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

At 3:00 AM the day after tomorrow.

In the underground parking lot of the Quanxing stronghold, ninety-six Quanxing disciples stood in a line.

They were supposed to be lined up, but they were all crooked and disorganized, and no one was standing properly.

Some people had cigarettes in their mouths, some were yawning, and there were even two people smoking in the corner.

Gong Qing glanced at it, too lazy to care.

Quanxing is not an army, nor does he intend to train them into one.

The fighting power of this group does not come from discipline, but from greed and the will to survive.

If the profit is big enough, everyone will work hard.

"Have you got your business cards yet?" Xia He stood at the front of the line, her white fox tail swaying behind her. "Raise your hand if you haven't, or don't blame me if you get lost over there."

No one raised their hands.

Gong Qing glanced at the time, then held the black business card up in front of him and infused it with his mental energy.

A blue portal unfolded in the center of the parking lot.

On the other side of the door was the edge of a forest shrouded in the morning mist.

The enormous ancient tree blocked out the sun, and the light filtering through its canopy had a warm, golden hue.

The air was filled with the scent of grass and earth.

Gong Qing was the first to step in.

The moment his feet touched the soft grass, the cell phone signal bar in his sweater pocket changed to "No Service".

Behind him, ninety-five figures filed out.

After the portal closed, nearly a hundred humans dressed in modern clothing suddenly appeared at the edge of the forest.

Some wore leather jackets, some wore sportswear, and Gao Ning even wore a metal band T-shirt with a skull printed on it.

"Is this another world?" Someone looked around, their voice filled with barely concealed excitement. "Why is the air so fresh? It's like having an air purifier on."

"Enough with the nonsense." Gong Qing was already observing the surrounding terrain.

The coordinates Li Ang provided were very accurate. This was the eastern edge of the demon race's territory, about twenty kilometers from the nearest demon stronghold.

He pulled a folded map out of his pocket...

The information was provided by Li Ang before the departure, and it marked the known locations of the demon camps and their approximate troop distribution.

"Proceed according to the pre-assigned groups." Gong Qing began assigning tasks. "The reconnaissance group consists of twelve people. They will scout ahead first to confirm the location of the camp and the number of guards."

"The main attack team consists of thirty people. Follow me."

"The target is this low-level demon camp marked on the map."

"Xia He led a support team of twenty people, waiting one kilometer behind the main attack team."

"Gao Ning led a 15-man assault team to break through the defenses from the front."

"The rest of you stay near the teleportation point and keep an eye on the escape route."

After the assignments were completed, the groups dispersed.

Gong Qing led the main attack team westward along the forest path.

The forest was unusually quiet, with the occasional bird call coming from the treetops, but there was almost no sign of animal activity on the ground.

"Master Gong, those footprints up ahead don't look right."

A member of the reconnaissance team reported via walkie-talkie,

"The footprints were large, not human, and there were burn marks on the ground."

Evidence of the demon race's activities.

Gong Qing quickened his pace.

Forty minutes later, the reconnaissance team sent back complete intelligence.

"The camp has been confirmed to be located in a low-lying area of ​​a valley."

"There are about thirty to forty demons, mostly low-level individuals, but there is a mid-level demon in command."

"There's a magical barrier around the camp, semi-transparent, like some kind of alarm enclosure."

"They are gathering, and judging by their direction... they are probably preparing to attack the human village to the south."

Gong Qing crouched behind a large tree, observing the campsite in the valley through binoculars.

The demons looked more like humans than he had imagined.

Most of them have normal facial features and limbs, but their skin is grayish or purplish, and they have horn-like protrusions of varying sizes on their heads or shoulders.

In the center of the camp, there was a being two heads taller than the others, with deep purple horns and a faint glow flowing across its surface.

Intermediate-level demon.

"That big guy's horns..." Gong Qing put down his binoculars, "...are valuable."

"But don't rush," he said in a low voice. "They're preparing to move out. Let's wait until they split up before we attack."

However, plans can never keep up with changes.

Another message came from the reconnaissance team: "Master Gong, a human village has been discovered to the south, with about two hundred people. If the demons really attack..."

Gong Qing remained silent for a moment.

A young member of the Quanxing group nearby muttered quietly, "Whatever, what does it have to do with us?"

Gong Qing ignored him; he was doing his accounts.

If you send the demons to massacre the village, they will be more effective in battle when they return exhausted.

This is the most rational choice.

But Li Ang once said something...

Leave some seeds, so we can harvest them again next time.

Human villages are the seeds of this world.

If the demons wipe out a village today, this area will lose a stronghold that can provide intelligence and supplies tomorrow.

The Quanxing sect will continue to operate here for a long time; we cannot kill the goose that lays the golden eggs.

Moreover... Gong Qing's lips curled up slightly.

If they save the village, the villagers will owe them a favor.

People who owe you favors are the best to take advantage of.

"Let's change the plan." Gong Qing pressed the button on the walkie-talkie. "Gao Ning, take the assault team and circle around to the north side of the camp."

"When the demons move south, you take down their lair from behind."

"The main attack team, come with me to the south to intercept them before they reach the village."

"The target remains the same... that mid-level demon's horn."

Gao Ning's excited voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Roger that! Boss Gong, I can't wait!"

Gong Qing turned off the walkie-talkie, stood up, and patted the bits of grass off his pants.

"Walk."

The first official battle of the ninety-six members of Quanxing in another world has begun.

On the official road on the south side of the valley, more than thirty demons with grayish-purple skin were moving quickly.

They lined up in a loose queue, their movements coordinated, without exchanging a word.

The leading mid-level demon walked at the front, its deep purple horns gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Gong Qing led the main attack team to ambush in the woods on both sides of the official road, less than fifty meters away from the demon army.

Nearly.

The leading mid-level demon suddenly stopped.

"Come out, I can smell you."

Gong Qing's brow twitched. What were they saying in the other person's chatter?

Discovered?

He didn't choose to stay hidden any longer; now that he'd been exposed, he decided to try a different approach.

Gong Qing emerged from behind the tree, his hands in his sweater pockets, looking relaxed.

The mid-level demon looked at him, a warm smile appearing on his face...

The curve and warmth of that smile, even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, were perfectly captured.

Any normal human being would instinctively lower their guard upon seeing this face.

"A traveler?"

The mid-level demon's voice was gentle and filled with concern.

"Are you lost? This area is dangerous. I can take you to a safe place."