If I let you open a toy store, would you mass-produce Emperor Armor?

Two o'clock in the morning.

A sudden gust of wind swept across the old street.

Seven heavy transport planes bearing the insignia of the defense forces hovered low in the air, their massive propellers whipping up gusts of air that sent dust and stones flying across the already dilapidated old street.

Hundreds of fully armed elite guards descended like divine soldiers, quickly spreading out along the streets and alleys to set up the highest level of security.

Within just two minutes, the entire old street was completely blocked off, not even a fly could get a foot in.

Wearing a dark gray garrison commander's coat, Lei Lie strode aggressively toward the end of the old street.

Li Daoyuan and Lin Wan'er followed closely behind, both looking increasingly nervous.

However, when Lei Lie rushed to the entrance of the light shop, where even half of the signboard had fallen off, he found that the dilapidated roller shutter door, covered in rust, was tightly closed.

In the very center of the roller shutter door, there was a strip of paper torn from a student's workbook, with a line of words written crookedly on it.

The boss is asleep. Anyone who tries to knock on the door will face the consequences!

Upon seeing this extremely arrogant note, Lei Lie, as Jiangcheng's top combat force, instantly unleashed his volatile temper, which he usually displayed by charging recklessly within the defense force.

"Sleeping? Jiang Cheng was almost torn apart by trolls, and he still has the mind to sleep?!"

Lei Lie roared, and the pressure of a fourth-level spiritual warrior suddenly erupted. His right hand, with its bulging veins, instantly gathered dazzling spiritual energy.

He raised his fist, ready to smash open the broken door with enough force to collapse a building.

However, before the fist could even land, the two men behind him went berserk.

"Governor! This is unacceptable!!!"

Li Daoyuan, a dignified third-tier peak expert and the president of the Jiangcheng Spiritual Martial Arts Association branch, completely disregarded his reputation and demeanor at this moment. He let out a pig-like scream and pounced on Lei Lie, clinging tightly to his leg.

"General Lei! Calm down! You must calm down!" Li Daoyuan's face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his voice was almost splitting.

Lin Wan'er moved even faster.

She slid forward and blocked the front of the roller shutter door, completely abandoning her aloof and iron-blooded Valkyrie persona. Her hands tightly gripped the pocket on the chest of her tactical vest containing the Xing Tian summoner, and her eyes were fixed sharply on Lei Lie.

"Lord Lei!" Lin Wan'er's tone left no room for negotiation. "If you smash down this door today, do you want Jiangcheng to disappear from the map?!"

Are you kidding me!

That young man drinking goji berry tea on the recliner could crush even a peak third-tier troll into dust with his mental energy!

If you anger him, even these seven transport planes of the defense force won't be enough for him to cut down!

What if Boss Song gets angry and refuses to sell her new equipment in the future?

Lei Lie glanced at Li Laogui, who was clinging tightly to his leg, and then at Lin Wan'er, who was blocking the doorway. His raised fist remained suspended in mid-air.

He glanced at the broken iron gate, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

If even these two eyewitnesses were this terrified, how terrifying must the person inside be?

A chill ran up my spine.

"Okay... I won't knock."

The dignified fourth-tier big shot, the number one leader of the Jiangcheng Defense Force, finally took a deep breath and dissipated the spiritual energy in his hands.

The hundreds of elite soldiers lined up behind them, armed with guns, were completely dumbfounded.

The town garrison commander Lei Lie, who was like a war god in their eyes and had an extremely fiery temper... actually didn't dare to knock on the door of a dilapidated toy store?

And he was even reprimanded by two subordinates?

And they really backed down?!

If this gets out, no one will believe it!

Throughout the latter half of the night, a cold night wind howled through the old street.

Lei Lie, along with a group of Jiangcheng's top officials and over a hundred elite soldiers, sat quietly in a row on the curb outside the roller shutter, enduring the cold wind and waiting in vain.

On the second floor of the toy store, Song Yang listened to the frantic notifications coming from the system in his mind.

