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Darkness, coldness, and eeriness—this was the hideout of the Razor Cult.
Hidden deep within an unknown Underground Temple, the walls surrounding it were unnaturally Smooth, as if meticulously scraped by countless Razors, devoid of any roughness or disorder. It felt as though the entire space was governed by an absolute "Smooth Faith."
In the center of this bizarre temple, Leng Yichen was firmly bound to a heavy black chair, its legs fixed to the altar, like a sacrificial offering in some kind of cult ritual.
His hands were locked to the armrests of the chair, yet he maintained his usual domineering posture, sitting upright with his legs crossed, exuding an air of superiority that showed no hint of defeat!
However, the scene around him caused his brows to furrow involuntarily.
—A sea of hairless followers knelt silently on the ground!
Each person's skin was disturbingly Smooth, resembling that of a newborn baby, yet they radiated a strange fervor and devotion, as if the meaning of their lives was solely to "eliminate all Hair"!
Leng Yichen's sense of aesthetics, though arrogant, had never compromised on matters of Smoothness!
At this moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of strangeness and disgust; there was no beauty to be found!
"Heh..."
Leng Yichen let out a cold laugh, his eyes filled with deep disdain. This was a disaster for the world of aesthetics; it was the epitome of ugliness!
—These lunatics actually wanted to turn the world into this ghastly sight?!
"Welcome, Manager Leng."
A strange yet authoritative voice echoed as the Smooth Pope slowly descended from the high platform. His black Smooth robe trailed on the ground, exuding an ominous aura.
His face… was so hairless that even his eyebrows were nonexistent!
This made his expression appear bizarre and pale; his eyebrow-less eyes sparkled with an eerie gleam!
"You should feel honored to be a key figure witnessing the dawn of the Smooth era."
Smooth Pope slightly opened his arms, and the hairless followers in the hall recited the scriptures in unison, their tones low and fervent, as if a bizarre ritual was brewing.
Leng Yichen scoffed disdainfully, like an emperor looking down on a group of jesters.
"Enough with the nonsense, Smooth freak. I have no interest in your aesthetics."
He lifted his gaze, his cold eyes like knives, staring directly at Smooth Pope, his tone exceedingly domineering.
"Moreover, my Hair is something you cannot touch."
The corners of Smooth Pope's mouth twitched slightly, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a woman's cold laughter echoed through the hall.
"Hehehe..."
The sound of high heels striking the ground resonated throughout the grand hall.
"My dear... you are still so self-righteous."
Leng Yichen lazily raised his eyes and saw a face filled with resentment and madness.
—Su Luobing!
She wore a black custom-made gown, its thin hem hugging her perfect curves. Her cold and beautiful face shimmered with a cruel light, her gaze fixed intensely on Leng Yichen, as if anything she could not possess she would rather destroy than let others have.
Standing beside her was her father, the head of Su Group—Su Baqi!
At this moment, Su Baqi had donned a pure black Razor Cult robe, appearing even more eerie than usual. His smooth, hairless forehead glinted strangely in the firelight, resembling a finely carved Smooth statue.
Su Baqi smiled slightly, his tone imbued with the calmness and threat characteristic of a schemer. "Manager Leng, you finally see it clearly now? This war is not just an Aesthetic Battle; it is a revolution of world order."
"Hair is a symbol of ugliness, a remnant of humanity's evolutionary process. We will lead the world into the true Smooth era!"
"And you, Leng Yichen, will be the first sacrifice of this transformation!"
Su Luobing slowly approached Leng Yichen, her delicate fingertips gently tracing his cheek. Her eyes sparkled with a twisted mix of mad love and revenge.
"I truly... hate you so much, Leng Yichen..."
Her tone carried a hint of madness, and her gaze revealed a fierce possessiveness.
"Back then, I tried so hard to make you love me, but all you could see was that wretched woman... Ye Mo Li?!"
"Now, I want you to know... your once proud hair, your aesthetic, your pride will completely vanish here!!!"
"I will make you witness how I turn you into the smoothest man in the world!!!"
She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
"Bring it in."
Two followers of the Razor Cult pushed a high-end automatic shaver forward.
The machine gleamed with silver light, its highly precise laser razor activated and emitting a faint blue glow. Once it moved, all of Leng Yichen's hair would be shaved clean!!!
Su Luobing licked her red lips, her eyes filled with mad anticipation.
"Manager Leng... your beauty should belong to me."
"But since you do not belong to me... then let me destroy it with my own hands..."
"Bring it on, let's begin!"
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The blades of the Shaver began to spin, emanating a destructive aura of Smoothness as they approached Leng Yichen!
“Damn it…!”
Leng Yichen never imagined that one day he would actually feel a twinge of fear!
This was not the competition of the marketplace, not the negotiations of a merger, nor the power struggles between rivals—this was a true crisis concerning his very existence!
“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”
The fully automatic Shaver slowly drew closer, its silver blades spinning at high speed, reflecting a cold light as if declaring to him—
—You, Leng Yichen, will become the smoothest CEO in history!!!
Leng Yichen had never felt such a profound fear of death.
—No, this was worse than death!
If these people really shaved off his Hair… he would no longer be Leng Yichen!
He would lose all his dominance, his dignity, his very soul!!!
“Damn it!”
Leng Yichen finally couldn’t hold back any longer and began to thrash wildly, desperately trying to break free from the cold Razor altar chair!
But… the tight restraints rendered him immobile.
“Hahaha…”
Su Luobing stood nearby, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes glinting with an unusual excitement and madness.
She looked at Leng Yichen, the man who was usually domineering and arrogant, now revealing a sense of tension and fear in front of her. She had never seen him so "helpless" before—
This made her feel an unprecedented thrill and excitement!
Her cheeks flushed, the corners of her mouth lifted higher, and her eyes burned with a nearly twisted excitement.
"Darling... are you scared?"
"Hahaha... you've never shown this kind of expression before..."
"But that's okay. Once your hair is completely shaved off, I will take good care of you..."
"After all, the smooth version of you will be the most perfect work of art in the world..."
Her tone was gentle, yet it carried an incredibly distorted possessiveness.
Bang—!
Leng Yichen suddenly twisted, toppling over along with the entire chair!
"Damn...!"
He fell awkwardly to the ground, cold sweat beading on his forehead. This was not part of his plan... but at least it got him a little further away from that damned shaver!
Thud—!
At that moment, a small canister rolled out from his pocket, falling to the ground, tumbling once, and then—
Pop—!
The canister shattered, a crystal-clear liquid splattering out and soaking his hair!
Su Luobing was momentarily taken aback, her gaze fixed on the jar, and then her pupils dilated in shock.
"What is that...?!"
At that moment, Leng Yichen's hair began to change.
It shimmered with an unusual luster!
It was as if he had gained some kind of enhancement...!
Su Luobing's expression shifted from excitement to confusion, while Smooth Pope narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing a strange transformation!
"This is impossible...?!"
Leng Yichen actually had a hidden trump card?!
What exactly was this mysterious liquid?
Why did Leng Yichen's hair start to shine at this moment?
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