Chapter Forty-Three: New Trend

This tiny photograph, like a super nuclear bomb in the online world, blew out countless netizens who were lurking and spectating!

Below that tweet, countless people commented, and even more decisively retweeted it, making it an instant sensation.

Netizens joked, "Is this The Mechanic's new look? Super Shamatte style?" Some even publicly shouted that The Mechanic had gone mad, and that he would definitely kill the hairstylist who gave him this hairstyle once he realized it!

"Donnie-style Shamatte" quickly became a trending term online. People from all over the world, seeing Donnie looking like a refugee, were amused and discussed amongst themselves, "Did this guy escape from the Middle East or North Africa? He looks so miserable. What a tragic look! What did The Mechanic go through?"

Some charity organizations immediately stepped forward, calling on everyone to learn from Donnie and promote the spirit of hard struggle, urging donations of money and goods.

"The Mechanic is so poor he's in this state, can't even afford clothes. How dare you live a luxurious life?" a compassionate person stated publicly.

Many observant people had already noticed that Donnie had clearly been through a bloody battle. Even his occasional correct statements were quickly drowned out by the teasing public. Compared to such trivial matters, they were more concerned about whether Donnie would kill the hairstylist.

"I bet ten dollars that if the hairstylist doesn't die, I'll live-stream myself eating a fan."

"Seconded! I believe Donnie, a native New Yorker, isn't a murderer. I'm waiting for you to eat the fan."

"Thirded."

The hairstylist who took the photo was the owner of this hair salon. His business had been mediocre for years. His name was simple; he named his salon "Number Thirteen"... It would be a miracle if superstitious people bought into it.

He had a flash of inspiration, a stroke of genius, and discovered a brilliant business opportunity.

Donnie sat in the chair, asking the barber to make his hairstyle cooler. "Money is no object, I only care about what kind of hairstyle you can give me," Donnie warned, feeling uneasy, while fiercely glaring at Quicksilver, who was sitting beside him and laughing uncontrollably.

It was all this scoundrel's fault!

The man with glasses stared with wide eyes, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

The owner decided to do it himself. He gestured, pulled out a few photos, and asked Donnie which one he preferred. The first photo was of the Shamatte style: half of his head shaved bald, the other half sticking out. Honestly, it suited Donnie's current situation... But do you think Donnie would admit it? He'd probably punch you if you suggested it! This hairstyle would be front-page news for all major media outlets tomorrow!

Donnie looked at the owner with a displeased expression. Out of politeness, he forced himself to say, "It's... not bad... but it's definitely not suitable for me."

The owner immediately tweeted: Donnie likes a hairstyle! 20% off at our salon! Those interested, hurry and book online, the website is %&*%￥##%￥……

Countless netizens rushed to book online.

The second photo was presented to Donnie. It was still half-shaved bald, with the other half covered horizontally over the bald side and styled with hairspray. The owner asked him, "How about this hairstyle?"

Donnie felt something was wrong. Quicksilver, laughing hysterically, threw a phone at him to look at. Donnie's face turned dark.

He glared at the owner and, with a cold smile, commented on the hairstyle in the photo: "A pile of dog shit!"

The owner immediately tweeted: Donnie thinks a hairstyle looks like a pile of dog shit! 30% off at our salon! Those interested, hurry and book online, first come, first served!

Another large group of netizens scrambled to book, crashing the official website. People were incredibly curious: what did a dog-shit-like hairstyle look like?

The third photo was handed over. It was still half-shaved bald, with the other half drooping outwards, covering half of the face.

Donnie's expression was displeased, a little angry, but mostly amused. He teased, "I don't know if this hairstyle is good or bad."

The owner immediately tweeted: Donnie thinks a hairstyle is hard to evaluate! 40% off, a crazy bargain! Those interested, hurry and book online!

The netizens exploded. Many found it hilarious and teased each other, saying Donnie was really going at it with the Shamatte hairstyle. With a half-serious, half-playful attitude, they also went and casually booked an appointment.

The owner was so happy his mouth was crooked. The appointment slots were now booked for several years in advance. The other hairstylists let out a cheer.

Donnie cursed, yelling, "Do you guys even know how to do hair? If not, I'll find someone else. You're wasting my time." Quicksilver hopped around, egging Donnie on to stay, confidently claiming that this salon had a good reputation.

Donnie, with a dark expression, warned the owner to do it seriously, as he had urgent matters to attend to. The owner readily agreed, took a deep breath, and decided to get serious. He was going to use his full skill to create a hairstyle that would amaze the world!

So, he first washed Donnie's scalp, then took out the clippers and with a few snips, ruthlessly attacked the few remaining strands of hair on Donnie's head.

He shaved Donnie bald.

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

!!!!!!!!

Donnie was dumbfounded! The owner was too fast. His already sparse hair was gone in an instant! Truly gone!!

The owner was diligent and responsible. He repeatedly reminded Donnie, lest he forget, to take good care of his scalp after returning, and strongly recommended the salon's self-developed signature conditioner.

The owner was very thoughtful and finally carefully put a wig on Donnie.

"Hahahaha!!!" Quicksilver howled with laughter, slapping his own thighs until they were bruised. He felt like the owner had gotten revenge for him.

With continuous clicking sounds, Donnie, filled with grief and indignation, assembled a hand cannon on his arm. He wanted to blow up the shop with one shot.

"Black shop! Damn it, this is absolutely a black shop!! What are the inspection departments for, why aren't they doing anything!!!"

Quicksilver, Pietro, had the best eyesight. He rushed forward and grabbed Donnie, desperately trying to persuade him to accept reality and not act impulsively. "We're all adults, don't be so temperamental."

Donnie wanted to kick Pietro to death. "You're the fastest, you could have stopped this earlier... And what's with that face that looks like you're about to bloom with laughter?!"

Pietro, pulling and dragging, dragged the grief-stricken Donnie out of the hair salon. Donnie yelled and shouted, threatening to blow up the black shop.

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

Pietro became very considerate. He instantly retrieved the wig and carefully put it back on Donnie.

Donnie yelled, took off the wig, threw it on the ground, and fired his hand cannon wildly. Faint booming sounds kept coming, creating a small pit in the ground.

A bright bald head was exceptionally dazzling in the sunlight.

A pedestrian, attracted by the commotion, had just gotten out of his car when he was temporarily blinded by the sudden brightness.

"So glaring, who took out a mirror? So annoying," the pedestrian said, covering his eyes. He saw Donnie through his fingers and said unhappily, "Look at you, what are you crowding for? So uncivilized. Where's Donnie? I'm his fan, I want his autograph."

The pedestrian was anxious and rushed into the shop to find Donnie.

Donnie was furious, cursing. He fired one last shot into the pit and turned to leave.

"Where's Donnie? Where did you guys take him? I want his autograph! I want to take a picture with him!" The pedestrian's shouting carried far away, making Donnie feel like his image was completely ruined. He felt like life was meaningless.