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Under the night sky, the howling wind roared, and the thunderous sound of engines mixed with the sharp screech of metal echoed along the highway.
Leng Yichen remained elegantly seated in the car, his posture unchanged, legs crossed, and his head slightly tilted. He resembled a king observing a gladiatorial battle with a cold gaze, his expression calm and composed.
However, this unusual calmness and powerful aura initially made the Razor Cult's Razor Assassins feel a twinge of apprehension.
Could this guy have some hidden trump card?
Was he concealing some terrifying power?
Or was his luxury car about to unleash a deadly attack mode?
For a moment, the members of the Razor Cult slowed their assault, their eyes fixed on Leng Yichen, wary that beneath this man's steadiness lay some dreadful weapon.
Yet… ten seconds passed, and they realized that Leng Yichen had done nothing at all.
—He hadn’t pulled out a machine gun from the car.
—He hadn’t pressed any secret buttons.
—He hadn’t even made a threatening gesture; he simply… sat there.
Calmly, dominantly, and with Extreme confidence… he just sat there.
"…"
"…"
"…???"
At this moment, the Razor Assassins finally realized that this man—aside from his boastful words—had truly… done nothing at all!
"This guy… could he really just be putting on a show?!"
"Does he actually think he can intimidate us just by his presence?!"
The members of the Razor Cult, who had initially regarded him with some trepidation, suddenly turned disdainful, even filled with a hint of anger.
—This is the first time our Razor Cult has been so mocked!!!
"Keep attacking!"
"Stop that vehicle and drag this arrogant fool out!!"
"Let him experience our Razor Judgment!"
"Slash—!"
Several assassins raised their Razors and viciously slashed at the car's body, leaving deep scratches and sending sparks flying!
One of them pulled out a can of powerful hair removal spray and sprayed it directly at the car window!
Inside the vehicle, the driver watched this unfold, his heart racing and his face pale. "Manager Leng!! They’ve started their assault!!"
Leng Yichen remained as still as a mountain, slowly closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, seemingly bored by this farce.
And the driver knew that the only thing he could do was—
"Damn it!! I have no choice but to fight back!!"
"Boom——!!!"
The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly, accelerating wildly, flooring the gas pedal as the car surged forward like an enraged beast.
Not only that, he violently swerved the steering wheel from side to side, causing the luxury vehicle to sway dramatically, attempting to ram into the motorcycles that were tailing too closely!
"Bang!"
One member of the Razor Cult failed to dodge in time; his motorcycle was struck. Although he didn't get thrown off, sparks flew from the ground as he narrowly avoided losing control!
"Damn it—! Can this driver even drive?!"
However, instead of retreating, the Razor Cult riders grew even angrier!
Their motorcycles were all specially modified, possessing exceptional balance and shock absorption capabilities. Even after being hit, they could still pursue steadily!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Several assassins from the Razor Cult, like well-trained stunt performers, skillfully weaved between the speeding vehicles. They leaped off their motorcycle seats and jumped directly onto Leng Yichen's car roof!
"Thud——!!!"
A heavy impact echoed from the roof, causing the entire vehicle to shake. The driver was terrified, gripping the steering wheel even tighter, drenched in cold sweat. "Damn it, they've jumped on!"
"Control the driver and force the vehicle to stop!"
The lead assassin shouted orders loudly, and then several Razor Cultists began to frantically attack the windshield!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Although tempered glass is sturdy, under continuous heavy blows, the surface began to show spiderweb-like cracks.
The driver's vision grew increasingly blurry as he desperately shouted, "Manager Leng! The windshield can barely hold up! What should we do?!"
At that moment—
Leng Yichen slowly raised his head, his gaze becoming deep and sharp.
There was not a trace of panic on his face, nor a hint of fear. Instead, he exuded an otherworldly righteousness, as if this farce had provoked the noble spirit within him.
"They..."
He gently lifted his hand, adjusting the cuff of his shirt, his tone low and solemn. "They have already touched my reverse scale!"
The driver: "???"
Razor Church Assassin: "???"
—Wait, that sounded quite imposing, but what does it actually mean?
—Manager Leng, you’re not planning to do nothing, are you?!
—Are you going to use your righteousness to send them flying?!
The driver's cold sweat flowed faster than the car's coolant, his mouth trembling. "Manager Leng! But we still... don’t have any weapons!"
Yet Leng Yichen merely smiled calmly, a domineering light flashing in his eyes. His tone was resolute and forceful—
"Then let's crush them with my aura!"
The Driver: "???"
Razor Cultist: "???"
—What do you mean by overwhelming with presence?! Manager Leng, this is the real world, not a fantasy novel!!!
But for some reason, as Leng Yichen spoke those words with unmatched authority, the pressure inside the car seemed to drop a few degrees...
And the Razor Assassins inexplicably felt a strange chill...
"Whoosh—!"
The eerie chill that the Razor Assassins sensed made them involuntarily look up. They initially thought it was just Leng Yichen's imposing aura, but when they saw what lay ahead—
"Damn! It's a tunnel!!"
Not far away, a massive tunnel entrance loomed closer, its pitch-black opening resembling a monster ready to devour everything. The vehicle's high speed made the tunnel seem even more perilous!
