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

The red armor transformed into particles of light and shadow, completely dissipating.

The weight on his left wrist suddenly decreased, and the armor summoner reverted to its cheap red plastic shell, with rough, frayed edges.

[Ding! The host's first summoning consumed a large amount of stamina, and the fusion state has been automatically terminated.]

A system notification sounded.

Song Yang staggered half a step and reached out to steady himself on the remaining half of the brick wall beside him.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, soaking his faded casual jacket.

The armor consumes the summoner's stamina, and Song Yang's current physique is not particularly strong.

The price for instantly killing a Tier 1 Abyss Beast is that my legs are now a little weak.

But it was worth it.

[Current total sentiment score: 55200.]

Looking at the huge sum of money on the panel, Song Yang's lips curled up.

Zhou Lei led his special forces soldiers off the off-road vehicle, carrying psionic weapons, but for a moment they couldn't find a target to aim at, and they were somewhat at a loss.

The battle was long over; only a charred crack, more than ten meters long, remained in the middle of the street.

At this moment, Lin Wan'er moved.

With a sudden burst of strength, her black combat boots pounded on the cracked asphalt, and she covered the twenty-meter distance in just a few strides.

Lin Wan'er rushed to Song Yang, grabbed his collar with her left hand, and lifted him up.

The inertia caused Song Yang to crash into the half-brick wall behind him with a dull thud.

The strength of a mid-stage second-tier spiritual warrior was immense, and Song Yang was immediately lifted off the ground.

"What high-level spiritual weapon did you use just now?" Lin Wan'er stared into Song Yang's eyes, her voice low and her speech rapid.

Lin Wan'er's gaze, however, moved downwards uncontrollably, staring intently at the cheap plastic shell in Song Yang's hand.

so similar!

From the appearance and transformation sound effects to even the weapon summoning light effects, they are exactly the same!

The life-size replica of her rare figurines in her basement looked ridiculously crude compared to this real, tangible version.

Song Yang raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

His gaze swept over the short-haired, tall special operations team leader opposite him, and he noticed that the other man's eyes were complex, filled with both defensiveness and shock, as well as a hint of barely suppressed fanaticism.

"Team Leader Lin, your action could easily cause misunderstandings among the public." Song Yang gently patted Lin Wan'er's hand.

The muscles on the back of Lin Wan'er's hand tensed instantly, but she did not let go.

"Answer my question," Lin Wan'er said in a cold, hard voice.

"It's really not some high-end equipment." Song Yang held up the plastic shell in front of Lin Wan'er, and the dust in the gaps of the plastic was clearly visible.

"These are the slow-moving toys in my shop. It was purely an accident. They may have been mutated by some kind of abyssal radiation."

Lin Wan'er stared at the plastic shell, her gaze growing cold.

Can abyssal radiation turn plastic into Flame Dragon Armor?

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!

But she didn't sense any psionic fluctuations just now; it was as if it really was a toy.

"Since it's a toy," Lin Wan'er stared intently at Song Yang, "would you sell it?"

Song Yang immediately adjusted his expression, revealing a standard salesman's smile.

"Sell it! We're open for business, there's no reason to turn away customers," Song Yang cleared his throat. "This Flame Dragon Summoning Device, a limited-edition tokusatsu replica, originally priced at 99, is now on sale for 998 during our anniversary sale!"

Lin Wan'er was stunned.

Zhou Lei had just run to the two of them when he heard those words, and he stumbled.

Is it 99% off and selling for 998?

Did this person learn math from a PE teacher or is he just shameless?

Lin Wan'er loosened Song Yang's collar.

She looked down at the plastic toy, her brow furrowed.

Lin Wan'er knew very well the prices of merchandise in tokusatsu dramas. An official transformation device with a voice function would only cost a few hundred yuan at most, but Song Yang had just used this thing to kill two first-tier magical beasts.

998?

This price isn't even enough to buy a regular alloy short knife on the market.

Is this person pretending to be stupid or hiding their true abilities?

"Clean up the scene first," Lin Wan'er turned around and ordered Zhou Lei.

Song Yang straightened his wrinkled collar, walked past the special forces soldiers, and headed towards the abandoned transformer at the end of the street, where there was a large pile of rubble and twisted metal supports.

Song Yang squatted down and rummaged through a pool of blurry gray flesh and blood.

This is the bloodthirsty wolf that he just punched to pieces.

Song Yang felt a hard object in the viscous blood.

After taking it out, I wiped it casually on the hem of the clothes a couple of times.

It was a dark purple crystal about the size of a thumb.

The power core of the Abyss Beast, a first-tier magic crystal core, is worth approximately 300,000 on the market.

