The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 494 War of words

"You little brat, you want to cause trouble, huh?! If you're so tough, get off the bus right now!"

"Fine, I'll get out!" Zhao Xiaochui slammed the car door open, stood with his hands on his hips in front of the car, and said, "Anyone who doesn't make a move today is a coward!"

The two faced off face-to-face in the middle of the road.

"Go ahead and hit me!" the driver exclaimed, slapping his thigh.

"Try touching me first!" Zhao Xiaochui leaned closer. "If you don't beat me up, you're my great-grandson!"

"Pah!" The driver trembled with rage and spat at Zhao Xiaochui.

Zhao Xiaochui dodged with lightning speed, letting out a cold laugh:
"That's it?" He pointed to the spit on the ground. "Is this all you ** people can spit out? So weak and feeble?"

"Look at what spitting really means!"

Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath, making a muffled gurgling sound in his throat. Then, he used his internal energy to forcefully spit out a mouthful of phlegm. A yellowish-brown light flashed through the air and instantly covered the driver's face!

"Ouch!" the driver screamed, wiping the sticky substance from his face. "How dare you spit on me, you country bumpkin?!"

"Pah!"

Zhao Xiaochui slowly sidestepped, a gurgling sound coming from his throat again, "I'm going to throw up~"

The driver got smeared all over his face again.

The two were immediately engulfed in an absurd spitting battle. The driver spat frantically but missed every time, while Zhao Xiaochui dodged nimbly like an eel, smearing the Chinese driver's face with every spit he retaliated with.

Five minutes later, the driver's head and face were covered in phlegm, looking like a fly tangled in a spider web. Zhao Xiaochui, on the other hand, was completely clean and even had time to straighten his collar.

The sound of police sirens grew louder as the police got out of their car. They were stunned to see a man covered in spittle chasing after the fat man and spitting on him.

Then, the Chinese driver stared in disbelief as the fat man spoke fluent English with the police about the video recording on his phone.

As expected, the driver received a parking ticket for illegal parking. The two, finding it troublesome, shook hands and made up. Despite having phlegm sticking to his head, the Chinese driver still took Zhao Xiaochui to his destination.

"If you can speak English, why did you call my car?" the driver suddenly asked before Zhao Xiaochui got out of the car, a self-deprecating smile on his lips. "Don't you know that 'ripping off acquaintances' is the most common practice in overseas Chinese communities?"

Zhao Xiaochui helplessly held up his phone screen:

“Dude, it was the Uber system that assigned you this order.” He shrugged. “It’s not that I wanted a ride, it’s that you were eager to take my fare.”

The driver's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice suddenly became hoarse:

"I guess I'm just unlucky..." He wiped his face vigorously. "Young man, life is short. I just want to make my life a little better. What's wrong with that?!"

Zhao Xiaochui's hand, which was about to close the car door, suddenly stopped.

He leaned back and calmly looked at the driver's reddened eyes:

"Wanting your family to live a good life is certainly not wrong."

“But your mistake is—” his voice turned serious, “Since you’ve chosen this path, don’t go around making a big fuss about it!”

“Showing off back home will only breed resentment,” he said, pointing to the unfamiliar streets outside the window. “Showing off here will only make the locals, whose jobs you’ve taken, even less polite to you!”

"You were the one who started gossiping about our hometown," Zhao Xiaochui said, his eyes sharp as knives, "but have you ever thought about—"

“That motherland you keep complaining about, the one that’s no good in any way,” he suddenly raised his voice, “is riddled with problems, and those problems are precisely caused by people like you who grab what they can and run!”

The car door slammed shut, leaving the driver sitting blankly in the driver's seat, a few dark drops of water gradually seeping onto the steering wheel. After the used car sputtered away, Zhao Xiaochui stood alone on a quiet street where birdsong could be heard.

Before you lies a typical affluent neighborhood in Auckland: neatly manicured lawns stretch to the horizon, and several modern, minimalist white mansions are scattered across the hillside, each equipped with privacy hedges and smart access control systems.

He squinted at the two-story villa across the street with a custom-made brass nameplate, confirmed the nameplate was correct, and then dialed an encrypted number.

The call was answered after three rings. Zhao Xiaochui quickly gave his address and then asked with concern:
"Fatty, are you adapting well to that crappy place in the Middle East?"

"Fatty, are you getting used to living in the sand in the Middle East?"

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone:

"I've been roasting camels at 40 degrees Celsius every day, and now I'm so tanned I could blend in with the locals!" She changed the subject, "Stop joking. The address is correct, Little Hammer. Whatever you want to do, try not to cause too much of a stir locally. Don't forget you're living under someone else's name now."

"Don't worry, Fatty, I'm just taking some blood. I have a feeling that the actuary's scheme might be a big joke."

Hearing Zhao Xiaochui say that, the chubby receptionist visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "That puts my mind at ease. By the way, I have a question for you. Is it possible for you to find that place without our information?"

Zhao Xiaochui thought for a moment. After absorbing the actuary's life force, his special ability could indeed sense the existence related to him. However, at this moment, what he sensed in that house was the big one, not the small one.

It was clear that the woman in the room had recently had an in-depth conversation with the actuary.

"I can roughly pinpoint the location." When it came to metaphysical methods, he gave a vague answer.

"As long as it can be located, that's fine!" The chubby receptionist's tone relaxed.

"By the way, Fatty, I was just wondering about something else. Didn't we have trouble finding information about that actuary before?" Zhao Xiaochui asked curiously.

"Remember that Commissioner Smith from South America?" A light laugh, tinged with a hint of pride, came from the chubby receptionist on the phone. "After he was confirmed dead, the CIA quickly suspended his internal network access, but we recently found on his phone that he had secretly opened it using a false identity..."

At this point, the chubby receptionist paused, "We downloaded a lot of information, but when we tried to access the actuary's information, they realized what was going on and quickly blocked it..."

“Little Hammer,” she said seriously, “you’ve done a great job this time, and the higher-ups want you to get some recognition and another medal.”

"I don't care," Zhao Xiaochui said decisively.

"Whatever you want..." the chubby receptionist sighed helplessly. "Little hammer, now that the backdoor in their system is closed, they can't help with any subsequent investigations or evidence collection."

“Fatty,” Zhao Xiaochui suddenly chuckled, “I never need evidence when I do things—”

"If I say it's him, then it must be him!"

"He wants me dead, so he can forget about living!"

……

As darkness deepened, Zhao Xiaochui hid in the shadows of the trees outside the villa until the lights went out at midnight, when he silently slipped into the mansion like a falling leaf.

With the help of his golden finger, he easily stayed in the nursery for a while without disturbing anyone, gently dabbed a cotton swab on the corner of the sleeping child's mouth, and sealed the sample into a test tube.

An hour later, at the VIP lounge of Auckland Airport, Zhao Xiaochui handed the test tube to a man in a gray trench coat. The man nodded and took it, then turned and disappeared into the international arrivals entrance.

Zhao Xiaochui boarded a flight to New York.

This time, he will take action.

Let's take action against the big boss who sits at the very top of the human food chain!

(End of this chapter)