft snores.

Clearly, this guy has been put to sleep again.

Three times a day, I carefully moved my hand away, stopped the massage, and listened intently for a moment.

Tiger was still fast asleep, humming softly, and occasionally smacked his lips twice.

"Brother Tiger... Brother Tiger?"

Three times a day, he lowered his voice and called out softly twice, but Ah Hu did not respond.

His gaze couldn't help but drift back to the pair of pliers, and he felt his heart beating faster and faster.

He suppressed his excitement and looked away.

She tiptoed to the door.

I peeked through the crack in the door and saw that the corridor was empty.

And since no one has come looking for Ah Hu for so long, it's unlikely that someone would suddenly come by coincidence.

Even if someone comes near, he can react immediately upon hearing footsteps.

Three times a day, he glanced at Tiger, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and then looked at the pair of pliers on the cabinet. His eyes flickered slightly, and he carefully tiptoed over to them.

At this moment, he was less than half a meter away from the pliers; he could grab them with a simple raise of his hand.

He glanced back at Tiger, who was fast asleep, and at the closed office door.

Finally, I made up my mind.

He grabbed the pliers in his hand.

But you definitely can't just take the pliers out like that.

Just as he was pondering three times a day whether to tuck the pliers into his crotch or wed them on his lower back, he suddenly remembered something, quickly looked around, and then quietly put the pliers back.

He pondered for a moment, then stood on tiptoe again, stretched out his arm, and pushed the pliers further into the top of the cabinet until it was completely inside the blind spot of the doorway and could not be pushed any further.

After doing all this, three times a day, I finally felt a little relieved.

He pretended to be nonchalant, walked back to the bedside, and continued to massage Tiger's back while he was asleep.

Actually.

His heart was pounding like a drum, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

(End of this chapter)