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

Zhang Chulan lay sprawled on the green light grid, his hair ruffled by the night wind like a bird's nest, his face screaming "collapse".

One second he was being blocked at the door by the Quanxing gang of lunatics in a dilapidated alley, and the next second he fell directly from the sky to the top of this tall building.

Is this reasonable?

This is absolutely outrageous! It's outrageous beyond belief!

What's worse, there was a pervert with a white face and green hair right next to him, staring at him with the eyes of someone looking at a novel toy.

Wow.

The clown tilted his head, his eyes darting around twice, and a strange, ambiguous smile appeared on his pale face.

He clapped his hands slowly and deliberately, making a crisp "slap, slap, slap" sound from his palms.

"A child fell from the sky."

"And, she's a little girl who screams."

Zhang Chulan immediately lost his temper and yelled back at the top of his lungs.

"You little brat, you son of a bitch! I'm a grown man! I'm twenty!"

"Mr. Li Ang, who is this person?" The clown looked at Li Ang with a puzzled expression.

Hearing the title "Joker," Hal Jordan frowned, the light from his green lantern ring slightly contracted, and the net of light supporting Zhang Chulan slowly sank two meters.

Diana's gaze never left her for a moment.

Her sword tip was still fixed on the clown, her shoulder and back muscles taut.

"Just a naked man passing by."

Li Ang sat casually in the corner of the tarmac, gently swirling his coffee cup, his tone as relaxed as if he were watching a free street magic show.

"What naked man? I specifically got up and put on my underwear this time because I was being suddenly chased!"

Zhang Chulan's face instantly turned green.

"Oh." Li Ang nodded seriously.

"A naked man walking by wearing SpongeBob SquarePants underwear."

"..."

Zhang Chulan clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands, wishing he could jump down and fight this unscrupulous merchant to the death.

But he glanced down at the hundred-meter-high sky and then at the concrete helipad below, now a spiderweb of shattered fragments.

Never mind, I've broadened my perspective.

Dignity is something you can reclaim once you're alive and back in the world.

Hal lowered the optical fiber to the edge of the tarmac.

Zhang Chulan tumbled and fell to the ground. As soon as his buttocks hit the ground, he gasped as he was hit by a piece of gravel.

"Hiss... What kind of place is this? The floor is harder than our school playground."

He rubbed his buttocks and stood up, intending to move closer to Li Ang, when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

Not right.

It was completely silent; it was too quiet.

That green-haired pervert is gone!

"Watch out behind you!" Diana's eyes sharpened, and she shouted a warning.

Before Zhang Chulan could even turn his head, a scent of perfume was already pressing against him from behind.

The clown appeared behind him without warning, like a venomous snake emerging from the shadows.

That deathly pale face was almost touching Zhang Chulan's earlobe.

"Got you?"

Two pale, thin hands suddenly reached out from either side of Zhang Chulan's shoulders.

The ten fingers were spread out exaggeratedly.

The dark purple fruit veins surged wildly at my fingertips, crawling outwards like living insects.

Fruits of Childlike Innocence!

The moment the physical body is touched, the target can be instantly turned into a mindless toy.

All traces of its existence, and the memories and perceptions of the world, will be completely erased.

Hal's expression changed drastically, and the light from the Green Lantern Ring surged instantly.

The concrete beneath Diana's feet exploded with a deafening roar, and she shot forward like an arrow.

But it was too late; the distance was too close.

"Become my...exclusive toy." The clown's fingertips were already pressed tightly against the skin on the back of Zhang Chulan's neck.

Zhang Chulan's hair stood on end instantly, and his scalp tingled.

In that life-or-death moment, his mind went completely blank.

All talk of hiding one's talents, pretending to be stupid, and even Grandpa's admonition to "not show off" were kicked to the winds by the overwhelming survival instinct.

The body's instinctive reactions are much faster than the brain's.

The primordial Qi exploded directly from the depths of the dantian!

boom!

Golden light surged!

A layer of dazzling golden light instantly enveloped Zhang Chulan from every angle.

The clown's ten fingers pressed firmly onto the layer of golden light.

then……

And that was the end of it.

The dark purple, whimsical fruit pattern seemed to have crashed into an absolutely defensive wall of copper and iron, and with a "whoosh," it was forcefully bounced back.

The clown's exaggerated smile froze instantly.

He blinked, somewhat surprised.

Undeterred, he pushed harder and jabbed his finger forward again.

The golden light remained unmoved.

The transformative power of the Childlike Fruit could only swirl wildly on the golden surface, but it could never find an entry point to contact the physical body.

Zhang Chulan turned his head stiffly, like a rusty robot.

The two of them were face to face.

A smile froze on his face.

A clear look of terror flashed in his eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

The entire tarmac was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The next second, Zhang Chulan completely exploded.

"Who the hell are you?! You just came up here and touched my neck! You pervert!"

He suddenly raised his right hand.

The golden light in his palm contracted rapidly, and a piercing crackling sound of electric arcs rang out.

The originally gentle golden innate energy instantly transformed into extremely violent lightning.

Yang Wu Lei!

"Palm Thunder!"

Boom!

A beam of blazing white lightning, as thick as a bucket, erupted from Zhang Chulan's palm and slammed into the clown's chest at point-blank range.

The clown was hit head-on by a speeding dump truck, his body flying backward like a broken sack.

It smashed through three puppet soldiers blocking its way, rolled over a dozen times on the gravel ground of the helipad, and finally crashed heavily into a wrecked giant ventilation fan.

Click!

The ventilator was smashed to pieces upon impact.

Wild arcs of electricity crackled and surged across the clown's body.

His green hair stood on end from the electric shock, his pale face was made even more bloodless, and even the red smile line at the corner of his mouth was twitching wildly.

"Oh ho!"

He forced out a strange, distorted cry from deep in his throat, his body trembling like an electric frog.

"This tingling sensation..."

"That's awesome!"

"Holy crap? This guy's a McDonald's?"

Zhang Chulan stood there, stunned, and looked down at his palm in disbelief.

Hal hovered in mid-air, and the green light around him flickered.

He and Diana had been struggling for ages, but they couldn't do anything about this madman.

It's all because that damned Fun Fruit is too cheeky!

They dare not engage in close combat, dare not make contact, and even the prospect of physical weapons being probed risks being assimilated.

And now, this young man in floral shorts who fell from the sky has struck the clown with a bolt of lightning!