245 The Magical Lamp’s 3 Wishes ? (1/2)

The anticipation in the air was palpable as six pairs of eyes were glued to the mysterious oil lamp. Fit Bro took a step forward and slowly lifted the oil lamp off the platform. Nothing surprising happened throughout the process.

Ah Jie could not contain his excitement and started jumping up and down, ”Boss, should we try and rub it? This might actually be a magical oil lamp!”

Fit Bro slid the mysterious lamp a guarded look and cautioned, ”This is too creepy. Remember my words, no one is allowed to rub this lamp without my permission. We need to bring it back and examine it before we try anything funny.”

However, a thunderous boom exploded in their ears the moment Fit Bro finished his words. Zhao Yao had morphed into a lamp God and levitated from the oil lamp itself. With his eyes staring right into Fit Bro, Zhao Yao asked, ”Were you the one who rubbed the magical lamp?”

”F*ck!” Fit Bro roared at the top of his lungs and retorted, ”I did not rub your f*cking lamp!”

However, Zhao Yao turned a deaf ear to Fit Bro's claims. In Zhao Yao's eyes, he was only interested in the exclamation mark that was about to appear on top of his head and announced, ”I can fulfill three of your wishes. I can make it happen as long as you say it out loud.” Zhao Yao was experimenting with this method to identify the underlying pattern behinds these missions. He wanted to test whether he could create and complete his own missions.

Hearing Zhao Yao's (lamp God) voice ring in their ears, the six men's eyes gleamed with excitement. At the same time, they were still rather wary of this offer that was too good to be true.

Only Fit Bro managed to maintain his composure as he whipped out his phone to check for the authenticity of the magical lamp. What he saw on his screen caused his chest to tighten with fear. This magical lamp was real!

Zhao Yao's turned grew increasingly impatient as he interrupted, ”Are you done thinking yet? What wish do you have?”

Their feelings at that point were a perfect conflation of excitement and anxiety. Their lips trembled as they tried to suppress what they wanted to say. Immediately, Fit Bro shot them a death glare and warned them, ”All of you, shut your mouth.” Fit Bro remained rather skeptical of Zhao Yao and used his authority to prevent his subordinates from falling into this trap. He stared at Zhao Yao and announced, ”I want to be the richest man in this world.”

Zhao Yao simply rejected him with a dismissive wave of his hand. He replied, ”This is too difficult, change it to something else instead.”

”D*mn it!” Fit Bro roared with rage as anger seared through him, ”Didn't you promise me that I could ask for any wish?”

”Did you actually take my words for it? Would you trust me if I claimed to be your father?”

”This magical lamp is really haughty.” Fit Bro gritted his teeth and clenched his fist as anger poured out of his eyes. He thought about it before announcing, ”I would like to be the ruler of this country!”

”You?” Zhao Yao shot Fit Bro a condescending look and replied, ”It is still too difficult, come up with something else.”

Anger rolled through Fit Bro as he exploded, ”You can't do this and can't do that! So what exactly can you do?”

”Make a guess.”

”F*ck!” In his head, Fit Bro was thinking, ”This magical lamp just seems so shady and illegitimate. However, if I want to test it, I must ask for something that can instantly be created, something more achievable …” With this thought, Fit Bro announced, ”Since I can't be the richest in the world, how about you make me the richest man in China?”

”This is rather simple.” Zhao Yao gave a lopsided smile and snapped his fingers, ”Taadaa, you are now the richest man in China.”

Fit Bro expected some magical energy to surge through him but felt none of that. He replied, ”But I didn't feel anything at all, did you transfer the money to my bank account already?”

Fit Bro turned around and saw his subordinates shaking like a leaf. They struggled to say, ”Boss … boss … your… your face!”

Fit Bro ran his fingers across his face and was suddenly struck with a frightening realization. He whipped out his phone and saw a stranger's reflection staring right at him.

”F*ck!” Fit Bro threw his hands in the air and roared, ”You simply turned my face to Jack Ma's face when I asked to be the richest man in China? And you only changed my face, the rest of my body is still the same! What's the f*cking point of this? And Jack Ma isn't even the richest man in China!”

Fit Bro just wanted to throw his phone away and removed anything that could remind him of his current face. He shouted at the top of his voice, ”I'll be sued for fraud if I go out like this. Quick, turn me back to my original state!”

Zhao Yao snapped his finger and had reverted Fit Bro to his original appearance, ”Alright, I have granted you two wishes. Now, for your last wish?”

”D*mn it! How is that considered two wishes?” Fit Bro's chest rose and fell with his rapid breaths. He rubbed his hands together in his attempt to quell his urge to punch Zhao Yao. He then spoke, ”For my last wish, I would like to ask for three more wishes.”

Bam!