[Ding! Lei Lie's frustration and apprehension detected! Emotional value +6000!]

[Ding! Detected a collective collapse of the defense force's values! Emotional value +4000!]

[Ding! Detected Li Daoyuan's extreme lingering fear...]

A satisfied smile appeared on Song Yang's lips. He pulled the blanket over himself, turned over, and slept soundly.

early morning.

Lei Lie, wearing a dark gray garrison commander's coat, squatted on the curb, rubbing his rough hands together.

A fourth-tier spiritual warrior is no longer afraid of the cold, but as he squatted here, his heart felt ice-cold.

Behind him, hundreds of elite defense troops stood guard all night, armed with psionic weapons.

Li Daoyuan leaned against a lamppost and secretly rubbed his stiff knees.

Lin Wan'er stood guard beside the roller shutter door, her right hand always on her tactical pocket, where the Xing Tian summoner was stored, and she never let go of it for a second.

The whole street was so quiet you could hear the leaves falling to the ground.

Splash!

Just then, a piercing metallic scraping sound broke the deathly silence as the toy store's roller shutter door was pushed up from the inside.

Hundreds of eyes stared intently into the dark doorway.

Song Yang was wearing a faded casual jacket and flip-flops. He held an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it in his left hand and covered his mouth with his right hand, letting out a long yawn.

He stepped out of the store and glanced around.

Then they saw a dark mass of troops, their psionic weapons flashing red, and three Jiangcheng tycoons with bloodshot eyes were waiting.

"Wow, what a show of force."

Song Yang blew on the goji berries in his teacup and slowly took a sip.

"The defense forces are pretty strict these days, aren't they? Getting up this early to line up for toys?"

The teasing voices echoed through the empty old street.

Lei Lie suddenly stood up; after squatting all night, his burly body swayed slightly.

A fourth-rank garrison commander has never suffered such humiliation in his life!

He opened his mouth, ready to adopt the air of a high-ranking guard and say a few tough words.

Li Daoyuan reacted with lightning speed, grabbing the hem of Lei Lie's coat and frantically signaling to him. Lin Wan'er stepped forward, blocking Lei Lie and Song Yang.

joke!

Jiangcheng can give anyone a hard time, but he can't do that to this young man!

Last night's red light instantly burned even a peak third-tier troll to ashes. This image flashed through Lei Lie's mind, and his anger was stuck in his throat.

He forced a stiff smile.

"Boss Song." Lei Lie strode forward, his hands hanging at his sides. "Let me introduce myself, Lei Lie, the garrison commander of Jiangcheng Town in the Defense Army."

Song Yang, carrying his teacup, turned and walked into the shop. "It's windy outside, let's talk inside."

Lei Lie took a deep breath and stepped into the cramped toy store.

The dim light bulb flickered, a row of plastic Ultraman figures hung on the wall, and several dusty Transformers were piled under the shelf. By all accounts, it looked like a street stall on the verge of closing down.

Lei Lie's gaze swept over every corner of the store.

There was no psionic array, no high-level materials, and the detector didn't go off.

He turned his gaze away and looked at Song Yang, who was sitting in the rattan chair behind the cashier.

"Boss Song, let's not beat around the bush." ​​Lei Lie placed his hands on the counter, leaned forward, and spoke with a hint of urgency.

"We, the defense force, want that Xingtian armor you sold to Team Leader Lin!"

As he spoke, Lei Lie held up one finger.

"One hundred sets, please! The price is negotiable, ninety-eight thousand per set, right? I'll round it up for you, ten million, cash on delivery!"

One hundred sets?!

Li Daoyuan and Lin Wan'er, who were standing behind, exchanged a glance and gasped at the same time.

With a hundred combatants capable of taking on peak Tier 3 magical beasts single-handedly, Jiangcheng could not only defend itself, but could even launch a counterattack directly against the Abyss Rift!

Song Yang leaned back in the rattan chair and immediately smiled.

"General Lei, are you buying a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe)? Adding an egg to make it a round number?"

"Not for sale!"