Zombie Bodyguard
Chapter 118 - 117: Cleaning the Toilet

Chapter 118: Chapter 117: Cleaning the Toilet

"Who the hell pushed me?" the translator cursed angrily, desperately trying to turn around.

But Lin Tian grabbed his neck as if picking up a small chicken, and no matter how much he struggled, it was useless. Meanwhile, Futian Yizhi reacted even more violently, continuously shouting "Damn" in Japanese.

"Heh heh, keep shouting!" Lin Tian dropped the two men, and before they could get up, he quickly pulled out two silver needles from his waist and stabbed them into the Yamen Acupoints of the two men.

With a flick of his index finger on the tail of the needles, their bodies stiffened, and then they were horrified to find they couldn’t speak.

The Yamen Acupoint often appears in martial arts TV shows, and in reality, the Yamen Acupoint does actually exist. In TV shows, the Yamen Acupoint is often depicted as being under the ribs, which is written based on folk legends.

This legend has theoretical backing. If someone is struck under the ribs, it causes lung energy to surge backwards and become chaotic. Airflow is blocked, rendering the person unable to speak.

Under the ribs is not actually the real Yamen Acupoint. The real Yamen Acupoint is located beneath the first cervical vertebra in the neck area. The method to mute someone via this acupoint had been lost, but Lin Tian had just learned it from the Nine Needle Technique. So when he applied the silver needles to their Yamen Acupoints, they became unable to speak.

"How about that? Can’t speak now, can you?" Lin Tian released the two men, grinning.

"Heh heh..." Futian Yizhi, one hand clutching his throat and supporting himself against the wall, stood with eyes full of fear. The translator, unable to withstand the sudden assault, tried to push past Lin Tian to escape. Lin Tian simply pushed him lightly, and the translator fell to the ground.

"Didn’t you guys act all arrogant just now? Especially you, Mr. Futian. It was all fine after you apologized, but you actually came over and said remember me, even cursing me!" Lin Tian spoke to him in English, deliberately slowing down, fearing he wouldn’t understand.

Futian Yizhi could still understand such slow English, as Lin Tian could tell from his expression and eyes.

After calming down, his expression first showed surprise, then turned disdainful and angry, dismissing what Lin Tian had said.

"Do you think I wouldn’t dare do anything to you on the plane?" Lin Tian patted Futian’s face, grinned wickedly, and said, "Right, I obviously can’t kill you, but on this world, some things are worse than death."

Feeling a bit creeped out by Lin Tian’s laughter, Futian Yizhi dropped the disdain from his face and cautiously stepped back. Lin Tian then turned to the translator and said, "How should I punish your boss? Oh, who used the toilet just now and didn’t flush? Let’s have him clean the toilet! Second-class ghost, watch closely, I’ll show your boss how to clean a toilet."

The translator’s mind filled with countless question marks, not understanding what Lin Tian meant. But the next moment, he understood, though he wished he hadn’t seen it.

Lin Tian grabbed Futian by the neck, who couldn’t escape, then pressed his face down into the toilet.

"How does that song go? Oh, happy scrub, happy scrub!" Lin Tian, glancing at the stunned translator, kept Futian’s head scrubbing inside the toilet.

Futian wanted to scream but dared not; he struggled but couldn’t break free. If he opened his mouth, all the filth would enter, and his only consolation was that there was no water, or it could have been worse.

"The scrubbing is almost done, should probably flush now," Lin Tian said in English, startling Futian immensely.

Lin Tian pressed the flush switch, and water gushed out while he still held Futian down.

"Cough cough..." Futian choked on the water, swallowing several mouthfuls, and only then did Lin Tian let him go. Futian hurriedly stood up but felt his stomach churning and bent over, retching continuously.

"Your boss has demonstrated, do you want to try?" Lin Tian turned, looking at the second-class ghost translator.

The translator shook his head vigorously and backed into a corner, terrified of being forced to clean the toilet. Lin Tian shook his head and sighed, "You’d better behave yourself. Don’t let me catch you betraying your roots again, or the consequences will be severe!"

Lin Tian pulled out the silver needles from the two persons and turned to open the door, ready to walk out.

"Damn it!" Futian Yizhi growled, taking advantage of the moment Lin Tian opened the door to throw a punch towards the back of Lin Tian’s head. The whistling sound of the wind indicated the tremendous force of the punch.

The back of the head is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body. A heavy blow there could cause not only severe damage but could even leave one in a vegetative state.

Indeed ruthless, Lin Tian thought coldly to himself, not even looking back as he grabbed the incoming fist and countered with a punch to Futian’s abdomen. Futian doubled over in pain, his waist arching and his face turning pale as sweat broke out.

This punch did not send Futian flying, as the force was concentrated on the position of the spleen, severely injuring it—this was the legendary internal injury. Lin Tian knew the exact locations of the human organs perhaps even better than a surgeon, and could strike them with precision!

If he didn’t receive prompt medical treatment after getting off the plane, Lin Tian didn’t know what might happen.

"You better tidy yourselves up before coming out, lest people think you’re lunatics!" Lin Tian dropped these words and strode away.

Without any evidence, all Futian Yizhi could do was swallow this bitter pill; if he thought about retaliation, Lin Tian was not afraid in the slightest.

As Lin Tian stepped outside, he happened to see five flight attendants walking towards him. All were tall and slender, dressed in smart uniform dresses, their long legs clad in black stockings dazzling Lin Tian.

By coincidence, the one in the center was the attendant that Futian Yizhi had insulted.

The group was chatting and laughing, centering their conversation around that particular flight attendant, who had a slight blush and a shy look in her eyes.

Lin Tian didn’t think much of it and just wanted to say hello, considering they were acquainted, even though he didn’t yet know her name.

"Mr. Lin Tian, please wait a moment," another flight attendant spotted him first and cheerfully called out.

"Oh, you know my name?" Lin Tian was a bit surprised since flight attendants surely couldn’t recognize all passengers.

"Of course, you played the role of the Prince who rescued our Princess; who wouldn’t recognize you?" joked one bold flight attendant.

The teased flight attendant’s pretty face turned slightly red as she whispered, "Don’t listen to them; I just overheard someone talking about you, so I remembered your name."

"So that’s how it is, but I still don’t know your name?" Lin Tian, ever thick-skinned, was obviously not embarrassed by a few comments from the flight attendants.

"You two can keep chatting; we won’t disturb you," the other four flight attendants playfully winked and walked away first.

"My name is Zhuang Ya. I didn’t have the chance to thank you just now, but I really appreciate it," the flight attendant introduced herself and genuinely expressed her gratitude to Lin Tian.

"No need to thank me; that man just needed a lesson," Lin Tian didn’t like seeing Futian humiliate someone like that, and after expressing his thanks, he was ready to leave.

"Wait, wait a moment," Zhuang Ya hesitantly called out to Lin Tian.

Then she began to undo the colorful scarf around her neck. Lin Tian’s eyes widened, thinking a mere thank-you surely didn’t warrant such an offer.

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