The Razor Assassins quickly realized—
If they didn't resolve this chase soon, they might crash into the ceiling of the tunnel at high speed and become martyrs of the Smooth Church on the spot!
"Quick! Accelerate!"
"Bang—!!!"
One Razor Cultist wielding a Razor slammed it against the side window!
"Crack—!"
The glass shattered, countless sharp fragments raining down on the driver's shoulders and hair, with some even falling directly into his collar!
"Ahhh!!! My head!!! My neck!!!"
As the driver continued to steer the vehicle, he let out a piercing scream, his hands trembling so much that he could barely grip the steering wheel!
"Get out of the way! We’ll take control of this car!"
Several assassins swiftly climbed through the broken window!
One assassin, wielding a Razor, swung the blade directly at the driver’s head—
"Vroom—!"
The Razor Machine's blade spun at high speed, the cold metal gliding dangerously close to the driver's scalp—
"Vroom vroom vroom vroom vroom—"
In just three short seconds, the driver’s hair was completely shaved off!!!
"Ahhh!!! My, my hair!!!"
The driver went from having a full head of thick black hair to a reflective scalp smoother than an eggshell. He stared in disbelief at the rearview mirror, unable to comprehend that this nightmare was happening to him!
"But that's not enough…!"
Another assassin pulled out a can of Industrial-Grade Hair Removal Cream from his waist pouch, the label reading "Apply and it’s gone, absolutely no side effects (probably)," and aimed it directly at the driver’s face!
"Stop the car! Otherwise, your eyebrows, nose hairs, and beard—will all be gone!!!"
“???!!!”
The driver let out a desperate whimper, tears welling up in his eyes—
—These people have gone mad! Mad!!
—He was just here to drive, how did it come to this?!
His hands trembled, breath quickening, the fear deep within his soul spreading wildly—
—What would happen if he really got smeared with hair removal cream?!
—Would he become a monster with no eyebrows, no nose hair, completely Smooth?!
—Would he still be human?!
“Manager Leng!!! What should I do?! What on earth should I do ahhh—!!!”
The driver cried out in despair, as if facing the end of his life.
And at this critical moment—
Leng Yichen remained calmly seated, his aura unchanged, not a single hair out of place.
A composed smirk lingered on his face.
“Hmph…”
He slowly raised his head, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes—
"You really... have touched my reverse scale!"
The driver exclaimed, "Manager Leng!!! Can your reverse scale save me?!"
The Razor Cultist shouted, "What the hell?! Can you at least react?!"
"Ah—!!!"
The piercing screech of brakes cut through the night, creating a heart-stopping sonic boom!
The tires fiercely scraped against the asphalt, leaving a long black skid mark, and finally, the luxury car came to a halt!
"Ahhhhhh!!!"
The driver collapsed against the steering wheel, trembling all over, his face drenched in tears of terror and despair!
He shook his hands, his lips quivering, and then... suddenly burst into loud sobs!!!
"I'm sorry!!! I'm sorry!!! Manager Leng!!!"
"I... I really tried my best!!!"
"They're going to shave me bald!!! My hair!!! My eyebrows!!! My dignity!!! Manager Leng, I'm so sorry ahhhh!!!"
As he cried, the driver frantically knocked his head against the steering wheel, tears and snot splattering everywhere, completely losing the composure expected of a professional driver.
However, sitting in the passenger seat was Leng Yichen, who remained expressionless.
He simply stared ahead quietly, legs crossed, fingers lightly tapping on the car door, showing no anger, no impatience, and not a hint of mockery.
His expression resembled that of a philosopher who had long since become indifferent to the world, deep and mysterious.
Then, he slowly spoke.
"...You have already done your best."
The driver exclaimed, "…!?"
This statement completely shattered the driver's emotions!!!
"Woohoohoohoo—!!!"
"Manager Leng!!! How can you still be so forgiving… woohoohoo!!!"
"I don't deserve this!!! I'm so useless!!!"
"Woohoohoohoo—!!!"
The driver was utterly broken down, collapsing onto the steering wheel in tears, his shoulders shaking violently.
However, the atmosphere outside the car stood in stark contrast to the sorrow within—
"Hahahahahaha—!"
Outside, a low and eerie laughter echoed.
Several assassins from the Razor Cult slowly approached the stopped vehicle, their black tight-fitting outfits enveloping their hairless bodies, appearing disturbingly strange under the moonlight.
On their faces were sickly, bloodthirsty smiles, and the Razors in their hands glinted with a chilling cold light.
"Finally... it has stopped."
"Leng Yichen, I thought you would really fight to the death."
"It seems you know that, in the face of the Razor Cult's will... all resistance is futile."
One of them slowly stepped forward, peering through the shattered car window, looking down at Leng Yichen sitting inside.
Leng Yichen's face remained devoid of any emotion.
He simply raised his head gracefully, slowly meeting the gazes of the Razor Cultists—
Then, a faint smile curved at the corners of his lips.
That smile was incredibly subtle, unfathomable.
Was it mockery? Was it calmness? Or perhaps... a hunter more terrifying than the prey was patiently waiting for his moment?
Did these Razor Cultists... truly believe they had won?
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