He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

A spatial rift tore open at the edge of the suburban cemetery.

Li Ang landed first, his sneakers hitting the muddy ground and picking up two rotten leaves.

Zhang Chulan followed closely behind and rolled out.

He landed face-first.

"Pooh!"

Zhang Chulan spat out the grass root in his mouth, and used his hands to push himself up from the ground.

"Boss, could you put a soft mat at the exit next time? My face is a strategic asset of the company."

Li Ang ignored him.

He stared at the air twenty meters ahead.

Pink mist is slowly rising there.

"Oh?" Li Ang raised an eyebrow.

"What is that?" Zhang Chulan immediately became alert.

"Welcome ceremony".

Li Ang took out a cup of bubble tea from his spatial ring, put the straw in his mouth, and drank it.

"The way people in your world greet each other."

Before the words were finished, a woman's voice, languid to the bone, came from the pink mist.

"The virgin is back."

A woman emerged from the mist.

Her black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes sparkled with spring.

Her body was so supple it seemed boneless, and every step she took was on a rhythm that made one's heart itch.

Xia He.

One of the Four Madmen of Quanxing, the Bone Scraper.

"She also brought a random guy with her." Xia He's gaze fell on Li Ang, her red lips slightly upturned. "He's not bad looking, just a bit too thin."

"Who are you?" Li Ang took a sip of milk tea.

Xia He's smile froze for half a second.

She was very confident in her seductive skills.

Over the years, she has traveled all over the country and seen many young talents in the world of supernatural beings, but none of them could withstand a single glance from her.

That guy is something else.

The way she looked at me was the same way she looked at a roadside utility pole.

"Interesting." Xia He licked her lips. "My name is Xia He, from the Quanxing faction."

"Oh." Li Ang nodded. "I've heard of it. The Bone Scraper is skilled in using bewitching energy."

"You're quite well-informed."

"I'm always very well-informed."

Xia He narrowed her eyes.

She sensed it.

This Asian youth has no Qi.

Not at all.

He was as clean as an ordinary person.

But can an ordinary person stand in her "soothing array" and drink milk tea?

Not right.

"Who exactly are you?"

"I sell blind boxes." Li Ang pulled out a black metal business card from his pocket and waved it. "Zhutian Gashapon House, a global chain, honest and trustworthy."

Xia He didn't answer.

Another person walked out from behind her.

A fat man.

Round and chubby, with a smiling face.

Wearing an earthy yellow cotton-padded jacket, his flesh jiggled as he walked.

Lei Yanpao, one of the four madmen of Quanxing, is Gao Ning.

"Amitabha." Gao Ning put his hands together, smiling kindly. "Young benefactor, it's been a long time."

He was watching Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan's knees buckled slightly.

The Buddhist aura emanating from Gao Ning was too strange.

Despite being a demon of the Quanxing sect, he exudes an aura of majesty that makes people want to kneel and kowtow.

"Gao Ning," Zhang Chulan forced out the two words through gritted teeth, "Xia He?"

"What kind of organization is Quanxing? What exactly do you want?"

"I don't think I've done anything to you, have I?"

Gao Ning did not answer, but clapped his hands instead.

More than a dozen Quanxing members emerged from the pink mist.

Some were carrying knives, some were carrying sticks, and several others were wrapped in bandages, clearly old acquaintances who had recently been beaten by Zhang Chulan.

Lü Liang was among them.

His face was still swollen from when Zhang Chulan used the Glint-Glint Fruit to blast him, a mixture of blue and purple.

"Zhang Chulan." Lü Liang's voice came from behind the bandages, muffled but venomous, "You kicked me last time, and today you're paying back with interest."

Zhang Chulan didn't look at him, but turned to look at his boss.

"Boss, can I do it?"

Li Ang rolled his eyes at him. "You signed an employment contract, not a contract to sell yourself into servitude."

Zhang Chulan grinned.

He stretched his neck, and his knuckles cracked and popped.

"Then I won't be polite."

Xia He looked at the boy and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Who do you think you are? Taking on a dozen of us by yourself?"

Zhang Chulan didn't reply, but slowly raised his right hand.

He put his five fingers together and pointed to the sky.

Xia He's pupils contracted sharply.

hum!

A ball of light appeared at Zhang Chulan's fingertips.

"The Glitter Fruit".

Zhang Chulan pronounced these four words in the tone of a character from a certain anime.

next moment.

He disappeared.

Ordinary people simply cannot track his movements.

Only a golden ray of light could be seen weaving back and forth through the pink mist.

Each time they traversed the area, a member of the Quanxing sect would be sent flying with a scream.

Before Lü Liang could react, he felt something kick him hard in the stomach.

He bent over like a shrimp and flew backwards, crashing into a tree branch.

"This is the first kick." Zhang Chulan's voice came from all directions, "The interest from last time at the cemetery."

The second member of Quanxing was kicked into a mud pit at the speed of light.

The third light bullet, flicked from a fingertip, pierced through the shoulder.

the fourth.

the fifth.

Ten seconds later.

The pink mist was filled with the wailing members of the Quanxing sect.

Zhang Chulan's figure re-emerged in the same spot, in the classic Superman landing pose.

The golden light dissipated.

He flicked his bangs.

"Who else?!"

Xia He's smile vanished completely.

She finally understood why Lü Liang had run back crying after being beaten to a pulp.

This is not a power that humans should possess.

"Light-based superpowers?" Xia He's voice tightened. "Where did you get them?"

Zhang Chulan raised his index finger to his lips, revealing a wicked smile.

"Trade secrets".

Gao Ning was still smiling.

He even clapped twice.

"Excellent, excellent." Gao Ning nodded. "Young benefactor Zhang Chulan is indeed remarkable."

Zhang Chulan stared warily at the fat man.

He could sense that Xia He was dangerous, but the danger was only on the surface.

Gao Ning is different.

The fat man's danger was hidden beneath his smile.

"Since you have such an opportunity, young benefactor, why not join the Quanxing Sect? You will have everything you could want in terms of wealth and honor."

Gao Ning continued speaking slowly.

"Thank you." Zhang Chulan declined decisively. "I have no interest in joining a cult."

"Cult?"

"In your line of work, murder and arson aren't considered cult activities?"

Gao Ning's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.

"Young benefactor, I do not like to hear what you say."

"That's fine if you don't like it," Li Ang suddenly interjected. "I love seeing people who don't like it but can't do anything about it."

Gao Ning's gaze finally fell on Li Ang.

Upon seeing this, his heart sank.

He couldn't see through this young man.

I can't see through it at all.

Even though he had no Qi on his body, he stood there like an unshakable mountain.

"Who are you, benefactor?"

"They sell gashapon toys."

"This humble monk is asking..."

"I know what you're asking," Li Ang interrupted him. "I said, the gashapon seller, don't you understand?"

Gao Ning's smile finally faded.

"My friend, Buddhism emphasizes cause and effect."

"What a coincidence." Li Ang took a sip of his milk tea. "I also believe in cause and effect here."

"What cause and effect?"

"Cash on delivery, no returns or exchanges."

Gao Ning took a deep breath.

"Amitabha."

His clasped hands posture changed.

The ten fingers are crossed, and the knuckles are white.

"Since you insist on doing so, then this humble monk will escort you two on your way."