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

"They're all auxiliary items." Feng Shayan threw two gashapon shells into the trash can. "Dad, could it be that I just wasn't lucky?"

"The drop rate for regular gashapon toys is already low."

Li Ang was eating sunflower seeds on the side.

"A base of 500,000 is large enough; the golden legend will come sooner or later."

"The question is, when will you come?"

Feng Zhenghao didn't respond and continued dismantling.

When he reached the sixty-seventh one, he stopped moving.

This gashapon is significantly heavier than the others, and its shell has a faint silver-gray metallic sheen.

Feng Zhenghao twisted it open.

Inside was a bronze mirror, about the size of a palm, but its surface reflected nothing but a pitch-black abyss.

"A demon-revealing mirror." Li Ang leaned over for a glance, his hand that was cracking sunflower seeds stopped. "It can reveal all hidden creatures and energy entities within a ten-meter radius."

"Including spirits?" Feng Zhenghao's tone wavered for the first time.

"It can detect all forms of Qi, including spirits, illusions, invisibility, and lurking states."

Feng Zhenghao held the bronze mirror and turned it over.

The back of the mirror is engraved with three small seal script characters: Mingxin Jian.

He put the bronze mirror into his inner pocket.

All one hundred were dismantled.

Apart from the Demon-Revealing Mirror, the other ninety-nine items are all low- to mid-level auxiliary items.

There are no weapons, no transformation devices, and no Devil Fruits.

If someone had spent ten million on a bunch of gauze and insoles, they would have already flipped the table in anger.

But Feng Zhenghao sorted all the props into categories and put them into the storage box provided by Li Ang, without showing any anger on his face.

"In my opinion, these things are not worth ten million."

Feng Zhenghao patted the storage box.

"But if you put them on the black market in the world of supernatural beings, each one can sell for ten or even a hundred times the price."

"Because no one else can make it."

"President Feng, you've broadened your horizons."

Li Ang picked up the new milk tea and gave him a thumbs up.

"Keep going," Feng Zhenghao said. "Today I plan to do 10,000 rounds."

Zhang Chulan's hands were so warm from rubbing them together.

Feng Shayan had already kicked off her high heels and was standing barefoot on the wooden floor disassembling gashapon toys.

"Let's begin then."

Feng Zhenghao pressed the button.

The Supreme Gashapon Machine roared to life once again.

But this time, the roar only lasted for two seconds.

hum!

A strange tremor came from above.

Zhang Chulan's smile froze on his face.

Click!

The ceiling of the gashapon shop is cracking.

The red and black cracks spread silently across the ceiling, their edges curling up like charred paper.

Something was watching them from the depths of the crevice.

That gaze had no physical form, no color, but everyone present could "feel" it.

It was a kind of voyeurism that transcended dimensions.

From Apokolips.

Darkseid.

"Hmm!"

Feng Shayan felt as if a mountain was pressing down on her, and then her knees slammed into the floor.

Feng Zhenghao fared slightly better, but he only lasted a second.

His right knee was on the ground, and his left hand was braced against the edge of the counter, his knuckles cracking.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He's been in business for thirty years, climbing his way up from the lowest rungs of the underworld to become the richest man in the country. He's seen it all.

But he had never experienced this level of fear before.

"President Feng!" Zhang Chulan reacted the fastest.

He formed a hand seal, and the primordial energy and the light energy of the Glitter Fruit surged out simultaneously, creating a golden light domain that expanded into a spherical barrier with a radius of three meters around him.

Golden Light Mantra.

This is the strongest defense he can currently offer.

However, the spherical light field trembled violently under that heavy red and black pressure, and cracks kept appearing on its surface.

Zhang Chulan's legs were bent to their limit, with his knees less than three centimeters off the ground.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the floor with a pattering sound.

"Boss..." Zhang Chulan squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

He turned to look at Li Ang.

Li Ang was standing behind the counter.

His hair wasn't blown, his collar wasn't pulled open, and the milk tea cup in his hand didn't even shake.

The overwhelming pressure that had crushed Feng Zhenghao, Feng Shayan, and Zhang Chulan didn't even cause a ripple on his body.

Darkseid.

Li Ang took a sip of milk tea, speaking as if he were reading a note from a takeout order.

"Gashapon merchant." A voice came from the crack.

Darkseid's consciousness projection condensed deep within the rift, flowing red light like lava.

I've found you.

The pressure suddenly doubled.

Feng Shayan was pressed down onto the floor, her face pressed against the wood grain, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Feng Zhenghao's left hand slipped off the edge of the counter, and he fell to his knees.

The cracks on the surface of Zhang Chulan's Golden Light Mantra had expanded to two-thirds.

The golden light emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass, peeling off piece by piece.

Darkseid's voice was cold and arrogant, "Hand over your gashapon machine, and I'll spare your life."

"Hand it over?" Li Ang pulled the straw out of his mouth. "Which one are you talking about? I have several models here."

The red light in the crack suddenly surged.

The projection of consciousness coalesced into a blurry outline of a face...

With bold brow bones and deep-set eyes, the afterglow of Omega energy burned within them.

"You're making fun of me."

"No," Li Ang tilted his head. "I'm really asking which one you want."

"Regular gashapon machine, premium gashapon machine, or VIP gashapon machine?"

"The prices are different."

Darkseid was silent for a moment, then the pressure from the higher dimensions tripled again.

The wood grain on the floor began to warp.

The shelves on the wall shook violently, and several rubber ducks fell to the ground and bounced away.

The casing of the Supreme Gashapon Machine emitted a screeching metallic sound.

Zhang Chulan's Golden Light Spell shattered.

The moment the light domain collapsed, he was slammed face down onto the floor.

The primordial Qi flowed backward in the meridians, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

That's enough.

Li Ang threw the empty milk tea cup into the trash can.

The paper cup traced an arc in the air and landed precisely inside.

Then he raised his right hand and simply waved it at the red and black crack in the ceiling.

It's like shooing away a fly.

boom!

Everyone simultaneously felt an indescribable shock.

The Darkseid consciousness projection that had been condensing within the red and black crack shattered like a dusty mirror being smashed by a punch the instant Li Ang waved his hand.

Crushed.

Utterly shattered.

The red and black energy residue evaporated in less than half a second as it drifted in the air, and the edges of the crack rapidly contracted and closed.

The ceiling was restored to its original state.

The only remaining trace in the shop was a thin layer of frost on the floor.

The pressure is gone.

Feng Shayan gasped for breath and lay on the ground for a long time before finally turning over.

Her business suit was all crumpled up, and her high heels had somehow disappeared.

Feng Zhenghao stood up, supporting himself on the counter. His suit jacket was covered in sweat, and his hands were still trembling.

Zhang Chulan rolled over and lay on his back on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

He hastily wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

The three people looked at Li Ang.

"What kind of monster is this?"