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Buzzing—
The sudden vibration of the phone broke the eerie silence, like the overture of a play, propelling this hunt toward an unknown climax.
At that moment, the driver had been forcibly dragged to the roadside by the Razor Cultists, cowering in terror with his hands over his head, trembling uncontrollably. His freshly shaved scalp glimmered under the moonlight, resembling a smoothly polished emblem of Razor faith.
The Razor Cultists had successfully taken control of the luxury car. One of the assassins excitedly sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel tightly, as if at that moment, he was the true victor of this war!
However...
Buzzing—
That damned ringtone continued to persist.
Beep—beep—beep—
The sound was eerily unsettling.
...?
The assassin in the driver's seat furrowed his brow and turned to look inside the car—
Then, his pupils trembled slightly.
Leng Yichen remained imposing in the back seat, his long legs crossed, slender fingers gently tapping on the car door. His gaze was that of a predator in the night, staring directly at the assassin in the driver's seat through the rearview mirror!
Those eyes were cold, sharp, and unfathomable.
It was not the gaze of a captive...
But rather the look of a predator examining its prey.
The assassin in the driver's seat felt a chill run down his spine, and his throat involuntarily tightened as he nervously swallowed.
"…"
"…"
"…Uh."
"I... I absolutely won't take it!!!"
The assassin's voice trembled noticeably, his hand rigidly gripping the steering wheel, too afraid to reach for his phone. He felt as if he were being suppressed by some strange force!
"You take it yourself!!!"
His voice shook uncontrollably, transforming from the assertive Razor Cultist he had been moments ago into a hapless fool paralyzed by an overwhelming aura.
Buzzing—
The phone continued to ring.
Buzzing—
The incessant ringing of the phone echoed in the stillness of the night, creating an eerie and frenzied atmosphere, as if summoned by some inevitable fate, making the tension inside the car palpable.
"Bring it here."
Leng Yichen's voice was deep and commanding. He remained leisurely seated in the back seat, his legs crossed, his cold and sharp gaze piercing through the rearview mirror like a blade aimed directly at the assassin in the driver's seat.
— This was not a request; it was an order.
The assassin in the driver's seat swallowed hard, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead. His body tensed, as if he were prey locked onto by a predator, completely unable to move.
"…"
"…"
"…Who will go get it?"
The Razor Cultists exchanged glances. Just moments ago, they had been full of bravado, feeling in control of the entire vehicle, yet now none dared to reach for the phone!
— This was utterly unreasonable!!!
— After all, Leng Yichen was just a captive; why did we, the elite warriors wielding Razors, feel like we were the ones being judged?!
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
Finally, the piercing ringtone drove one of the Razor Cultists over the edge!
"Damn it, it's so annoying!!!"
He gritted his teeth and opened the glove compartment in front of the passenger seat, and suddenly a cascade of shiny phones spilled out—more than just fifty; there were as many as five hundred!!!
"Dammit! What the hell is this?! So many?!"
The assassin randomly grabbed a phone, barely glancing at the caller ID, and tremblingly handed it to Leng Yichen.
"Take it!! Hurry up!!!"
"Stop staring at me!!!"
Leng Yichen let out a light snort, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smile that exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure, as if everything was already under his control.
He elegantly extended his long fingers and casually took the phone, his demeanor regal and composed.
On the screen, the caller ID finally came into view—
"Ye Mo Li"
A glimmer of interest flashed in his eyes, and then—
"Click—"
He pressed the answer button directly, his voice deep and magnetic, filled with unparalleled dominance and confidence, launching into a series of arrogant CEO remarks—
"Ye Mo Li, are you missing me?"
"Just two days apart, and you've already become infatuated with me?"
"Admit it, woman; there is no man more perfect than me in this world. Your heart ultimately belongs to me."
"Go on, can you no longer bear the nights without me? Are you not moved every day by my dominance and strength?"
"Don't be shy, Ye Mo Li. Admitting your desire for me is the easiest choice for you."
"Come on, tell me how much you miss me."
—Leng Yichen, the world's richest man, the most powerful CEO globally, even when captured, still exudes an undeniable aura of dominance!
Inside the car, the Razor Cultists exchanged bewildered glances: "…???"
—Has this man gone mad?!
—Does he not care about his situation at all?!
—Could it be… he really thinks he is the center of this world?!
They looked towards the back seat where Leng Yichen sat, only to find that his presence remained undiminished. In fact, with this phone call, he seemed to grow even more arrogant and unshakeable!
At that moment—
On the other end of the line, Ye Mo Li's voice finally came through—
"Leng Yichen, listen, I don't have time to waste with your nonsense—"
Ye Mo Li's voice came through the phone, rapid and urgent, completely disregarding Leng Yichen's earlier barrage of arrogant sweet talk.
"The mansion has been attacked by the Razor Cult. Although we managed to fight back, but—"
She paused for a moment, her tone growing more serious as she revealed an even more shocking piece of news.
"Su Luobing... and her father, Su Baqi, are very likely members of the Razor Cult!"
Leng Yichen, who had been lazily leaning back in his seat with a meaningful smile on his lips, felt his gaze flicker at these words. His fingertips lightly tapped on his phone as he fell silent for half a second.
—Ah, so it’s true?
The unusually smooth forehead of Su Baqi had long raised his suspicions; the level of shine was far from what could be attributed to normal hair loss.
Now everything made sense.
This business marriage had been nothing but a scheme by the Razor Cult—if Su Luobing were to marry him, the merger of the Su Family and Ethan Lux would place the entire hair care industry under the control of the Razor Cult!
This was not just a marriage transaction; it was a global plan for "aesthetic control"!
—How ridiculous! There was no way he, Leng Yichen, would allow such a thing to happen.
On the other end of the line, Ye Mo Li seemed eager to say more, but Leng Yichen suddenly interjected, his tone calm yet elusive—
"No need to explain further, Ye Mo Li."
His voice remained deep and commanding, exuding an undeniable calmness.
"I have already been captured by the Razor Cult."
"……?!"
On the other end of the phone, Ye Mo Li was momentarily stunned.
"What... what?!"
Her heart suddenly tightened, and her fingers instinctively clenched around the phone. Countless possible scenarios flashed through her mind—
—Leng Yichen had been tied up by that group of Smooth maniacs, and was about to be forcibly shaved?!
—Leng Yichen was being forced to apply hair removal cream, turning into a Hairless God even smoother than Su Baqi?!
Ye Mo Li's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and her voice involuntarily rose. "Where are you right now?! What have they done to you?!"
"Ye Mo Li..."
Leng Yichen's voice suddenly became deep and magnetic, like a breeze brushing past her ear in the night, carrying an unprecedented tenderness and depth.
"I didn't expect... that you would be so worried about me."
He closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips as if savoring some delightful sweetness.
"Even though we've only known each other for a short time, you've already placed my safety above all else..."
"Woman, do you know what your words just meant to me?"
"You are melting my heart, which has been as cold as frost."
Ye Mo Li: "???"
"？？？"
Wait, this man was just being hunted, so why is he talking about love now?!
Aren't you captured?! How can your heart still be melting over there?!
The Razor Assassins of the Razor Cult, who were once confident of victory, now felt a strange sense of unease.
Is this Leng Yichen really just an ordinary captive?
Or does he not feel at a disadvantage at all?!
At that moment, Leng Yichen spoke softly, his tone like a predator whispering—
"Ye Mo Li, wait for me."
"This game isn't over yet."
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