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

The scanner's indicator light remained a dark green, showing absolutely no response.

Zhao Xu looked at the data on the screen with a mocking expression, then turned to look at Lin Wan'er.

"Team Leader Lin, is this the high-level weapon you mentioned that can instantly kill a Tier 1 magical beast and sever the anchor point of the abyss rift?" Zhao Xu slammed the scanner on the counter and pointed to the wall of plastic toys.

"There's no psionic circuit, no enchanting materials, not even Abyssal particle resonance. It's just a pile of injection-molded plastic shells and scrap metal!"

He turned to look at Song Yang, his eyes sharp: "Just pure industrial waste!"

"Team Leader Lin, I don't know what your special operations team is up to, but the last video used high-precision holographic projection technology combined with targeted explosions. You think you can cheat the defense force out of its procurement funds with such tricks? It's absurd!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wan'er frowned and her face instantly darkened.

"Researcher Zhao, I was less than twenty meters away from him yesterday," Lin Wan'er said coldly. "No holographic projection can simulate that kind of high temperature; this is definitely not cheating!"

"Seeing is not necessarily believing, Team Leader Lin. In the face of scientific testing instruments, all disguises will be exposed!" Zhao Xu was not buying it at all. He reached out to open the glass cabinet door, intending to take out the metal camera and disassemble it.

Snapped!

Just then, a hand pressed down on the glass cabinet.

Song Yang had stood up at some point, smiling at Zhao Xu, and casually pointed to the handwritten price tag on the glass cabinet.

"Expert, don't judge a book by its cover." Song Yang's tone carried a touch of street humor, like a vendor selling cabbages at a market.

"This is my store's prized possession, the Xingtian Armor Summoning Device, a rare, combat-ready model! 98,000 each, QR code payment accepted, no credit, no haggling, and you'll have to pay for it if you damage it!"

"Ninety-eight thousand? This iron lump that doesn't even have a trace of spiritual energy?" Zhao Xu was so angry that he laughed.

"Do you believe I can call right now and have you arrested on charges of defrauding the defense forces of their assets?"

"It's a free market, you don't have to buy it if you think it's too expensive." Song Yang shrugged, then sat back down in the rattan chair, took out the slightly faded red plastic Flame Dragon Summoner from his waist, and played with it in his hand.

"Boss, wanna buy a summoning device?" Song Yang grinned at Zhao Xu. "The kind that lets you defeat monsters much higher level than you!"

[Ding! Zhao Xu's extreme contempt and anger detected! Emotion value +150!]

[Ding! Lin Wan'er's intense desire and inner conflict detected! Emotional value +800!]

Hearing the system notification in his mind, Song Yang's smile became even brighter.

Lin Wan'er stared intently at the Flame Dragon Summoner in Song Yang's hand, then glanced at the Xing Tian Summoner in the glass cabinet, her fingers clenching unconsciously at her sides.

No psionic loops? Industrial waste?

These bookworms in the defense force don't know anything!

If all of this is true, then it is a rule-level tokusatsu power that transcends this plane!

Zhao Xu sneered and threw the scanner back into his briefcase.

"Trying to fight a monster above your level? Song Yang, is that it? I've seen plenty of charlatans trying to scam funding from the Defense Force, but you're the worst one ever!"

After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Wan'er, his tone questioning.

"Team Leader Lin, this is a complete waste of time. I'll report this to my superiors immediately. The Old Street incident is entirely fabricated!"

"As for this person, I suggest taking him back to the station for questioning on charges of attempted fraud!"

Song Yang put the Flame Dragon Summoner back into his waistband. He ignored the shouting Zhao Xu and looked at Lin Wan'er instead.

From the moment he entered, this aloof special operations team leader's gaze had barely left the glass case.

Song Yang knew that look in his eyes all too well!

A wolf that has been starving for three days smells meat and that's pretty much the expression it makes.

"Researcher Zhao," Lin Wan'er finally spoke, her voice deep. "Yesterday's high-temperature test report was issued by the Logistics Department of the Defense Force."

"Instruments can be affected by environmental interference, but my psionic scanner won't malfunction!" Zhao Xu patted the box, brimming with confidence. "It has no psionic loops whatsoever; this thing isn't even as good as a lighter!"

Upon hearing this, Song Yang immediately burst into laughter.

He casually tore off a tattered receipt and then picked up a marker to scribble a few lines on it in a flamboyant style.

Then, he walked around the cashier and pulled open the glass cabinet door.

Zhao Xu was taken aback. "What are you trying to do? Destroy evidence?"

Song Yang ignored him, reached out and took out the red and black Xingtian Summoning Device, and threw it along with the paper at Lin Wan'er.

The metal camera traced a parabola in the air, and Lin Wan'er instinctively reached out to catch it.

The Xingtian Armor Summoning Device felt extremely heavy in my hand; the cold, metallic touch instantly spread throughout my palm.

This texture is something that injection molding can never produce!

Lin Wan'er's index finger traced the shutter button, and the perfect damping feedback caused her mind to go blank for a moment.

As a hardcore tokusatsu fan, she has an entire wall of high-quality replica props in her basement.

But all those things combined are far less impactful than the impact of this lump of iron in my hand!

Song Yang sat back in the rattan chair, picked up his cola, and took a sip.

"Captain Lin, how about you sign a liability waiver and try it on yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wan'er looked down at the paper, which contained a disclaimer.

The special effects combat experience provided by this store may result in irreversible consequences such as damage to the venue, collapse of one's worldview, or even complete loss of enemy remains. Participants shall bear all related responsibilities themselves!

At the very bottom of the note is a signature box.

"Ridiculous!" Zhao Xu snatched the paper, glanced at it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

"Team Leader Lin, are you really going to play along with this lunatic? Have you no regard for the reputation of the Defense Force? Transforming yourself with a piece of junk camera? Are you out of your mind?!"

As he spoke, Zhao Xu turned around and was about to take out his phone: "I'll call the security team to seal off the store right now!"

"Shut up!"

At this moment, Lin Wan'er finally couldn't take it anymore!

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried the spiritual energy of a second-tier spiritual warrior.

The air currents suddenly stopped, making Zhao Xu feel as if something had hit his chest hard, making it difficult to breathe, and his action of taking out his phone froze in mid-air.

Lin Wan'er ignored the crumpled paper on the ground. She held the Xingtian Summoner in one hand, her thumb already resting on the shutter button.

"Song Yang." Lin Wan'er stared at him. "If this thing is fake, I will personally send you to Lingwu Prison."

"What if it's true?" Song Yang asked with a smile.

"If it's true..." Lin Wan'er took a deep breath. "Ninety-eight thousand, I'll transfer the money."

She took two steps back and stood in a relatively open area in the center of the old street's shops.

Zhao Xu was panting heavily, his face flushed red.

"Good! Very good! I want to see what kind of tricks a broken camera without any spiritual power can pull off!"

"If we can't detect any psionic reactions today, you two will both be skinned alive!"

As he spoke, he reopened his briefcase and pointed the latest psionic spectrum scanner at Lin Wan'er. The various indicators on the screen were as stable as stagnant water.

Song Yang leaned back in the rattan chair, appearing very relaxed and unhurried, exuding confidence.