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"Accelerate."
Leng Yichen's voice was cold and unquestionable, like a king issuing a decree.
The driver glanced at the group of eerie bald knights outside through the rearview mirror, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead. But he knew there was no choice at this moment.
"Yes... Manager Leng!"
Boom—!!!
He slammed his foot down on the accelerator, and the super luxury car's engine let out a thunderous roar. The vehicle surged forward like black lightning, cutting through the night with a sharp afterimage!
The entire city's streets began to retreat wildly, the neon lights outside the glass windows turning into flowing streaks, and the pressure of the wind was so intense that it made the car doors tremble slightly!
However—
Those bald knights were still hot on their heels!
Vroom—!!!
Their motorcycles roared like beasts, accelerating in mere seconds to cling tightly to both sides of the luxury car!
The driver stared in terror, his eyes wide. "This... this is impossible! How can they keep up at this speed?!"
Leng Yichen rested his chin on one hand, tilting his head to observe the knights outside, showing no sign of panic but rather a hint of amused coldness.
These motorcycles... were clearly specially modified!
He narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze scanning the details of the motorcycles. Indeed, he noticed an obscure emblem etched on the side of the wheels—a reversed Razor.
—The exclusive vehicles of the Razor Cult.
These people had long been prepared to hunt him down.
"Heh..."
Leng Yichen chuckled softly, his voice devoid of any fear, filled instead with boundless arrogance and dominance.
"Driver, go faster. Don't let me feel bored."
The driver: "???"
How could anyone feel bored in this situation?! Manager Leng, what is your mental makeup?!
But he dared not disobey; he could only tremble as he slammed on the accelerator. The car sped up again, the wind howling like a knife as it sliced through the vehicle. The lights along the street transformed into elongated streaks of brightness!
However—
"Vroom! Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!"
The group of bald-headed riders remained like shadows.
Their motorcycles were anything but ordinary vehicles; they resembled a pack of modified monsters. Every time the luxury car accelerated again, their wheels emitted an eerie "vroom" sound, closing in once more!
Their eyes held no emotion, only a fervent obsession for Smooth's Extreme!
"Manager Leng—!" The driver was drenched in sweat. "They... can't be shaken off!"
Leng Yichen smiled lightly, his grin both charming and arrogant.
He slowly raised a hand, loosening the buttons of his suit jacket, his movements elegant as if he were about to step into a ballroom rather than face a life-and-death chase.
The game had finally begun to grow interesting.
"Bang—!"
The roar of motorcycle engines mixed with the screeching sound of tires grinding against the pavement in the night. Members of the Razor Cult launched their attack, riding specially modified motorcycles and wielding Razor-shaped weapons, viciously slashing at the luxury car's body!
"Screech—!!!"
The sharp blades scraped across the metal, leaving deep gashes that resembled claw marks from a beast tearing into its prey!
Yet Leng Yichen remained calm, a bloodthirsty and mocking smile curling at the corners of his mouth, like a predator perched at the top of the food chain, looking down disdainfully at these pathetic souls who dared to challenge him.
"Hmph, foolish little mice..."
"How dare you scratch my car with such things?"
With a flick of his fingers, he casually unbuttoned his suit jacket, and then—
"Whoosh—!"
Leng Yichen dramatically flung his suit jacket into the air with unparalleled charisma!
This was no ordinary toss; it was executed with an elegance and power precise to the extreme, akin to a dancer tossing a ribbon or a samurai lifting a cape!
"Whap—!"
The black suit jacket spun through the night sky before—
It struck one of the Razor Cult members squarely in the face!!!
"Ah—!"
The knight's vision was suddenly obscured, and he flailed his arms wildly, trying to tear off the suit. However, the speed of the motorcycle was too fast, causing it to lose balance. The tires tilted, and the entire vehicle flipped over!
"Boom—!"
The motorcycle rolled several times on the ground before crashing heavily into the roadside guardrail, producing a deafening explosion!
Even worse—
"Bang!!!"
This sudden turn of events caught another member of the Razor Cult off guard, who collided head-on with the out-of-control motorcycle. The two vehicles crashed together with a sound of metal deforming, and both fell to the ground!
"Ahhh—!!!"
The two Razor Cult members were thrown away, rolling dozens of meters on the ground before finally crashing heavily onto the asphalt, unable to move!
At this moment, the remaining Razor Cultists still riding their motorcycles watched in horror, their anger reaching a boiling point!
"Damn it!!"
"Leng Yichen—you heretic who worships Hair!!!"
"How dare you insult our Razor Cult!!!"
Their eyes burned with fervent rage as they raised their Razors high, launching even more ferocious attacks!
Yet, in the face of all this, Leng Yichen simply laughed.
"Hahahahaha—!!!"
His laughter echoed through the night sky, carrying an extreme aura of dominance and arrogance, as if this chase was merely an enjoyable nighttime entertainment for him.
"You bald heads don’t really think I know anything about the Razor Cult, do you?"
He slowly extended his hand, elegantly rolling up the cuffs of his shirt to reveal his strong and perfect wrists. His tone was cold and arrogant: "But... I will show respect to anyone who dares to challenge me."
His voice dripped with disdain, and his eyes gleamed with the cruel excitement of a predator surveying its prey.
The night wind howled, and the roar of motorcycle engines sounded like the growl of beasts, relentlessly pursuing him in the darkness.
Leng Yichen wore a haughty smile, his gaze icy and his tone commanding, like a king controlling the battlefield, looking down on this high-speed chase.
"Hmph, come on, let me see what tricks you fearsome Hair enthusiasts can pull."
This statement was incredibly arrogant, but there was a small problem.
Leng Yichen's vehicle, while expensive, luxurious, and extravagantly extreme, had no offensive capabilities whatsoever.
It lacked machine guns, bulletproof armor, and even a decent defense system; the only safety feature it possessed might be its automatic massage seats that could slightly ease the tension.
Even worse—
Leng Yichen himself had nothing but extreme confidence, earth-shattering charisma, and a face that could drive women around the world wild... in reality, he had nothing else.
He didn’t know martial arts, couldn’t shoot a gun, had no skills in hand-to-hand combat, and hadn’t even learned basic self-defense techniques.
His weapon?
He had just been thrown out of the window.
That suit was his only weapon, and now it had fulfilled its historical mission, bidding a complete farewell to his fighting career.
At this moment, the only things left for Leng Yichen were—
A million-dollar white shirt, a pair of bespoke leather shoes, and an unparalleled sense of pride.
In simple terms—
He was utterly defenseless.
The driver glanced at Leng Yichen through the rearview mirror, cold sweat beading on his forehead as he realized that the direction of this hunting battle seemed to be going awry.
Manager Leng spoke boldly, but if he were truly surrounded by those Razor Cultists, was he really going to rely on his intimidating wealth to make them back off?!
Yet, Leng Yichen remained seated, his expression calm as if this crisis was completely outside his consideration.
His mindset was as solid as iron; after all, he had never lost in his life.
Although this situation looked grim, the CEO's conviction remained unshaken!
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