The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 491 Don’t let go

Heat Flow is a vengeful cheat code; it drains the life force from the actuary's body.

The actuary's body trembled uncontrollably, every muscle feeling as if it were being pierced repeatedly by countless red-hot needles.

Just as he was on the verge of collapse, he suddenly remembered who the big fat man next to him was—it was clearly the live-streaming influencer he had met in Jinghai Industrial Park a while ago!

There was an even deeper sense of familiarity, but since he hadn't undergone heat therapy, he wouldn't be like Yu Xiaoning or the top-level teacher, who would think of Zhao Xiaochui from such a large fat man.

"I am Zhao Xiaochui!"

The actuary's pupils suddenly contracted, and even his already labored breathing stopped for a moment! What kind of person had he offended this time?

Not only did he escape unscathed from a seemingly hopeless situation, but he also inexplicably transformed into a giant, overweight internet celebrity. He's a monster who can switch identities at will and control life and death!

The actuary strained to turn his head to the side, his unfocused gaze pleading, but all he could manage were muffled hoarse sounds, unable to produce a single complete syllable.

Zhao Xiaochui looked down at his contorted expression, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips:
"Now you're scared?" He tightened his grip slightly. "When you were planning that 'accident,' did you ever think about...?"

“When you start using other people’s lives as pawns,” his voice suddenly turned cold, “you have to risk your own life first!”

The last glimmer of light in the actuary's pupils went out completely, and he slumped down like a dehydrated fish.

Zhao Xiaochui grabbed his slipping collar, her eyes full of mockery:
"Stop acting!" he scoffed. "When you use the butterfly effect to calculate human lives, you're burning your own brain cells and lifespan!"

“Back then, you didn’t even care about the few years you had left to live,” he suddenly leaned close to the other person’s ear, “and now you’re playing the victim here?”

The actuary's limp body trembled slightly, then tensed up abruptly, using the last bit of strength to straighten up, his face quickly regaining its usual calm.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't even glance at his performance. The heat within him devoured his already dwindling life force, pushing him to the brink of complete paralysis, leaving only his brain struggling desperately in a state of lucidity.

"Save your energy," Zhao Xiaochui patted his stiff cheek. "Save your respectable skills for fooling the King of Hell."

Zhao Xiaochui exerted a slight force with his arm, lifting the actuary's sliding body upwards:

"But don't worry, without my approval, you won't die so easily even if you want to." He tilted his head and leaned close to the other person's ear, "I just don't understand—"

"You clearly only have a few years left to live, what's the point of making so much money?" He sneered. "With the numbers in your account, you could be lying in a top-tier sanatorium, hiring a reinforced platoon of caregivers to serve you until you're reincarnated!"

“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” Zhao Xiaochui said, his gaze sweeping across his stiff face, “and I’ve finally figured something out—”

“Even if you grew up overseas,” his voice suddenly turned serious, “the blood of this land flows in your veins…”

"It's destined that I can't escape the obsession etched into my genes—"

"To carry on the family line!"

The actuary's face remained as cold as ice, his breathing perfectly steady. But when Zhao Xiaochui slowly uttered the words "carry on the family line," a surge of warmth caught a missed heartbeat in the actuary's chest, a rush of blood to his temples that he forcefully suppressed.

"Heh..." Zhao Xiaochui suddenly chuckled, her fingertip lightly tapping his heart:

"But your profile says you're single? You've never even had a girlfriend..."

Zhao Xiaochui chuckled as he scrutinized the other person's forced composure. "Then it can only be an illegitimate child—where is he?"

"America?"

The actuary remained expressionless.

"Europe?"

There was still no ripple.

Zhao Xiaochui calmly put his arm around him and walked into the terminal. The two of them looked just like ordinary friends. The surrounding passengers were in a hurry and no one noticed the actuary's stiff steps.

“There are only a handful of places where Chinese people can feel safe and settled,” he whispered in the other person’s ear, “and since it’s not Europe or America…”

Oceania?

The actuary's face remained as still as a dead lake, but the sound of his blood suddenly accelerating was transmitted to Zhao Xiaochui's palm through the heat.

“Australia is too big a target,” Zhao Xiaochui tapped his shoulder lightly with his fingers. “It needs to be a remote yet prosperous little place… with welfare so good you could retire there…”

"New Zealand?"

The actuary's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had undergone rigorous anti-interrogation training in private and was even prepared to face the onslaught of psychological masters from state-sponsored violence agencies. But Zhao Xiaochui's completely unpredictable and ruthless tactics rendered all his contingency plans utterly useless!
The actuary's icy expression suddenly crumbled, his eyes reddened, and his lips trembled as he mouthed "let him go." For the first time, his desperate eyes revealed a naked plea.

"Let him go?" Zhao Xiaochui grinned, but his eyes suddenly turned icy.
"Do you remember the car accident scene?" He suddenly gripped the other person's shoulder tightly. "When you made that throat-slitting gesture at me, you were laughing quite happily, weren't you?"

“I also had a 22-year-old girl in my truck,” he suddenly raised his voice, “when you ordered the truck tires to be shot off…”

"Have you ever thought about letting her go?!"

“That ‘accident’,” he said, emphasizing each word, “killed an innocent passerby, left three seriously injured in the ICU, and countless others with minor injuries…”

"Have you ever thought about letting them go?!"

The actuary's limp body trembled violently, and his pleading eyes shattered into utter despair.

(End of this chapter)