Martial Law

Suddenly, a thought flashed pass Zhao Yao's mind. "Does that mean that I can give myself some muscles as well?" He recalled the muscle armor used by one of the Masters at Xiao Ming's house and figured that he could give himself a muscle armor through his illusion too.

Zhao Yao started to work on Matcha's ears. He snipped off two corners of the beanie and pulled his ears out of the holes.

"I'll fold the ears and remember how they are folded. In future, I'll fold them the same way to complement the illusion."

Matcha said, "Everyone in the George family is born a Scottish Fold. My ears will always fold the same way today or tomorrow."

Zhao Yao completely ignored the nonsense that came out of Matcha's mouth and pulled his ears with force. Matcha yelled in pain, "Ah ahh ahhh!! Be gentle, please! Ah ahhh! It's about to snap, my poor ear is about to break off!"

"Then you better fold your ears properly."