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This tiny photograph was like a super Nuclear Bomb in the online world, blowing countless lurking, gossip-hungry netizens out into the open!

Countless people commented beneath the tweet, and even more decisively reposted it. It went viral for a time.

Netizens joked that this was The Mechanic's new look. Some kind of super-Shamate style? Others openly shouted that The Mechanic had lost his mind, and once he came to his senses, he would definitely chop the hairstylist who gave him that haircut in half with a single blow!

"Donnie-style Shamate" rapidly became an online buzzword. People around the world looked at Donnie, who resembled a refugee, and happily discussed whether this guy had fled from the Middle East or North Africa. It was too tragic. What kind of devastating hairstyle was this? What had The Mechanic been through?

Some charitable organizations immediately stepped forward, calling on everyone to learn from Donnie, promote the spirit of hard work and perseverance, and donate money and supplies.

"The Mechanic is so poor he can't even afford clothes. And you people still have the nerve to live such luxurious lives?" a philanthropist publicly declared.

Many observant people had long noticed that Donnie had clearly been through a bloody battle. Yet even the occasional correct comment was swiftly drowned out by the joking crowd. Compared to such boring matters, they cared more about whether Donnie would chop that hairstylist to death.

"I bet ten dollars that if the hairstylist doesn't die, I'll livestream myself fucking an electric fan."

"Seconded. I believe a born-and-raised New Yorker like Donnie isn't a bloodthirsty killer. I'll be waiting for you to fuck that electric fan."

"Seconding the second floor."

The photographer was the owner of this hair salon. His business had never really taken off over the years. The name was simple: he had called his shop "Number Thirteen"... Only a ghost would expect superstitious people to like that.

Then inspiration struck, and he discovered a perfect business opportunity.

Donnie sat in the chair and demanded that the hairstylist make him look handsome. "Money isn't an issue. I only care about what you can turn my hair into." Donnie warned him, feeling deeply uneasy as he glared viciously at Pietro, who was sitting nearby and laughing himself senseless.

It was all that bastard's fault!

The bespectacled man stared wide-eyed, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

The owner decided to handle it personally. Gesturing as he did so, he pulled out several photographs and asked Donnie which one he preferred. The first showed a Shamate style: one side of the head shaved bald, the other side spiked up. Honestly, it suited Donnie's current situation rather well... But did he really think Donnie would admit it? He would be lucky not to get punched! If this hairstyle came out, it would be front-page news across every major outlet tomorrow!

Donnie looked at the owner with a dark expression. Out of politeness, he still forced out, "Not bad... I guess... But it definitely doesn't suit me."

The owner immediately tweeted: A hairstyle Donnie thinks is not bad! Twenty percent off at our shop! Those interested, hurry online to make an appointment. Website: %&*%￥##%￥...

Countless netizens rushed online to book appointments.

The second photograph was placed before Donnie. One side was still shaved bald, while the other side was combed sideways over the bald half and held in place with hair gel. The owner asked him what he thought of it.

Donnie sensed that something was off. Pietro laughed wildly as he tossed him a phone. Donnie's face turned black.

He glared at the owner and coldly assessed the hairstyle in the picture. "A pile of dog shit!"

The owner immediately tweeted: A hairstyle Donnie thinks looks like a pile of dog shit! Thirty percent off at our shop! Those interested, hurry online to make an appointment! First come, first served!

Another massive wave of netizens scrambled to make reservations, crashing the official website. People were insanely curious. What did a dog-shit hairstyle even look like?

The third photograph was handed over. Again, one side was shaved bald, while the other side hung outward, covering half the face.

Donnie looked displeased. He was a little angry, but found it even more amusing. He teased, "I don't know whether this hairstyle is good or bad."

The owner immediately tweeted: A hairstyle Donnie finds difficult to evaluate! A massive forty percent off at our shop! Those interested, hurry online to make an appointment!

The netizens exploded. Many found it hilarious and joked with one another that Donnie was really going head-to-head with Shamate hairstyles. Half serious and half just for fun, they also went ahead and casually made appointments.

The owner was so delighted that his mouth nearly twisted sideways. Appointments were already booked years into the future, and the other hairstylists let out cheers as well.

Donnie cursed furiously, shouting, "Do you people even know how to do hair? If you don't, I'll find someone else! Stop wasting my time!" Pietro bounced around, egging Donnie on to stay. He swore that this shop had a pretty good reputation.

Donnie's face was dark as he warned the owner to take this seriously. He had urgent business to attend to. The owner readily agreed, took a deep breath, and decided to begin. He would bring out his best skills and create a hairstyle that would astonish the world!

So he first washed Donnie's scalp, then took up the clippers and, with several quick snips, ruthlessly went after the few strands of hair Donnie had left.

He shaved Donnie bald.

He became bald... bald... bald...

!!!!!!

Donnie stared in utter shock! The owner had moved too fast. The few hairs he had left vanished in an instant! They were really gone!!

The owner was diligent and responsible. He repeatedly reminded Donnie, afraid that he might forget, that he absolutely had to take proper care of it when he got home. He also strongly recommended the salon's self-developed signature conditioner.

The owner was very considerate. At the end, he carefully put a wig on Donnie.

"HAHAHAHA!!!" Pietro howled with laughter, slapping his own thigh until it turned blue. He felt that the owner had avenged him.

A series of clicking sounds rang out. Filled with grief and rage, Donnie assembled a Hand Cannon onto his arm. He was going to blast this shop to pieces with one shot.

What a scam shop! This was fucking absolutely a scam shop!! What the hell were the regulatory authorities doing? Couldn't they regulate this place?!

Pietro had the sharpest instincts. He rushed forward and wrapped Donnie in a bear hug, desperately persuading him to accept reality and not act impulsively. They were all adults now; there was no need to be so hot-tempered.

Donnie wanted to kick Pietro to death. You were the fastest one here—you could have stopped him just now, couldn't you?... And what was with that face of yours, like you were about to laugh yourself into a flower?!

Pietro dragged and hauled the grief-stricken Donnie out of the hair salon. Donnie shouted and cursed, declaring that he would blast this scam shop apart with one shot.

During the struggle, Donnie's wig fell off...

Pietro suddenly became extremely considerate. In an instant, he retrieved the wig and carefully put it back on Donnie.

Donnie shouted furiously, tore off the wig, and flung it to the ground. He then crazily bombarded it with his Hand Cannon. Soft booms rang out one after another, blasting a small crater into the ground.

A gleaming bald head was exceptionally dazzling beneath the sunlight.

A passerby had come specifically for Donnie. The moment he got out of his car, he was blinded by the sudden flash of light.

"That's so blinding! Who took out a mirror? How irritating." The passerby covered his eyes, then spotted Donnie through the gaps between his fingers. He said unhappily, "Look at you, joining in the commotion for no reason. How uncultured. Where's Donnie? I'm his fan. I want his autograph."

The passerby was anxious and rushed into the shop to look for Donnie.

Donnie was furious to death. Cursing under his breath, he finally fired one more shot into the crater before turning and leaving.

"Where's Donnie? Where did you take him? I want his autograph! I want a photo with him!" The passerby's shouts carried far into the distance, making Donnie feel as though his entire public image had completely collapsed. He no longer had the will to live.