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

There was a half-minute silence on the other end of the phone.

Then he let out a powerful roar.

"Xu San! Are you fucking brain-dead?!"

Old Liao's voice almost broke the phone's speaker.

"A billion? You're telling me a billion?"

"Do you think Namco is a money-printing factory? What's my total annual budget? Do you think I'm worth a billion?"

"Old Liao, listen to me..."

"Shut up! I'm asking you, isn't that shop in Southeast Asia?"

"Are they selling dzi beads or meteorites? And is there a young, pretty woman serving you tea and water?"

Xu San held the phone two inches away, waiting for the other person to finish cursing before bringing it back to his ear.

"Old Liao, I'll show you the video now."

"I watched the video! A bunch of brightly colored machines, a young, handsome boss—tell me, what kind of legitimate business is this?"

"A legitimate business." Xu San's tone had never been so serious. "This is a business that could change the entire landscape of the supernatural world."

Old Liao remained silent on the other end of the phone.

"Xiao Xu," he changed his address, his tone turning cold, "you've been in this industry for twelve years and have never let me down."

"So I'm giving you a chance now."

"Tell me in three sentences why I would spend a billion dollars to buy a bunch of toys."

Xu San took a deep breath and glanced at Zhang Chulan.

"First, Zhang Chulan's light-based superpower comes from this; he can now directly transform into light!"

"Secondly, I spent 100,000 to buy a pair of glasses that can see through all disguises, including Qi flow and invisibility!"

"third……"

Xu San looked at Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao was squatting in front of the gashapon machine, poking the coin slot with her finger.

"Third?" Old Liao urged.

"Thirdly, I haven't figured it out yet. I'll let you know when I do."

Xu San pressed the speakerphone button and turned to look at Li Ang.

"Boss, could this young lady have a try too?"

"I'll pay." Xu Si stepped forward, took out his phone from his pocket, and said, "100,000 yuan, transfer it to my account."

Li Ang raised an eyebrow. "You two seem to be getting along well?"

"Are you going to buy it for me?"

Feng Baobao stood up and tilted her head to look at Xu Si.

"right."

"Xu Si, you are a good person."

"Thanks."

Li Ang took the money, and the gashapon machine lit up with colorful lights.

Feng Baobao reached out to twist it.

Click.

The gashapon capsule rolled out.

Golden.

The lights in the entire gashapon shop dimmed for a moment, and then a dazzling golden beam of light shot out from the surface of the gashapon.

Xu Si opened his mouth.

Xu San nearly dropped his phone.

Zhang Chulan covered his eyes with his hand, and golden light shone through his fingers.

Li Ang dropped his milk tea straw.

"A golden legend." Li Ang picked up the straw and put it back in the cup. "The probability of getting gold from a regular gashapon is less than one in ten thousand."

He looked at Feng Baobao with an interest in what he saw as a rare species.

"Your luck is simply outrageous."

Feng Baobao twisted open the golden gashapon capsule with a blank expression.

Inside was a yellowed piece of paper with a drawing of a bald man holding a tattered katana, and a few lines of small writing next to it.

Li Ang leaned over to take a look, then smiled.

"The template for Kenpachi Zaraki's endless fighting instinct in the world of Bleach."

"Effect: The more you fight, the stronger you become; the more you are injured, the greater your strength becomes; your combat instincts are amplified infinitely, and it is completely compatible with the user's original combat system."

Feng Baobao looked at the bald man on the paper and said, "He's so ugly."

"He's the captain of the Gotei 13, after all," Leon said helplessly, spreading his hands. "Do you want to use him?"

"How do I use it?"

"Put it on your forehead."

Feng Bao slapped the piece of paper on his forehead.

Golden light entered her body.

The changes came very quickly.

Feng Baobao's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and her Qi began to vibrate at a strange frequency.

That wasn't a peaceful fluctuation; it was fighting spirit.

A pure, deep-seated thirst for battle.

"I want to hit someone." Feng Baobao looked at Li Ang.

"Don't hit me, go hit the targets at the test range."

Li Ang took two steps back and pointed to the entrance to the basement.

"There's a reinforced space over there; you can do whatever you want with it."

Feng Baobao carried the kitchen knife and walked downstairs.

The crowd followed behind.

The walls of the testing ground were covered with runes, the floor was made of some kind of dark gray unknown metal, and a row of humanoid targets stood in the center.

Feng Baobao walked to the front of the target, about ten meters away.

She raised the kitchen knife.

There is no starting stance, no charging up, and no fancy pre-attack animation.

It's just an ordinary cut.

boom!

But the moment the knife fell, everyone's hair was whipped up by the shockwave.

The target is gone.

The wall behind the target is gone.

The reinforcement layer behind the wall is also gone.

A 30-meter-long, half-meter-deep vacuum trench stretched from Feng Baobao's feet all the way to the end of the test field, its surface so smooth that it reflected a person's image.

Xu Si's jaw fell off.

Literally, it means that one's mouth can be opened wide enough to fit an egg.

Xu San's hand holding the phone was trembling.

"Old Liao." His voice held a strange calmness. "Are you still listening?"

I could hear Lao Liao's heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.

"I heard you."

"That sound..."

"What could make that sound?"

Xu San pointed his phone camera at the ditch, "and just swung the cleaver once."

Old Liao remained silent for a long time.

"One billion?"

"One billion."

"I..." Old Liao took a deep breath, "I'll go find the higher-ups."

"You fucking wait, don't you dare leave that store!"

The phone hangs up.

Xu Si snapped out of his daze and slowly turned to look at Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan's expression was also quite interesting.

So, the Devil Fruit he obtained by selling himself to the shopkeeper was just something the shopkeeper could casually pick out?

"Sister Bao'er," Zhang Chulan's throat was a little dry, "Could you... could you cut me again?"

Feng Baobao looked at the kitchen knife in her hand and nodded.

"I feel like I can push myself even harder."

Everyone in the test field took three steps back at the same time.

Li Ang stood at the top of the stairs, holding a cup of milk tea, his face showing the kind of joyful expression one would have when seeing a money tree.

"Boss" Zhang Chulan leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Sister Bao'er, will this template have any side effects?"

"Side effects?" Li Ang thought for a moment, "Probably that I'll become more eager to fight."

"She really wanted to fight."

"That means you want to fight even more."

Zhang Chulan's expression became very subtle.

Feng Baobao has already started the second cut.

This cut was heavier than the last one.

The entire test track floor was shaking.

The ravine extends forty meters.

"I can push even harder."

Feng Baobao turned to look at the crowd, her eyes gleaming with a peculiar light.

That was excitement.

Pure, warrior-like excitement.

Kenpachi Zaraki's instinctual template and the pure, unadulterated Qi within her body produced a strange chemical reaction.

She became happier and happier as she played.

The happier you are, the stronger you become.

"Alright!" Li Ang quickly called out, "When you have the chance, find a suitable opponent to fight."

Feng Baobao sheathed her knife and looked at him expressionlessly.

"I want to make two more cuts."

"No!"

"One cut."

"No!"

"Half a cut".

"How do you cut a kitchen knife in half?"

Feng Baobao thought for a moment and then put the kitchen knife away.

"Then I'll come again next time."

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Xu San's phone rang again.

Old Liao's voice came from the other end, trembling with suppressed emotion.

"The funding has been approved."

"Not one billion, but three billion."

"The higher-ups said we must secure this channel at all costs!"