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

Zhang Chulan stood at the entrance of an alleyway covered in graffiti, looking up at the dilapidated three-story building in front of him.

The neon sign hung crookedly, spelling out "Paradise on Earth."

The light bulb for the character "世" (world) had burned out, leaving only the three characters "极乐界" (paradise realm) flickering dimly in the night.

There were seven or eight modified motorcycles parked outside the building, and the walls were covered with eerie runes and skull graffiti.

This is one of the strongholds of the Quanxing.

To be precise, it is the core gathering area of ​​the North China region...

An abandoned warehouse that has been converted into a bar.

Zhang Chulan took three deep breaths and touched the black business card in his pocket again and again.

He swore at last, then stepped inside.

Two bald men with tattoos all the way to their necks were sitting at the entrance. One of them was peeling an apple with a switchblade, but he stopped when he saw Zhang Chulan.

"Where did it come from?"

"Just delivering a package." Zhang Chulan spread his hands, a fawning smile on his face. "I need to speak with your Sect Leader Gong about something."

The two bald men looked at each other, and the one peeling the apple stood up.

Ping!

He retracted the switchblade and looked Zhang Chulan up and down.

"I know you, a member of the Zhang family." The bald man smirked. "Master Gong said if you come, just let him in."

Zhang Chulan's heart sank.

Pushing open the rusty iron gate, the scene inside was a stark contrast to its exterior.

The lighting was dim, the air was thick with smoke, and dozens of people were scattered across various worn-out sofas and booths.

Some were playing cards, some were drinking, and a few were practicing their skills in a corner, their palms swirling with various colors of Qi.

Everyone looked up the moment Zhang Chulan entered.

Dozens of eyes fell on him, filled with scrutiny, mockery, and undisguised malice.

Everyone here is a wanted criminal, a rebel, or a complete madman in the world of supernatural beings.

Quanxing has never been a proper sect.

There is only one rule for doing things: do whatever you want.

Zhang Chulan put his hands in his pockets, trying to make his walking posture appear relaxed.

He walked through the crowd toward the innermost VIP area, glancing at the guys winking and making faces at him out of the corner of his eye.

As we approached the entrance to the inner area, a strange fragrance wafted over.

Sweet and warm, it enters the nasal cavity and travels along the nerves straight to the depths of the brain.

Zhang Chulan paused for a moment.

The cells of the Flash Fruit within the body began to activate instinctively, and a faint golden glow appeared beneath the skin.

"Hey, here comes a handsome guy."

The voice came from his right, three o'clock, languid and sweet, with a sticky quality that made one's legs go weak.

Zhang Chulan turned his head to look over.

On the red velvet sofa in the booth, a woman wearing a black tank top was lounging.

Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall, her eyes were upturned at the corners, and she always had a slight smile on her lips.

Her face was so perfectly proportioned it seemed unreal, and her figure teetered perfectly on the edge of sexiness and danger.

Xia He.

One of the Four Madmen, and the most troublesome existence in Quanxing.

Her special ability is "bewitching," which is absolute control over the mental level.

Anyone touched by her magic, even an old monster who has cultivated for decades, will be harmed.

They will also lose all will to fight within three seconds and become her puppet.

"Zhang Chulan." Xia He rested her chin on her hand, her eyes sparkling. "I didn't greet him properly last time, but this time he's come to me on his own."

"The Zhang family and the Quanxing have quite a few grudges between them, aren't you afraid I'll keep you here... so we can catch up?"

The sweet aroma became even stronger.

Xia He's Qi, condensed into a spiritual corrosive wave, was penetrating Zhang Chulan's sensory defenses.

Zhang Chulan stopped in place and closed his eyes.

Two energy systems operate simultaneously within the body.

The primordial Qi surged in the dantian, and the light particles of the flashing fruit accelerated between the cells.

He could feel that spiritual force swirling around outside his head, trying to find a crack to slip in.

"Handsome, look at me."

Xia He's voice changed tone, like poison dipped in honey, each syllable carrying a hook.

She stood up, walked towards Zhang Chulan, and lifted his chin with her slender fingers.

"Stop struggling, just look me in the eyes."

Zhang Chulan opened his eyes, and his pupils had changed color...

Golden, flowing, radiating starlight.

The Glint Fruit grants the ability to travel at the speed of light.

The moment the body loses its physical form, all external mental interference simultaneously breaks down.

Xia He's fingers passed through Zhang Chulan's chin but didn't touch anything.

"you……"

Zhang Chulan's body reformed in the light, his position shifting from in front of Xia He to five meters behind her.

He stretched his neck, a signature smirk on his face.

"Sister Xia He, your magic won't work on me."

"Here's a suggestion for you."

He pulled a black business card from his pocket and twirled it between his fingers.

"Go to my boss and buy a better one; your version is too outdated."

Xia He's eyes shifted from shock to gloom, and the curve of her lips became more dangerous.

"Interesting, immune to bewitching magic..." She took two steps back, forming a hand seal with her fingers. "Shall we try a physical one then?"

"Gao Ning".

As soon as she finished speaking, the air to Zhang Chulan's right suddenly exploded.

Lei Yanpao Gao Ning.

Where the fist strikes, the Qi expands and explodes at the point of contact, with destructive power comparable to a small cannonball.

enough.

Golden light gathered and spun around Zhang Chulan's right leg, accelerating the light particles to their limit, and condensing into a nearly solidified light blade at his ankle.

He met Gao Ning's fist with a raised leg.

Light-speed kick.

A golden arc streaked across the air, leaving an afterimage on everyone's retinas.

The instep struck Gao Ning's abdomen precisely, and light-speed kinetic energy exploded at the point of contact.

Gao Ning bent over like a shrimp, and then flew backward at an extremely exaggerated speed.

boom!

The first wall.

boom!

The second wall.

boom!

The third wall.

Gao Ning's body passed through three brick walls and finally embedded itself in the fourth wall.

Only its two feet were sticking out, and it was still twitching.

Everyone in the bar froze in their tracks.

Those playing cards forgot to play their cards, those drinking forgot to swallow, and those practicing martial arts dissipated their qi.

Zhang Chulan pulled his leg back, dusted off the dust on his trouser leg, and gestured with his chin toward the depths of the bar.

"Where is Gong Qing? I need to speak with him about something important."

No one answered.

Everyone stared at him, at the three large, human-shaped holes, and at the gaping holes in the wall where broken bricks were still falling.

Xia He stood still, a serious look finally appearing in her beautiful eyes.

She put away all her previous flippancy and jest.

"You've become stronger."

She said something softly, then turned her head and called out towards the deepest part of the bar.

"Master Gong, we have distinguished guests."

The iron gate at the deepest part of the bar was pushed open from the inside.

Gong Qing wore frameless glasses and an ill-fitting gray cardigan, making him look more like a graduate student than the acting leader of a cult.

"Zhang Chulan".

Gong Qing's voice was calm, carrying a gentle quality unique to scholars.

"You already showed off once at the World Society, are you here to show off again?"