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

Feng Zhenghao turned to look at Li Ang, his eyes completely changed.

If his attitude towards Li Ang was previously that of a "partner," then at this moment, there was something deeper in his eyes...

Gratitude, and reverence.

"Boss Li, I'll remember this favor." Feng Zhenghao said solemnly.

"No, your five billion is the real deal."

Li Ang waved his hand.

"Too many people owe me favors; you're not even in the running."

"Boss, my commission..." Zhang Chulan raised his hand from the side.

"We'll settle this when we get back," Li Ang said, rolling his eyes at him.

"Yes." Zhang Chulan withdrew his hand.

Feng Zhenghao collected all the remaining props and put them into two storage boxes.

He drew another 300 regular gacha pulls, getting a large number of low- to mid-tier auxiliary equipment and a few items with some combat power, but none of them were as valuable as the Ice-Ice Fruit.

He decided to quit while he was ahead.

"That's it for the first batch of quotas today." Feng Zhenghao fastened the lock on the storage box. "I'll arrange for the Tianxia Society members to draw the rest in batches."

"No problem." Li Ang handed him the portable gashapon machine. "The card swipe link is already linked to you. If you want to draw gashapon capsules, you can use this portable gashapon machine."

Feng Zhenghao took the gashapon machine and turned to walk towards the portal.

Feng Shayan followed behind, glancing at Zhang Chulan before leaving.

"Does she still remember that slap I gave her?"

Zhang Chulan subconsciously touched his face and whispered to Li Ang.

What do you think?

"I think I should check the rearview mirror more often when I go out in the future."

The portal is flashing.

The two figures disappeared.

Li Ang sat back down at the counter and opened the system panel.

A new message appeared in the gold text.

[Residual energy fragments detected. The fragments have been automatically recovered by the system, with a value of 420 million points.]

[Anomaly detected: The fragment contains a reversed target coordinate label.]

Darkseid has locked the current dimensional frequency through fragment feedback.

[Risk Level: Medium to High. It is recommended that the host strengthen store protection or take proactive measures to eliminate the threat.]

Li Ang swiped the panel away and leaned back in his chair.

Darkseid's consciousness projection shattered, but the signals brought back by the fragments will not disappear.

This cosmic beast has been enraged and has caught the scent of blood.

"No rush," Li Ang muttered to himself, picking up his milk tea.

"Let the bullets fly for a while."

……

Headquarters of the World Society.

Feng Zhenghao's office is on the 38th floor, with a floor-to-ceiling window facing the city skyline.

He changed into a clean Zhongshan suit and sat on a mahogany chair.

On the table in front of him were the demon-revealing mirror, the book of light-body skills, and three portable gashapon machines.

The power of the Ice-Ice Fruit flowed through his body like a cool, dark river.

With each breath, he could feel the water molecules in the air gently drawing closer to him.

"Mr. Feng," came the secretary's voice from outside the door, "Mr. Zhang Chulan has been arranged to stay in the VIP lounge."

"Let him rest first."

Feng Zhenghao looked at a document in his hand, which was a list of gashapon products and a combat power assessment report compiled overnight by the intelligence department of the Tianxia Society.

Feng Shayan sat on the sofa, examining her left cheek in front of a small mirror.

The handprint had long since faded, but every time she thought about being slapped in the face by a poor college student, her temples throbbed.

"Dad, can that Zhang Chulan be trusted?"

"It doesn't matter if he's unreliable." Feng Zhenghao turned a page of the document. "He's just a bridge. The real important person is Li Ang."

"That young man is no ordinary person."

"It's more than just not simple." Feng Zhenghao closed the file and looked out the window. "A being of cosmic level couldn't even last three seconds against him."

"What he said sounded like a joke, but every word he said was the truth."

"From a business perspective, the products he provides are irreplaceable, cannot be imitated, and the supply is entirely controlled by him."

"This level of monopoly is a textbook example in any business model."

Feng Shayan nodded.

Although she is young, she has a good business sense, having been influenced by her father since childhood.

"So what's our strategy?"

"No confrontation, no probing, no scheming." Feng Zhenghao's voice was calm. "When you spend money to buy something, be a good customer."

"This is the only business deal in the Feng family in the last thirty years where they did not take the initiative."

He had barely finished speaking when the office door was kicked open from the outside.

boom!

The door slammed against the wall and bounced, the hinges making a grating metallic scraping sound.

Feng Shayan sprang up from the sofa, her right hand instinctively filling with Qi.

There were seven people standing at the door.

The leader was a gaunt old man in a gray robe, with a withered face and a goatee hanging down his chin.

He was leaning on a black cane, the top of which was carved with a snake's head with its mouth open.

Behind the old man stood a young man in his early twenties, dressed in fine clothes, his face radiating an air of arrogance.

Behind the young man were five burly men dressed in black, their bodies radiating a strong, chilling aura.

Feng Zhenghao's gaze fell on the gaunt old man, his pupils contracting slightly.

"Wang Ai".

One of the Ten Elders.

A master-level successor of the art of summoning and controlling spirits, an old monster who controls a large number of powerful spirits.

Their influence in the world of supernatural beings is equivalent to that of one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council.

"Feng Zhenghao".

Wang Ai walked into the office with a cane, her gaze sweeping over the floor-to-ceiling windows and mahogany furniture, a hint of disdain tugging at the corner of her mouth.

"The renovation is nice; it's even more impressive than when I came last time."

The young man behind him followed him in, his shoes scraping loudly on the marble floor.

"Uncle Feng, it's been a long time."

The young man's tone was even more arrogant than Wang Ai's; he cupped his hands in greeting, showing not a shred of respect.

Wang Bing.

Wang Ai's grandson and one of the heirs of the Ten Elders family.

Rumor has it that this person is cruel and takes pleasure in tormenting spirits.

He has a terrible reputation among the younger generation of people with supernatural abilities, but because he is associated with the Ten Elders family, no one dares to mess with him.

"Mr. Wang," Feng Zhenghao said without standing up or even putting down his teacup, "could you have someone call ahead next time you come?"

"My security supervisor just renewed his contract this year, and he has to deduct his performance bonus every time a door is repaired."

Wang Ai's goatee twitched slightly, as if he hadn't heard those words.

He walked to the desk and tapped the ground three times with his cane.

Knock knock knock.

After three calls, he spoke.

"Zhang Chulan is with you."

Feng Zhenghao did not move his hand holding the teacup.

"You're very well-informed, Mr. Wang."

"I've been in the world of supernatural beings for over sixty years. I know what I should and shouldn't know."

Wang Ai narrowed her eyes, her murky pupils concealing a calculating intent.

"Zhang Zhiwei's grandson, the successor of the Qi Body Source Stream, this person should not stay in the World Society."