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A loud slap echoed in the air as a Razor Church Assassin suddenly lunged forward and snatched Leng Yichen's phone from his hands.
"Enough, shut up!" he barked.
Without hesitation, he swung his hand down in a swift motion, striking Leng Yichen forcefully on the back of his neck.
The impact was powerful enough to knock any ordinary person unconscious in an instant.
Leng Yichen's eyes slowly closed, and his body sagged slightly.
However—
Everyone gasped in shock!
—This man was still maintaining a perfect sitting posture!!!
His back remained straight, legs crossed, and his aura was still commanding!
—Had he really passed out?!
—Or perhaps… he had merely dozed off for a moment in the car?!
"Damn it… who the hell is this guy?!"
The assassin who had struck him shook his hand nervously; he could still feel a twinge of pain from the blow he had just delivered.
Is this still a human neck?!
“Forget it! Let’s go! We need to take him back to the base before he wakes up!”
“This man is too dangerous… no, I should say he’s too strange!”
The assassin suppressed the unease rising within him and violently threw his phone out of the car window, watching it slice through the night and plummet into the desolate wilderness beside them.
“Boom—!”
The engine roared once more as the vehicle sped away from the scene, racing toward the secret base of the Razor Cult.
However—
In the back seat, Leng Yichen sat with his eyes closed, breathing steadily as if he had truly fallen into a coma. Yet…
His imposing aura still filled the entire car!
It was as if he were not a captive at all, but a king enjoying a private chauffeur service, possessing the whole world.
This bizarre scene sent chills down the spines of the Razor Church Assassins inside the vehicle.
“Is… is this guy really unconscious?”
“Don’t ask, I don’t want to know! Just drive!”
The vehicle raced through the night, carrying this eerie silence deeper into the unknown darkness—
"Hello? Leng Yichen?! Are you still there?!"
Ye Mo Li tightly gripped her phone, anxiously shouting into the receiver, her voice trembling slightly.
However, on the other end of the line, there was only intermittent static and the roar of a car engine, as if it were speeding away, growing more distant...
Beep—beep—beep—
The call was disconnected.
Ye Mo Li's fingers trembled slightly as she held her breath, staring at the phone screen, as if hoping for a miracle that Leng Yichen's voice would come through again.
But nothing came.
Her fingertips dug into the edge of the phone, and then she abruptly ended the call, taking a deep breath to force herself to calm down.
—Leng Yichen had been taken.
The realization exploded in her mind!
"Mo Li! What happened?!"
Beside her, Shen Dudu hurriedly leaned in, her round eyes filled with worry. She wiped her hands that were slick with hair serum and asked anxiously, "What’s going on with Manager Leng?! Why did he suddenly hang up?!"
The butler standing behind Ye Mo Li also furrowed his brow, his expression grave as he fixed his gaze on her, waiting for an answer.
Ye Mo Li clenched her phone tightly, took a deep breath, and spoke softly yet firmly—
"…The Razor Cult has captured Manager Leng."
"What?!!"
Shen Dudu nearly dropped the hair serum in her hand, stunned and frozen in place.
The butler's eyes widened in disbelief, shock etched across his face.
"That Manager Leng?! The most powerful, wealthiest, and most domineering man in the world… has actually been captured?!"
—This is unreasonable!
—This is far too unreasonable!!!
Shen Dudu opened her mouth, trying to regain her ability to speak. "Wait, wait! That can't be right?! Isn't Manager Leng the strongest? How could he possibly be caught by those bald heads from the Razor Cult?!"
The butler furrowed his brow deeply, his tone grave. "If even Manager Leng can fall into the hands of the Razor Cult… then things may be more serious than we imagined."
An oppressive atmosphere instantly filled the room.
This was not a simple conflict; it was an unprecedented challenge that struck at the very core!
Shen Dudu swallowed hard and asked softly, "So… what should we do now?"
Ye Mo Li's gaze darkened slightly as his hands clenched into tight fists.
"Save him."
"Save him?"
Shen Dudu's voice was laced with hesitation, her round eyes blinking as she looked at Ye Mo Li, seemingly unable to believe what she had just heard.
"But... but, do we really have to save him?"
She furrowed her brows, uncertainty creeping into her tone. "I know Manager Leng is special to you, but he's so wealthy; he must have a hundred ways to save himself, right? Maybe in a few hours, he'll swagger out on a helicopter and say something like, 'Woman, you actually worried about me?' That kind of nonsense..."
