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

Jack gritted his teeth and climbed upwards with all his might.

The cold rain pelted his face, trickling down his chin and into his collar.

He didn't stop until he reached the fifth floor. Looking at the dimly lit room, he had a bad feeling.

As the window was slowly pushed open, rainwater mixed with the smell of rust rushed into the nostrils.

The nauseating smell of blood was too strong to be masked.

Jack's heart skipped a beat, and even his breathing slowed down.

He dared not make a sound, and tremblingly peered through the crack in the half-open window.

With just one glance, he froze on the spot.

The small, dilapidated living room was a mess.

The fabric sofa was ripped to shreds, and white cotton wadding mixed with dark red liquid was scattered all over the floor.

The family photo frame that was originally hanging on the wall was smashed to pieces.

The floor was covered with shards of glass.

His father collapsed next to the TV cabinet.

The old man had a large hole in his forehead, and blood stained the carpet beneath him. His fate was unknown.

Not far away was Jenny, wearing a floral nightgown.

That was his fiancée, whom he was to marry next month.

They'd even picked out their wedding dress; it was at that old shop on the street corner.

She lay curled up in a pool of blood, her long hair stuck to her face with blood, motionless.

"Jenny..." Jack choked on his breath, unable to utter a sound.

In the center of the living room, three burly men in black raincoats were surrounding his mother.

The bald man at the head of the group was holding a Thompson submachine gun, the barrel of which was already pressed against the old woman's temple.

"Old woman, my patience is running out. I'll ask one last time."

The bald man's eyes were sinister, and he pushed the gun barrel forward forcefully.

"Where exactly did your good-for-nothing son hide Boss Falcone's goods?"

The old lady's head was tilted to one side as the gun barrel was pressed against her.

"I really don't know! Sir, please, please let us go!"

The old woman trembled violently, tears and snot streaming down her face as she cried out and begged.

"Jack has always been an honest man; he would never dare to steal from the mob!"

"An honest person?" the bald man scoffed.

He lifted his mud-covered leather shoes, stepped on his father's hand, and crushed it forcefully.

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the living room.

The father didn't even let out a scream; he remained unconscious.

"Could an honest person really turn the East Wharf upside down like this?"

"Could an honest person really have managed to embezzle $100,000 worth of goods through a double-cross?"

The old woman let out a heart-wrenching cry and desperately tried to push the bald man's legs away.

The bald man, his face contorted with disgust, kicked the old woman to the ground.

The old lady bumped into the corner of the coffee table, and a bloody scratch appeared on her forehead.

"Since you refuse to tell, then go wait for him in hell."

The bald man put his finger on the trigger, while his two accomplices watched the scene with mocking expressions.

One of them even took out a cigarette, bent down, and lit it.

Jack, standing outside the window, stared with rage.

Fear was completely consumed by boundless rage at that moment.

The words of that Eastern merchant kept echoing in his mind.

"If you touch anyone, that person will turn into a toy."

"Once you turn someone into a toy, every trace of that person's existence in the world will be erased."

An indescribable force surged through his veins, eventually converging in his hands.

He felt his ten fingers burning.

It was as if they possessed some kind of magic that could alter reality.

He can't hide anymore.

If he continues to hide, he will lose even his mother.

"asshole!!!"

Jack let out a roar, suddenly raised his right leg, and kicked the water-covered glass window with all his might.

Whoosh!

The sound of shattering glass was extremely jarring in the rainy night.

Jack, his face and head covered in rain and shards of glass, frantically rushed in through the window.

The three gangsters inside the house were startled by the sudden commotion.

"Who goes there?!"

The burly man who was lighting a cigarette turned his head instinctively, but before he could raise the gun in his hand.

Jack didn't stop; using the momentum, he rolled on the ground and grabbed at the two nearest burly men.

Snapped!Snapped!

Jack slapped his muddy hands onto the calves of the two burly men.

There was no explosion, no flying blood and gore, and no screams.

With a soft "pop," two puffs of white smoke exploded out of thin air.

Everything happened too fast.

So fast it took less than half a second.

The smoke dissipated.

The spot where two grown men were standing is now empty.

Only two brown teddy bear toys wearing black vests remained.

Two clicks.

The teddy bear fell onto the blood-stained carpet.

One of the teddy bears was still opening and closing its mouth, making a very faint squeaking sound.

It seemed to be a cry for help, but it also seemed to be out of fear.

The living room was completely silent.

Only the sound of wind and rain howling outside the window.

The bald man froze, his hand holding the gun hanging in mid-air.

He looked at the two teddy bears on the ground, then at Jack, who was getting up from the ground.

His eyes were full of confusion.

The rules for erasing the Childlike Fruit took effect, revealing the terrifying nature of the causal weapon to its fullest extent.

In the bald man's mind, all memories of his two accomplices were forcibly erased.

He didn't remember bringing anyone with him.

I don't even remember who was smoking next to me just now.

In his mind, he was the only one coming to Jack's house tonight to interrogate him.

He even found the two teddy bears that had suddenly appeared on the ground a bit of an eyesore.

The old lady suddenly opened her tightly closed eyes and saw Jack covered in mud and water, and tears streamed down her face.

"Jack! Run! They're going to kill you!" the old woman shouted hoarsely.

"Jack?"

The bald man recognized the man in front of him, and a smile appeared on his face.

They completely ignored the two strangely appearing teddy bears on the ground.

"You rat in the gutter, you've finally decided to come out?"

The bald man turned his gun around and aimed it directly at Jack.

"I thought you had already escaped Gotham."

Jack was breathing heavily, his hands staring intently at his palms.

Things have really changed!

A living person can be turned into a toy with just one touch!

Moreover, the bald man was completely unaware that his companion had disappeared!

The Eastern merchant did not lie to him!

This power is terrifying! And it's so useful!

Jack's heart was pounding.

When he raised his head again, the cowardice and fear in his eyes were gone.

Instead, there was an extremely distorted kind of excitement.

His lips curled up uncontrollably, forming an extremely strange smile.

"Let go of my mom."

Jack straightened up and walked step by step toward the bald man.

"open?"

The bald man sneered, thinking that the engineer from the chemical plant in front of him had lost his mind.

A piece of trash who doesn't even have a gun dares to talk to him like that.

"Who do you think you are? Daring to negotiate with me?"

The bald man's finger was on the trigger.

"Hand over the goods, and I'll give you a quick death."