"Where did all my treasure go?!"
Colonel Nezumi was beside himself. He searched the room three times, but every chest had been cleaned out. Nothing was left.
"Colonel! Colonel! The prisoners have escaped, and Ye Chen is gone too."
The marines who rushed in saw the state Colonel Nezumi was in. He had been humiliated, yet he still seemed not to have noticed. One of them couldn't help speaking up.
"What? The prisoners escaped, and Ye Chen's gone? What the hell happened?"
Colonel Nezumi turned and roared at them.
Just then, a gust of wind blew through the window. Colonel Nezumi felt a chill across his head, and his face stung too.
He had been so busy looking for his treasure that he only now realized something felt different. He looked down. Someone had cut a huge hole in the crotch of his pants.
That wasn't all. Underneath, he was completely bare. Ye Chen had been thorough: he hadn't left a single hair, above or below.
A marine kindly handed Colonel Nezumi a mirror. "Colonel, you'd better see for yourself."
As he spoke, the marine backed away several steps. Sure enough, Colonel Nezumi took one look in the mirror and exploded. "Who the hell is that?"
Several marines nearly burst out laughing. "Colonel, that's you. Your hair, your mustache... It's all been shaved off."
Nezumi looked in the mirror again. It was true. Colonel Nezumi's head was smoother than a monk's, without a single hair left. His mustache was gone too, and Ye Chen's blade had left bloody nicks all over his face and scalp. Clearly, Ye Chen had been a novice at shaving.
"Ah..."
Colonel Nezumi nearly died of rage. Then it struck him: his subordinates had seen him like this. "Out!" he shouted. "All of you, get out!"