"And honestly, is this even our business?"
Shen Dudu's voice grew softer, eventually trailing off into a somewhat guilty mumble. "We're just a hair care brand..."
However, Ye Mo Li did not hesitate. She slowly nodded, her eyes shining with an unusual determination.
"We must save him."
"If we don't rescue Manager Leng and let the Su Family and Razor Cult take control of him... then the world's standards of beauty will be turned upside down."
Her tone was grave, each word ringing like a heavy alarm bell, heralding an impending aesthetic catastrophe!
"By then, it will be too late."
Unconsciously, she tightened her grip on the two braids under her arms, her fingertips brushing against the smooth, resilient hair, bringing a familiar warmth.
These armpit hairs were not just a feature of her body; they were the pride and last hope of her entire family.
In her mind's eye, countless fallen relatives flashed before her...
Those who once sacrificed themselves to fight against the Razor Cult had their hair forcibly shaved, ultimately succumbing to irreversible hair loss, becoming victims of this aesthetic war.
She was the last warrior of her family and the only heir still possessing such thick and resilient hair!
If she fell, this war would come to a complete end, and the Razor Cult would achieve ultimate victory!
Ye Mo Li took a deep breath, gripping her Armpit Braid tighter as if drawing strength from it.
"This is not just Leng Yichen's problem... it is a problem for all of us!"
"The decisions we make now will determine the aesthetic trends of the future world!"
Her voice was powerful and resonant, causing Shen Dudu, who had been hesitant, to freeze in place.
Shen Dudu opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but when she looked into Ye Mo Li's eyes, she had never seen such unwavering determination.
It was not just resolve; it was the weight of a family's history.
Finally, Shen Dudu gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Alright..."
She clenched her fists, her gaze turning resolute. "We will save them! But... how do we save them?! We are just selling hair care products!!"
Ye Mo Li's lips curled into a confident smile.
"This time, let Armpit Hair tell them—"
"What is the pinnacle of aesthetics?"
The night enveloped the mansion, and after the attack by the Razor Cult, the atmosphere in the grand hall remained unbearably heavy.
The butler, servants, and security personnel gathered in the hall, their faces etched with terror and anxiety. They whispered to one another, quietly discussing the horrifying events that had just transpired.
—The Razor Cult has truly come.
—These bald lunatics have brought their war right here.
Many of the servants and butlers were still shaken, some even trembling slightly, as they had witnessed their companions' hair being shaved clean under the Razor's attack. This brutal torment was more terrifying than any weapon!
The reason these people were willing to follow Leng Yichen was not only due to his wealth and dominance but also because he symbolized "Ultimate Beauty" and "Pinnacle Aesthetic of Hair."
But now—
This sense of aesthetics was facing an unprecedented challenge!
The Razor Cult, an organization that proclaimed "Smoothness Is The Only Truth," sought to overturn the world's standards of beauty. Their minions had already infiltrated, and Manager Leng... had even fallen into enemy hands!
"This war has just begun..."
Ye Mo Li stood atop the resplendent spiral staircase of the mansion, looking down at everyone in the hall.
She surveyed her surroundings, observing the fearful faces of the servants and security personnel. She knew that before the war began, the most important thing was to stabilize their hearts!
Taking a deep breath, she then spoke loudly!
"Everyone! We can no longer live in fear!"
Her voice rang out powerfully, echoing throughout the hall like thunder, shaking the hearts of everyone present!
All were captivated by her commanding presence, stopping their conversations and looking up at Ye Mo Li, who stood on the staircase.
Under the dazzling crystal chandelier, she appeared like a general ready to lead her troops into battle!
"What you just witnessed is only a small fraction of the Razor Cult's power."
"This organization has been secretly stirring for years, and their goal is to completely overturn the aesthetic of this world!"
Her gaze swept over the crowd, her fingers tightening slightly as her voice grew even louder. "But do you know? This war actually began hundreds of years ago!"
Everyone was taken aback, their attention gradually focusing on her.
"My family—the Ye Family—has fought countless battles against the Razor Cult for centuries!"
"In order to protect the world's aesthetic, to prevent this world from turning into a hell filled with Smooth monsters..."
"Our ancestors have continuously resisted the invasion of the Razor Cult!"
Her words struck like molten lava, hitting each person's heart with every syllable!
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