Bluff Like Your Life Depends on It

The Evil God?

Pierce and the others froze. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the nickname.

But if even the Apocalypse King called him that, the name carried an inexplicable weight.

Snakehead finally understood. Everyone had linked him to the Apocalypse King.

In that case, he might as well borrow the Apocalypse King's reputation and tie everything back to him.

It was a common trick in the underworld.

Whenever trouble came, you invoked some big shot's name to give yourself courage, whether it helped or not.

Often, the other side couldn't tell whether the connection was real and decided it wasn't worth the trouble. That was how you got away.

Seeing that Pierce seemed intimidated, Snakehead thought he had a chance.

But he was only an ordinary man. Given enough time, they would discover that. He might as well use their assumption to his advantage.

"She's right. Right now, I really am an ordinary man."

"The Apocalypse King... sealed my power."

He picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said, "If you rescued me because you want something, I'm afraid I can't help you until my power returns."

That should buy me some time, shouldn't it? Snakehead thought.

They paid such a high price to rescue me. They won't kill me right away. They'll at least watch me for a while, won't they?

I need to find a way out before then.

Pierce said, "Lord Evil God, I'm afraid none of us has that much time."

"The Apocalypse King may have left Earth, but after this incident, Nick Fury will surely call him back."

"If your power hasn't returned by then, things could go badly for all of us."

Snakehead cursed inwardly. *I couldn't beat a single one of you, and you want me to take on the Apocalypse