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"In this war, our Ye Family has achieved countless victories, but we have also paid a tremendous price..."
She took a deep breath, slowly extending her hand to gently grasp the two braids under her arms.
"For generations, our Ye Family has possessed remarkably resilient hair... However, due to this prolonged struggle, many of our kin ultimately fell victim to the Razor Cult's revenge."
"Their hair was shaved off, and some even developed irreversible baldness... In the end, they could only watch helplessly as they transformed into smooth monsters."
"Until now, I am the last hope of my family..."
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes as she tightly held onto her armpit braids, her tone as resolute as steel—
"I am the last warrior of the Ye Family, possessing full hair!"
The room fell into a profound silence.
Servants, butlers, and security personnel... everyone was stunned!
They looked at Ye Mo Li, this woman who had remained strong and fearless from the very beginning, carrying such a heavy family mission?!
Ye Mo Li lifted her head, her gaze flickering with burning determination!
"The Razor Cult's target is not just Manager Leng!"
"Their ambition is to completely overturn the aesthetic of this world! If they succeed, everyone in the future will become smooth, hairless beings!"
"Are you willing to accept that?!"
"Are you willing to give up your hair, eyebrows, beards, and even nose hair?!"
"Are you willing to see this world become a hairless, bald hell?!"
"Are you willing to let Manager Leng fall into the hands of these monsters and have all their hair shaved off?!"
Her words resonated like war drums, shaking the hearts of everyone present!
"No way!!!"
Someone was the first to shout out loud!
"Absolutely not!!"
"We must protect Manager Leng! Protect our hair!"
"Defeat the Razor Cult!!"
Inside the mansion, everyone was finally ignited with passion!
The butlers stood up one by one, their eyes filled with determination. The servants clenched their fists, and the security guards wore expressions of fury!
The fear brought by the Razor Cult was completely shattered by Ye Mo Li's words!
In that moment, they were no longer just employees of Leng Yichen...
—they were warriors defending their hair!
Ye Mo Li stood on the stairs, his gaze like a burning flame!
"This war began with the Ye Family... but it will be ended by all of us!!!"
"Now, join me in rescuing Manager Leng!"
"For Hair! For Aesthetics! For Freedom!!!"
"Roar!!!"
An unprecedented roar echoed through the mansion—this was a battle to defend aesthetics!!!
Boom—!!!
A storm of passion swept through the entire mansion!
Everyone began to mobilize frantically. The once elegant and composed servants rolled up their sleeves and started distributing supplies; the security personnel donned tactical gloves, ready for action; even the butlers entered a state of readiness, as if this were not a mansion but a fortress on the brink of war!
This was no longer just a simple rescue operation—this was a battle to defend aesthetics!
At the heart of this mobilization storm, Shen Dudu stood before a long table, hands on her hips, her face displaying a strategist's serious expression.
"Everyone! Our combat power is currently insufficient! But we have something that the Razor Cult does not—"
With a swift motion, she gestured, and several servants behind her immediately brought out boxes of special products: hair care products, rapid root strengthening formulas, smoothing essence for hair ends, extreme styling agents, hair strengthening sprays... everything was included!!!
"We have the strongest hair care technology!" Shen Dudu slammed her hand on the table and declared loudly, "We will make our Hair reach an unprecedented strength! We will let these Smooth monsters know that Hair is the pinnacle of this world!!!"
“Roar!!!”
The servants shouted in unison, frantically spraying various enhancers onto their hair, eyebrows, beards, armpit hair, and nose hair!
“I want my hair to be as tough as steel!”
“My beard must be impervious to blades and bullets!!!”
“My armpit hair needs to be styled into a weapon!!!”
The mansion was filled with fervor as everyone prepared for the impending war!
Meanwhile, Ye Mo Li stood alone in the most spacious courtyard of the mansion.
The night sky was silent, stars twinkling, but her gaze shone brighter than the stars above.
In her hand, she tightly gripped a black flare; this was no ordinary firework—this was the Ye Family's century-old war signal!
“Razor Cult… if you dare to touch Leng Yichen…”
“Then let this war ignite completely!”
She took a deep breath, and then—
“Boom—!!!”
The flare was lit, shooting a massive burst of light into the night sky, accompanied by a powerful explosion and trailing a long tail of flames!
“Whoosh——!!!”
It soared higher and higher until it reached the pinnacle of the night sky, and then—
“Boom——!!!!”
A massive character for "Leaf" exploded in the air!
Dazzling golden flames illuminated the entire night sky, like an epic declaration of war!!!
This was not just a challenge to the Razor Cult—
It was an invitation to all those still fighting against the Razor Cult!
All those who had fled from the tyranny of the Razor Cult, the Aesthetic Rebels, and all those still resisting in the darkness, now—
Your battlefield has arrived!!!
The final showdown of aesthetics is about to begin!!!
The night breeze was cool as Ye Mo Li stood quietly before the mansion's grand entrance, her black hair gently swaying in the wind.
Her gaze was sharp as a blade, fixed on the distance, waiting for a familiar figure to appear.
This was a war—a war to defend aesthetics and resist the tyranny of Smooth. She needed allies, those strong enough to refuse to bow down to the Razor Cult!
Suddenly—
In the distance, a sudden surge of intense pressure swept through the street, causing the ground to tremble faintly, as an overwhelming battle intent surged like a tsunami!
"…It's here."
Ye Mo Li whispered, a hint of a fierce smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
Boom—!!!
A massive figure appeared before the mansion like a tempest, each step shaking the ground as if even the earth itself was bearing an unparalleled weight!
—That was Hair-clad Warrior Monk —Halgaen!!!
Buzzing—
The air vibrated, and the streetlights in the night flickered slightly, as if trembling at the presence of this legendary monk from the underworld!
He was extraordinarily strong, his muscles resembling those of an ancient statue, each one harboring destructive power. Just standing there exuded a heavy sense of oppression!
However, what drew the most attention—
Was his hair.
His head was completely bald, smooth like a polished stone weathered by time, but beneath this smooth expanse extended a wild mane of hair on either side!
These long strands were an astonishing three meters in length!!!
In the gentle breeze, these locks seemed to possess their own consciousness, swaying lightly and creating an ethereal sense of transcendence.
This is his symbol— the "Mediterranean Wandering Monk" look!
In the martial world, this legendary man holds a formidable title—
the "Hair Enlightened One!"
"Amitabha."
His deep, resonant voice rang out like an ancient bell, resonating within the hearts of those who heard it.
" Master Ye, you have indeed sounded the signal for war."
Ye Mo Li nodded slightly, clasping her hands together, her eyes ablaze with fighting spirit. "Master Halgaen, we can no longer delay this war."
Halgaen slowly closed his eyes and nodded slightly. When he opened them again, a profound light flickered within.
"I have witnessed the atrocities of the Razor Cult for far too long... Now, it is time for the glory of Hair to return."
"Let us fight to the end for the aesthetics of the world!"
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