Am I A God?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

After finishing his punches, he returned to his original seat and let time resume. He transitioned smoothly from Time Freeze to his power of illusion.

Deprivation of the five senses!

He activated the power of illusion—deprivation of the five senses.

A boom rang in the air as though there were numerous thunderstorms in the room.

All the 12 apostles were seriously injured and collapsed to the ground. Brandon was badly bruised and passed out on the floor.

The 13 of them were subjected to the deprivation of the five senses attack.

Looking at the fallen apostles, Matcha scoffed, "These are rookies and totally unsuitable to be gang members. The most irritating part is that these hoodlums think too highly of themselves."

Zhao Yao thought, "Yeah, you are talking about yourself."

Surveying the fallen apostles, Zhao Yao nodded and said, "Settled. Let me check…" He walked in front of Brandon and thought, "This appears to be the leader. I shall ask him."

In the condominium opposite the bar, everyone stared at the surveillance monitor in disbelief.

"Just in a few moments…" Anthony inhaled deeply and said, "This Asian is an apostle! Who is he? 13 apostles subdued in a blink of an eye."

His subordinate said, "His superpower is incredible and overwhelming and yet hard to detect."

Anthony became worried. "Request for additional reinforcements… This man could be more dangerous than Double-Headed Vulture."

Zhao Yao stood in front of Brandon and his eyes flashed with crimson rays. He kicked him until he regained consciousness.

Brandon wanted to move, however, he discovered he was paralyzed. He was controlled by Zhao Yao, who placed him standing up. Looking at the masked Asian, his face became gloomy.

"Didn't expect my Dragonhawks to be vanquished." Brandon sighed and said calmly, "Who are you? If you want money, I can give you 10 million euros. That should be more than sufficient to regain my life."

Zhao Yao laughed and thought, "A big catch, I could only blackmail Edron for 35 million euros after tremendous efforts. This man casually agreed on 10 million euros… I have to question him carefully."

Matcha ran to Zhao Yao's side and looked excitedly at Brandon. "This man has so much money? Zhao Yao, squeeze him dry!"

Brandon shivered when he noticed the eyes of the Asian turning green. He thought he had said something wrong.

Zhao Yao grabbed him viciously and said, "10 million is too little, I want more."

Brandon frowned and said grimly, "150 million, that is my baseline." He gave a cruel smile. "If you do not agree, you will face the endless wrath of the Double-Headed Vulture."

Zhao Yao laughed sinisterly. "I want all your money."

Brandon was surprised. His vision blurred and hundreds of butchers appeared and excreted while laughing sinisterly as they advanced towards him. Brandon was terrified.

Zhao Yao said, "If you show regret now, I will spare you. Otherwise, it will be too late once their insanity takes over."

Brandon looked grave and sneered, "You won't get any more money. Kill me if you dare. You will become the sworn enemy of the Double-Headed Vulture and you won't get a cent."

"Heh heh, trying to act tough." Zhao Yao scoffed at him, however, he was astonished. "This man is not afraid of the illusion? What shall I do? I can't possibly make the illusion real and I do not have the experience."

Zhao Yao stroked his chin and thought, "It should be similar to haemorrhoids."

"That is… haemorrhoids multiplied 10 times!"

Brandon groaned and his face turned pale. His mouth emitted moans of pain.

Zhao Yao gave an evil smile. "How's that? Is it unbearable? You will not suffer if you offer all your money."

Brandon's forehead pulsated with green veins, his eyes glaring at Zhao Yao. "I shall not yield! I will see you in hell!"

"Zhao Yao! This prick's arrogant! Let me help you interrogate him!" Matcha charged and kicked him a few times but with no effect. He walked to his buttocks and pulled down his pants.

Brandon was infuriated and hollered, "Scumbag, how dare you?!"

"Giving up your money?"

"Kill me!"

"Heh heh, it's not that easy. You won't be able to die without paying up. I am unable to take any more nonsense from you." Zhao Yao sneered, "Haemorrhoids multiplied 30 times!"

"Oh…" Brandon breathed rapidly. His face was as white as a sheet and his eyes showed signs of despair.

His buttocks popped with a fizz and splattered a huge pool of blood on Matcha, who was standing behind him.

Matcha looked dazed at the fresh blood on his body. He lifted his head and gazed in astonishment at Zhao Yao.

"So this man already had haemorrhoids. Did the power of illusion cause the body's reaction?" Zhao Yao covered his nose and stepped back. Looking at Matcha, he said, "It is fine Matcha. You just need to wash it off in the bathroom and you will be as good as new. Go to the bathroom now."

Zhao Yao noticed a golden exclamation mark flash above Brandon's head.

"Hmm? Besides being rich, is this man able to provide experience points?" Zhao Yao's eyes flashed brilliantly. "Haemorrhoids multiplied 60 times!"

Zhao Yao gazed intensely at Brandon's head. While in excruciating pain, a golden exclamation mark flashed above his head.

"Still need a bit more? In that case…"

Haemorrhoids multiplied 100 times!

Bam!

Brandon felt weakness all over his body and he lost all sensation in his body. He opened his mouth and thought, "Have I died?" Waves of excruciating pain wrecked his entire body. It was so painful that he was unable to speak.

Zhao Yao looked at his flashing exclamation mark and asked immediately, "How's it? Brandon, do you need help? Do you need me to help you?"

Brandon trembled as he mumbled, "Quickly…"

"Ah? Speak clearly, my English is average."

Brandon became gloomy. He wanted to speak but was too wrecked by the pain to say anything coherent.

Zhao Yao said solemnly, "You have earned my respect. I am surprised to find such a tough guy in this crime syndicate. I shall have to dial up the intensity."

"No, please don't!!" Brandon was screaming inside, however, the pain caused his lips to convulse and he was unable to speak. Tears welled up in his eyes as he stared at Zhao Yao, hoping he would understand.

"Glaring at me? Fine, let me see how long you can hold." Zhao Yao scoffed at him. "Haemorrhoids multiplied 120 times!"

Pooh! Fresh blood sprayed from his back and splattered on Matcha, who had just come out of the bathroom. He gaped at Zhao Yao and Brandon.