Song Yang clutched the magic crystal core in his hand, then turned and walked towards the sewer in the middle of the old street.

Zhang Fugui was still slumped there, his silk shirt stained with mud and unidentified liquid, and the gold chain around his neck was askew.

The basic psionic protective mirror on his chest, which he was so proud of, was now covered with dense cracks and was completely unusable.

When Zhang Fugui saw Song Yang walking over, he trembled all over.

He looked at the young man in worn-out casual clothes, his mind replaying the image of him in crimson armor, slaying monsters with his bare hands.

This made Zhang Fugui's throat go dry, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him.

Even a first-tier magical beast was instantly killed. He, a first-tier spiritual warrior who relied on pills to reach his current level, probably couldn't even withstand half a punch from Song Yang!

"Brother Song... Brother Song." Zhang Fugui stammered, his voice trembling, and he shrank back, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.

"Let's talk this out. I... I only refrained from intervening because I was concerned for the safety of the neighbors..."

Zhao Qiang huddled behind a trash can further away, afraid of being noticed by Song Yang.

Song Yang stopped half a meter in front of Zhang Fugui, looking down at the creditor who had just been so arrogant.

No nonsense.

Song Yang raised his hand and threw the blood-smelling magic crystal core over.

The crystal core hit Zhang Fugui's face, leaving a dark red bloodstain, before bouncing into the muddy water.

Zhang Fugui gasped in fright and instinctively covered his head.

"What's going on here?" Zhang Fugui opened one eye, looking at the stone on the ground, somewhat confused.

"Pay back the debt." Song Yang said in a very calm tone.

Zhang Fugui froze for a few seconds, his gaze fixed on the crystal core on the ground.

Of course he recognized what it was: a first-tier magic crystal core, an absolute bargaining chip!

"The principal is 100,000, plus the three months of interest you mentioned, totaling 146,000." Song Yang put his hands back in his pockets. "Take this crystal core to the black market; you can get at least 280,000. The rest can be used for your medical expenses and to clean your pants."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fugui's face instantly turned bright red.

For a regional manager of the prestigious Zhang Group to have his debts paid off by someone hitting him in the face with a stone on an old street is an utter disgrace!

But can he refute it?

The charred crack on the ground, which is more than ten meters long, is still steaming!

This was cleaved out by Song Yang's red armor.

"Get lost." Song Yang turned around and stopped looking at him.

Zhang Fugui hurriedly picked up the bloodstained crystal core, wiped it haphazardly with his sleeve, and scrambled to his feet.

"Go! Go now!" he yelled at Zhao Qiang and Zhang Biao, who were hiding behind him, and fled the old street without looking back.

The 146,000 yuan debt was settled just like that.

The common people on the old street began to peek out from every corner, and the way they looked at Song Yang completely changed.

Originally, this was a useless shop owner who hadn't even awakened his psionic abilities, and people usually felt sorry for him.

But now?

That dilapidated toy store became a place no one dared to mess with!

As the surrounding gazes turned toward him, the system panel in Song Yang's mind flickered a few more times.

Scattered emotional points are still being added to the account.

Song Yang walked towards his toy store. The roller shutter door had been kicked away by Zhang Fugui, the shelves had collapsed, and plastic parts were scattered all over the floor.

Song Yang sighed.

I have to pay for the repairs myself because of the damage to the shop. What a miserable life!

"Boss Song."

At that moment, Lin Wan'er's voice came from behind.

Song Yang stopped and turned around.

Lin Wan'er stepped forward, adopting a businesslike expression, but her eyes couldn't help but dart towards Song Yang's pocket.

"According to Jiangcheng's defense regulations, the spoils of war from slaying abyssal monsters belong to the individual, but the weapon you just used is not registered with the Spirit Martial Arts Association," Lin Wan'er said rapidly. "I need to conduct a routine inspection of your toy store."

"Go ahead and check." Song Yang spread his hands, looking nonchalant. "Check all you want, but let's make it clear first, you'll have to pay for any damage."

Lin Wan'er walked past Song Yang and entered the dimly lit and cluttered toy store.

The shelves were covered in a layer of dust. At the front was a plastic Ultraman figure, next to it was a Kamen Rider belt, and in the corner was an Armor Hero summoner.

Half an hour ago, Lin Wan'er would never have given these things a second glance.

But now, looking at these junk items labeled "buy one get one free," her heart was pounding.

If what we just heard was true, what about these?

Lin Wan'er reached out and picked up a dusty Shura Armor Summoning Device. The plastic was of very poor quality, and the buttons were loose.

"How much is this?" Lin Wan'er turned around and held up the summoner in her hand.