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

Li Ang took out his phone from his pocket and waved the screen.

The image above is a paused clip from a video, showing Zhang Chulan, wearing only his underwear, kicking Lü Liang away at lightning speed.

The shooting angle is extremely professional.

"You've even set up the camera position?" Zhang Chulan's expression cracked.

"Archive the materials." Li Ang put his phone away, a smile appearing on his face.

"We can use this to make promotional videos for employees in the future."

Do I get overtime pay?

"No, the contract doesn't specify any rest time."

Zhang Chulan held the bowl and took another sip of spicy soup.

He leaned against the wall, looking out at the night sky at the alley entrance.

A half-moon hung above the telephone pole, bare and not very bright.

"Boss, I have another question."

"explain."

"Was that Glitter-Glitter Fruit really obtained from a regular gacha pull?"

Li Ang stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his trouser legs.

"Good luck."

"With enough luck, you might be able to win a house from ten dollars?"

"What misunderstanding do you have about regular gashapon machines?" Li Ang looked down at him. "Regular doesn't mean weak, it just means low probability."

Zhang Chulan thought about it for a moment and decided to stop worrying about it.

Since the fruit has already been eaten, there's no point in dwelling on it.

He shook the empty bowl.

"Is there anything else?"

Li Ang reached out and a new bowl of spicy soup appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Zhang Chulan took it and drank it with loud slurping.

The portal was still open, and colorful lights reflected on the alley floor, turning the flip-flop slipper into a vibrant hue.

"Let's go after we finish drinking." Li Ang turned and walked towards the teleportation portal.

"There's still work to be done."

Zhang Chulan finished the second bowl of soup in three gulps, put the bowl on the ground, and stood up by leaning against the wall.

My legs are still trembling, but at least I can walk.

He bent down, picked up the slipper he had lost, and put it on.

Then he limped after Li Ang's retreating figure.

He stopped abruptly in front of the portal.

I glanced back at that stinky, dark dead-end alley.

There is also a human-shaped indentation embedded in the wall.

"Zhang Chulan," he murmured his name.

"User of the Glint-Glint Fruit."

"An extraordinary individual who also works across dimensions."

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Where should we go next for some fun?"

Then he went into the portal.

Li Ang carried the folding chair and popcorn bucket back to the gashapon shop and casually pushed the door open.

Thor, who had returned sometime earlier, had stolen half a bag of potato chips from the shelf. The palm-sized robot model next to him rolled its eyes twice and winked at Li Ang.

"Boss, a strange guy just broke in."

Thor's voice came from the inner room, his tone unusually cautious.

"Strange?" Li Ang threw the popcorn bucket into the trash can.

"The kind where half the body is made of metal."

Li Ang paused for a moment, then pushed open the door to the inner room and immediately saw the person standing in the center of the living room.

A young Black boy, the left half of his face still retains the outline of a human, but the right half of his face is covered by silver-gray metal, and red mechanical eyes flash incessantly in their sockets.

From the neck down, more than two-thirds of the body has been replaced by a cyborg-like alloy exoskeleton.

Embedded in the center of his chest cavity was a fist-sized, dark red energy core, its light flickering like an unstable planet.

What's most striking is his expression.

Anger, fear, self-loathing, and despair.

All these emotions were squeezed onto the remaining half of his face, and every muscle was twitching.

"Are you the boss?"

The steel-boned voice emanated simultaneously from the throat and metallic vocal cords, a mixture of human voice and electronic sound that sounded harsh and awkward.

"Victor Stone." Leon walked behind the counter and sat down, placing his hands on the table.

"Victims of the lab?"

Steel Bone's mechanical eyes suddenly contracted.

How do you know my name?

"To run a business, you have to know a little bit about everything," Li Ang tilted his head. "But shouldn't you have knocked before barging into my shop?"

"Batman told me this address."

The steel-boned metal arm clenched and unclenched, the joints hissing with hydraulic pressure.

With each movement of his body, he could hear the faint sound of the alloy rubbing against the remaining muscle tissue.

"He said you have..." Steelbone paused, the last remaining skin on his Adam's apple bobbing up and down once.

"There is something that can change the body."

Li Ang didn't rush to reply, but instead turned to look at Thor.

Thor was leaning against the corner of the wall, holding an unopened can of Coke in his hand.

"Kid, the energy you're emitting is very unstable." Thor pointed to Cyborg's chest. "This core feels even more unstable than Tony's; it could explode at any moment."

"I know!"

Steelbone suddenly turned his head, and the light in his red mechanical eyes surged threefold.

His right arm deformed automatically in an instant, and the alloy plate of the forearm folded outward to reveal the dense circuitry and heat-emitting plasma coils inside.

It was a small ion cannon.

The cannon was pointed at Thor.

"Of course I fucking know!" Cyborg's voice ripped apart completely, drowning out human voices with the metallic tremor.

"Every second, this pile of junk is screaming in my head!"

"I can hear the metal expanding in my veins! I can smell the engine oil on my clothes with every breath!"

"Three days ago, I was a normal person. Three days ago, I could still pick up a glass of water with my own hands!"

"And now?"

He raised his left hand, a completely metallic hand, and his five alloy fingers suddenly tightened.

Click.

The hydraulic system in his palm was so strong that it pinched a deep dent into the corner of the shelf next to him.

"Now I can't even control the strength of my own body."

Steelbone's voice suddenly lowered, the anger on the half-face of the man subsided a bit, and what was underneath was revealed.

It is fear.

And aversion to one's own body.

Li Ang looked at him, neither urging him nor mocking him.

The store was quiet for a few seconds.

Thor silently dropped his guarded posture and placed the cola on the table.

He had seen that look before.

In Midgard, in Asgard, on every battlefield.

That's the look in the eyes of someone who has lost themselves.

"Alright, what do you want?" Li Ang spoke, his tone unchanged from before, still the same business manner.

Steelbone retracted his arm into its original form, and the ion cannon shrank back beneath the alloy plate. His breathing was still trembling, but he forcibly suppressed his emotions.

"Restore." He enunciated each word clearly. "I want to return to being human."

"Fully recovered?"

"Even if it's just a partial recovery, that would be fine." Cyborg's human eyes were red, and even his eyelashes were trembling.

"An arm, a leg, or even half a face."

"I just want to... touch my own skin again."

Li Ang stood up and pushed out the fancy, high-end gashapon machine.

"You should have listened to Batman's rules," Li Ang patted the top of the machine. "No guarantees, no refunds, it's all down to luck."

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