Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 118 - 118- Cripple the fellow

When the elevator door closed, Viktor hugged Zane and laughed happily.

"I love you so much...Did you see their faces when you used money to slap them? Ah, it was so satisfying." Viktor spaced out a bit, reminiscing their shocked faces and that man's ugly face.

Zane removed Viktor's choking grip on him. He didn't feel he had done anything amazing; to him, they were just noisy and irritating, and time was running out. If he were back in the desolate land, he would have asked for a duel to settle the disrespect, but here, that didn't seem acceptable.

To Viktor, though, it was a case of using money to bully people. His golden eyes sparkled with joy. He couldn't believe his calm, non-social newfound friend had this side to him.

"How do people handle disrespectful people? Do they duel it out?" Zane asked, unfamiliar with these situations.

"Haha, a duel? Nah. You put a sack over the person's head, find a secluded corner, and beat the bloody hell out of them. It depends on how rude they were, or if it's serious, cripple that fellow. Kill them at night for those who have murder intent for you.''

Viktor impacted his 'wisdom' with an innocent, matter-of-fact tone.

Zane kept on nodding, taking his words seriously, digesting every word in his mind.

Viktor didn't know he was teaching an innocent person some devious behavior, as chuckled to himself. The elevator door opened, and they focused on today's task.

They checked the card number and went to the far end of the hallway. Zane used the card to open the door.

Inside, the room was much larger than it appeared outside, with a warm, airy atmosphere and various types of equipment.

"Good afternoon sirs. What treatment would you like today?" Feng asked politely, already knowing from the manager that these were Diamond cardholders. He was instructed to treat them with utmost care, and with a bonus on the line, he was determined to do so.

Zane turned to Viktor. "We'll have the full-body treatment. He's going first." Viktor nodded towards Zane.

Feng nodded as well and motioned them to sit on the fluffy pink sofa. Refreshments were laid out on the table.

Feng returned with the necessary equipment. "Sir, please remove your clothes and put this on," he said, handing Zane a robe with a wraparound belt.

Zane frowned when he saw the robe, Feng immediately noticed his expression, in his line of work it became second nature to read people's expressions.

"Sir don't worry. This is a new- see? The labels are still intact," he said, showing him tags and the bag it came in. Zane's expression relaxed and he went to the changing room to put it on.

He also put on the flip-flops given to him and sat down. Feng sat on a short stool in front of Zane. "Excuse me," he said, motioning for Zane to extend his legs. Zane straightens them, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Feng started with his legs, using different tools to remove the dead skin and trim his nails.

After they were done, Zane was put through different tortures, he was massaged till he couldn't feel his bones, waxed with his eyes filled with painful tears.

Hours passed and when he was done, he felt like he was walking on air unable to feel his weight, his skin glowed and his hair had a shine to it. He liked the obvious changes but he doesn't want to go through that again.

He sat and watched a dessert video while waiting for Viktor to be through. Viktor was much better than him, he was already used to the spa treatment, and he only felt refreshed and relaxed almost sleeping through the treatment.

It was five when they both walked out of the room, with hands filled with skincare products for Zane.

"Do you want to go anywhere else?" Viktor asked as they walked out of the elevator.

"Hmm let's go to an ice cream parlor. I found the location that's ten minutes away from here." Zane answered and Viktor told Zane about different ice cream mixtures they should get.

They talked with smiles on their faces before they were interrupted by an annoying flattering voice.

"I know a popular ice cream parlor, they serve millions of flavors..." he barged into the conversation trying to show his existence in front of them.

"Why is he still here?" They both had this question in their mind. Zane was thinking if he could put a sack on his head and beat him up, he was entertaining that thought but the temptation of ice cream was too much for him to ignore.

So he ignored him totally and dragged Viktor to the parlor he found.

"Ahh!" The man felt like using his nails to tear their face open, he never felt so humiliated and angered today.