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

The young man's knees buckled, and he almost knelt down.

The voice was squeezed out of his throat, filled with endless humiliation and a will to survive.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of spicy soup.

Li Ang couldn't resist.

He covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking, and the spicy soup splashed onto half of the pillar.

That's hilarious.

The contrast between the kid's "take this!" attitude just now and his current naked state, calling for his master, is too great.

It's even more outrageous than Pietro's first time posing in the Hurricane Armor.

What are you laughing at?

A cold voice came from the center of the playground.

The girl tilted her head, her gaze fixed on Li Ang behind a pillar in the corridor.

Her eyes held no anger, no murderous intent, only a pure scrutiny.

The next second, she moved.

He deftly twirled the dagger in his hand and was already in front of Li Ang.

fast.

very fast.

The knife tip pierced straight into the throat, at an extremely tricky angle, following an arc that falls outside the visual range of ordinary people.

Li Ang placed the bowl of spicy soup aside and turned his body slightly to the side.

The blade grazed his Adam's apple, just millimeters away from his vital organs.

The short sword is withdrawn, followed by a backhand horizontal slash.

Li Ang raised his right hand, bringing his index and middle fingers together to grip the blade.

Boo!

Sparks flew from the friction of metal against metal, illuminating the dimly lit corridor with a bright arc of light.

The girl's pupils contracted.

The feedback from the blade told her that those two fingers were harder than any steel she had ever seen.

It wasn't the blessing of Qi, nor any physical enhancement; it was simply the sheer hardness of her physical body that overwhelmed her dagger.

She decisively let go, took three steps back, and stepped barefoot onto the muddy ground of the playground, digging her toes into the soil to steady herself.

Li Ang held the short knife, twirled it between his fingers twice, and then plunged it into the pillar beside him.

The blade sank five centimeters into the cement pillar, making a clanging sound.

"Young lady, your swordsmanship is quite good." Li Ang patted the sparks off his fingers.

"But next time, remember to choose your target carefully."

The girl stared at him for a moment without saying a word.

Her intuition was screaming alarm bells.

The man in the short t-shirt showed no signs of energy fluctuations or any energy reaction within her comprehension.

But the way he caught the knife just now was so casual, it was as if he were just pinching a leaf.

It's very strange.

Very strange.

It is beyond our ability to defeat.

The girl made her judgment.

In the midst of this delicate stalemate, a figure darted over.

"Master! Master, save me!"

The naked young man scrambled to Li Ang's feet and grabbed his right leg tightly with both hands.

Li Ang lowered his head.

A young man wearing only floral shorts had his face buried in his thighs, his trousers smeared with snot and tears.

"Please, master! You managed to catch her knife! You must be a master!"

"Help me! This woman is insane!"

Li Ang looked at the other person leaning against him completely naked, and a look of disgust quickly appeared on his face.

"Get your face off my pants first."

"No! I won't let go until you agree!"

The young man hugged Li Ang even tighter, hanging his entire body on Li Ang's lap, with all his weight on it.

Li Ang rolled his eyes.

He had been doing business in countless worlds for so long, and had been threatened by playboy Stark and shaken by Thor's thunder.

But this was the first time a naked stranger had ever hugged my leg.

"Alright, alright, let go."

Li Ang tried to shake his leg twice, but couldn't get it off.

This kid's ability to cling to someone's leg is much more reliable than his golden light.

Li Ang simply ignored it, looked down at the face that seemed to say "I'm miserable, save me," and tugged at the corners of his mouth.

That's the standard smile of a gashapon (capsule toy) merchant.

"Kid, do you want to get stronger?"

The young man paused for a moment, then looked up, snot still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"I want to! I dream about it!"

"Let's do it then."

The entire playground fell silent.

The wind stopped.

The leaves have stopped falling.

The young man's expression changed from anticipation to fear, and then from fear to some indescribable complex emotion.

He released Li Ang's leg, took five steps back, and crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"Dude! I...I'm not gay!"

"If you're going to do it, find someone else! I'm straight! 100% pure straight!"

Li Ang's face darkened, and he pulled the colorful gashapon machine from his pocket and slammed it in front of the young man.

"I meant I wanted to try my luck with a gashapon machine! A gashapon machine! What's going on in your head?!"

"Oh……"

The young man's face shifted from fear to embarrassment, his ears burning red.

He scratched the back of his head and chuckled twice.

"Um...sorry, sir, I was just...um...a little...sexy."

"You weren't scared when you were wearing those flowery shorts and calling me 'master,' but now you know you're scared?"

"..."

The young man was speechless.

Li Ang glanced at the other end of the playground.

The girl with long hair was still standing there, tilting her head, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Li Ang and the gashapon machine.

She has already made her judgment.

The man's strength in catching the knife was completely beyond her comprehension.

Without Qi or magic, she could deflect her full-force attack with sheer physical strength.

We can't beat them.

It's okay if we can't take that person with us; we'll go back and call for help first.

The girl's chest rose and fell slightly as she made her decision.

"Awei's Eighteen Styles!"

Without warning, she shouted, her voice clear and loud, echoing several times across the empty playground.

Li Ang and the young man in floral shorts turned their heads at the same time.

Then they witnessed the most outrageous scene of their lives.

I thought the girl was about to unleash a powerful attack, but she turned around and ran away.

They even shouted this strange slogan.

They moved incredibly fast, their bare feet making a crackling sound as they stepped on the ground, their long hair flying behind them, and in three seconds they disappeared behind the corner of the sycamore tree.

Only Qiu Feng and two men remained on the playground.

Li Ang was stunned for a moment.

"Awei's Eighteen Styles?"

He read the name aloud, his lips twitching slightly.

What school of martial arts is this? Which sect's signature move?

"Wait, is this a world for one person?"

"Oh no, I've been spending so much time with Star-Lord and the others that I've forgotten all the iconic scenes from One Piece!"

"Boss, she got away!"

The young man jumped up excitedly, clenching his fists, his face filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster.

"I'm free! I'm finally free!"

"Put your pants on first."

The young man looked down and realized he was still walking his bird.

"..."

"The art style of this world is quite interesting."

Li Ang squatted down, picked up the bowl of chilled hot and sour soup, and took a sip.

He looked at the young man squatting on the ground picking up tattered clothes, his interest growing stronger.

"Hey, naked guy."

"My name is Zhang Chulan! Not Naked Man!"

"Good naked man."

Li Ang stood up and patted the gashapon-type capsule toy next to him.

"Does what you said still stand? Do you want to become stronger?"

Zhang Chulan hastily wrapped the tattered clothes around his body, raised his head, and looked wary.

"Who exactly are you?"

"That knife-catching technique you just used, which school of martial arts are you from?"

"Neither."

Li Ang snapped his fingers, and the gashapon machine lit up, its colorful exterior particularly eye-catching in the afternoon sunlight.

"My name is Li Ang, a gashapon merchant who's just passing by."