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

"Gah!"

Bruce Wayne was prepared to deal with unknown magical traps or high-tech security systems.

But to his utter surprise, he was greeted by rubber ducks rolling all over the ground and colorful plastic balls.

The room was completely silent.

A dozen pairs of eyes turned around at once, staring intently at the uninvited guest in the ill-fitting suit.

Bruce's gaze swept quickly across the entire arena.

A man with a neatly trimmed mustache was stuffing a pink bamboo dragonfly into a cardboard box with a look of disgust on his face.

A burly blond man in a red jacket was grinning at a raccoon dressed in a spacesuit, holding a glowing rattle in his hand.

The raccoon was holding a wrench, seemingly disassembling an extremely dangerous weapon.

Click!

Just as Bruce Wayne was in a daze, the bathroom door not far away opened.

A burly man with a murderous look on his face walked out.

The burly man was wearing a black tactical vest, his muscles were bulging, and he looked like someone you didn't want to mess with.

Could this be a branch of Arkham Asylum?

Bruce's muscles tensed, and his right hand instinctively reached inside his suit jacket.

He drew his specially made bat gun, pointed it directly at the crowd, and his eyes were extremely wary.

"Oh ho." Tony raised an eyebrow and casually tossed the cat's cradle he was holding onto the floor.

"Looks like the people in this city aren't very polite. They didn't even offer a greeting when they walked in, just pulled out their guns?"

Seeing the dark muzzle of the gun, Frank's eyes turned cold in the corner.

He hates it most when people point a gun at him.

Especially when he was agonizing over a toilet seat for a full twenty minutes and was in an extremely bad mood!

"court death!"

Frank roared, his arms writhing with flesh and blood, accompanied by a sickening grinding sound of bones grinding together.

In the blink of an eye, the two arms transformed into two crimson behemoths exuding a strong, bloody stench.

"Wait! Frank, put the knife away!"

Steve quickly squeezed out from among the toys scattered on the floor and stepped between the two.

He turned to look at Bruce, pressing his hands down in a soothing gesture, a kind smile on his face.

"Don't be nervous, buddy."

"We're just ordinary people passing by. Since you're here to buy gashapon toys, just buy yours and don't worry about us."

An ordinary passerby?

Bruce stared at Frank's two massive, flesh-and-blood knives, his eyes twitching violently.

What kind of ordinary person is this?!

Who among ordinary people can turn their arms into two knives?

He completely ignored Steve's attempts to smooth things over, his gun barrel remaining as steady as a mountain, his eyes extremely sharp.

"I'm here to investigate how you turned the Joker into a monster!"

Bruce questioned sharply, his gaze bypassing Steve and locking onto the Asian youth behind the counter who was drinking a Coke.

This person is obviously the boss.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm a legitimate businessman. Is selling toys illegal?"

Li Ang sat on a high stool, biting a straw, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"A decent businessman wouldn't create a madman who turns living people into plastic toys."

Bruce retorted coldly, his finger already on the trigger.

"Hey! Batboy with glasses!"

Tony strode forward and shoved Steve aside, who was blocking his way.

He looked Bruce up and down, his face displaying undisguised mockery.

"Like a petty thief, you're peeping from the rooftop. You don't look like a good person at all."

Bruce's pupils contracted.

How did they know he was on the roof?

And they even called him Bat Boy!

He had clearly changed into civilian clothes and wasn't even wearing a mask, yet his identity was still discovered!

Without any hesitation, Bruce decided to strike first.

With a flick of his left hand from his sleeve, three batarangs flew out of his hand.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The batarang tore through the air, flying in a triangular pattern towards Tony's face, throat, and chest.

These darts are optimized for aerodynamics, resulting in extremely unpredictable flight trajectories that are impossible for ordinary people to catch.

At the same time, Bruce suddenly exerted force with both legs, and his whole body shot out.

He attempted to close the distance for hand-to-hand combat.

This bearded man carried no weapons and wasn't particularly muscular.

Once we subdue him, we can seize the initiative and force him to reveal information about the Joker.

"Watch out!" Steve shouted, preparing to rush forward to help.

Tony didn't even try to dodge; instead, he snorted dismissively.

He didn't even summon his armor; he just stood there quietly.

Just as the batarang was about to hit him, Tony reached out his right hand.

It moved so fast that it left afterimages in the air and created a gust of wind.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Three crisp, clear impact sounds.

Bruce's prized, custom-made batarang was caught steadily by Tony with one hand.

"this one?"

Tony scoffed, his eyes filled with boredom.

He exerted force with all five fingers.

Click!

The incredibly hard carbon fiber batarang was crushed into pieces in his hand, falling to the floor with a rustling sound.

Bruce was horrified; his heart skipped a beat.

This is a special material forged under high pressure by the Applied Science Department of Wayne Group!

It can even deflect sniper bullets!

Crush it with bare hands?

This grip strength is simply beyond what a human could possess!

But by then he had already rushed up to Tony, with nowhere left to retreat.

Bruce forced himself to steady himself, and with a powerful swing of his waist, he aimed a heavy punch straight at Tony's temple.

This punch embodies his many years of fighting experience.

Tony didn't dodge or flinch, but raised his left hand and precisely gripped Bruce's wrist.

boom!

The fist and palm collided, producing a dull, loud thud.

Bruce felt as if his punch had hit a hard steel plate; the recoil made his finger bones ache and his entire arm go numb.

"Too slow, too weak, and full of flaws."

Tony curled his lip, revealing his arrogant genius demeanor.

"Jarvis, scan this local native."

"Yes, sir."

A burst of blue light flashed across the lenses of the smart glasses Tony was wearing.

The next second, Tony flipped his wrist.

An unparalleled force surged through Bruce's arm.

Bruce didn't even have time to make any joint locks before Tony lifted him up with one hand.

boom!

Bruce was slammed onto the wooden floor, causing the rubber ducks around him to bounce around wildly.

Tony pinned Bruce to the ground with one foot on his chest.

No matter how much Bruce struggled, his foot remained firmly planted on the ground, refusing to budge.

"This is impossible..."

Bruce struggled to exert himself, his face turning bright red.

He is the pinnacle of human proficiency, mastering all the world's martial arts!

How could he possibly be killed by a seemingly frail guy with one hand!

"Don't waste your energy, Gotham's little bat."

Tony looked down at Bruce on the ground and unleashed his merciless, sarcastic remarks.

"Kevlar material? Carbon fiber darts?"

"My God, your technology is a full hundred years behind Stark Industries!"

Tony kicked Bruce's bat gun that had fallen to the ground, looking disgusted.

"A pneumatic launcher? That's something I played with in the garage when I was ten."

"It doesn't even have a tiny electric arc pulse; are you using it as a hidden weapon or a toy?"

"A bulletproof plate was hidden inside the suit? And the material is high-molecular-weight polyethylene?"

Tony exaggeratedly covered his forehead, his face full of pity for this backward technology.

"What era are we living in? You've never even heard of vibranium? Even some carbon nanotubes would do!"

"You're going to be a vigilante in this tattered outfit?"

Tony found it increasingly absurd and turned to look at Li Ang behind the counter.

"Li Ang, are all the superheroes around here this poor?"

"The total cost of his entire outfit isn't even enough for me to buy a bottle of red wine!"