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

"Boss," Xu San said, putting away his wand, his tone much more serious, "when will the first batch of 10,000 gashapon capsules arrive?"

"You can just use mini gashapon machines to ship them out. They look small, but they can dispense an unlimited number of gashapon capsules."

Li Ang sat back behind the counter and picked up his milk tea again.

"There's one more thing," Li Ang's expression suddenly became somewhat subtle, "You'd better assign someone to manage these gashapon machines."

Why?

"Because there might be traitors."

"What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning." Li Ang looked at Xu San seriously.

"In another world, there's an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., whose employees are mostly undercover agents..."

"If your people are left unsupervised, it wouldn't be good if the Quanxing sect managed to get two good items."

Xu San fell silent.

Xu Si also fell silent.

"I see."

Xu San stuffed the official card back into his pocket, then turned to look for an exit.

"Alright." Li Ang clapped his hands. "That's all for now. Welcome to the All-Heavens Gacha Shop again. Have a safe trip."

The portal lit up beneath Xu San's feet.

A blue light curtain enveloped the figures of the four people.

Feng Baobao glanced at the gashapon machine one last time, then at Li Ang.

The light curtain closes.

The four people disappeared.

Li Ang leaned back in his chair and swiped his finger across the system panel.

This is just the appetizer; the 3 billion yuan deal hasn't been officially finalized yet.

"The world of Inhumans is much more complex than Marvel."

Li Ang closed the panel, his gaze passing through the shop's ceiling and looking towards a distant direction.

"Now we'll see if Zhang Chulan can muddy the waters."

……

three days later.

Outside the South Gate 3 of a certain university.

Zhang Chulan walked out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, his face still glistening with the oil from the stir-fries on the second floor of the cafeteria.

He had just finished a spicy chicken rice bowl and was in a good mood.

Over the past three days, he has resumed the daily life of an ordinary college student, as requested by Li Ang.

Going to class, eating, playing games, and bragging with roommates.

But he knew in his heart that this peace would not last long.

The Quanxing gang won't let this go; they won't swallow this insult.

What's worse, the battle at the cemetery that day was too loud.

The shimmering light of the glittering fruit bursts in the night sky, visible for kilometers around.

Even if All-Knowing helps suppress the news, the mouths of the supernatural community can't be shut up.

The source of Qi has already been spread in secret.

Zhang Chulan stopped less than fifty meters from the South Gate.

Across the street from the school gate, two completely different cars were parked.

On his left was a glossy black Rolls-Royce Phantom, its front facing him, its headlights flashing twice in the evening light.

On the right was a drab van with its door open, inside which sat three young men dressed in Taoist robes.

Zhang Chulan's pupils contracted for a moment.

The rear door of the Rolls-Royce opened.

The first thing to emerge was a pair of feet wearing red high heels.

Then there's a long leg.

A woman in her early twenties got out of the car.

She wore a black business suit, her hair was neatly styled, and she had a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on her nose.

She took off her sunglasses slowly, with a condescending sense of superiority.

"Zhang Chulan?"

"Who are you?" Zhang Chulan didn't move.

"Tianxia Hui, Feng Shayan." The woman tucked her sunglasses into her collar. "My father's name is Feng Zhenghao, ever heard of him?"

Zhang Chulan had certainly heard of it.

Feng Zhenghao, President of the World Association.

Rumors suggest that this man controls hundreds of billions of yuan in legitimate assets, and with the profits from the gray areas, the actual figure is likely even more staggering.

"The daughter of Chairman Feng," Zhang Chulan forced a smile, "Did you need something?"

"Something's up." Feng Shayan walked up to him, her high heels clicking crisply on the concrete pavement. "My father wants to see you."

"I'm sorry, I have class tonight."

"I'm not discussing this with you."

Feng Shayan raised her right hand.

An invisible force surged from her palm, causing distorted ripples in the air.

Spatial abilities.

Zhang Chulan's backpack strap was pulled by that force, and his body involuntarily slid forward half a step.

"Hundred-Step Fist." Zhang Chulan's smile vanished completely. "You're a successor of the Hundred-Step Fist?"

Feng Shayan's lips curled up slightly. "As expected of a descendant of the Qi Body Source Stream, your eyesight is quite good."

Her right hand spread its five fingers, and the area of ​​spatial distortion was expanding.

"Come with me, you won't regret it."

"My father wants to do business with you, not take your life."

"But I don't want to do business."

"It's not up to you."

Just as Feng Shayan was about to increase her strength, a cold voice came from across the street.

"Wait a minute."

A boy stepped off the bread cart.

He wore a white Taoist robe, a black belt around his waist, and had an excessively handsome face.

Her long, silver-white hair swayed gently in the evening breeze, and there was a vermilion mark between her eyebrows.

Zhang Lingyu.

The youngest high-ranking Taoist priest in the contemporary era at the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain.

"Zhang Chulan".

Zhang Lingyu stood in the middle of the road, her hands behind her back, her chin slightly raised, scrutinizing him with a critical gaze.

"The affairs of the Celestial Master's Mansion are none of the business of outsiders."

These words were spoken to Feng Shayan.

"The Celestial Master's Mansion is meddling in things that don't concern them with the affairs of the World Society!"

Feng Shayan's face instantly turned ugly.

"Zhang Chulan is one of the designated successors of the Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhang Lingyu's voice was calm, but every word carried undeniable weight.

"His fate will be decided by the Celestial Master's Mansion."

Zhang Chulan was stunned.

Heir?

When did he become the heir to the Celestial Master's Mansion?

"Wait a minute." Zhang Chulan raised his hands. "Could you two please stop arguing in the middle of the road?"

"This is a public place, there are security cameras."

No one cares about him.

"If the Celestial Master's Mansion wants to clean house, that's a family matter for your Longhu Mountain."

Feng Shayan looked coldly at Zhang Lingyu.

"But the things Zhang Chulan possesses, the World Society is determined to obtain."

"What is it?" Zhang Lingyu's eyebrows twitched.

"You don't know? Some kind of... external force."

Feng Shayan laughed, her smile tinged with sarcasm.

Zhang Lingyu's pupils contracted slightly.

He did his homework before he came.

The news that Zhang Chulan unleashed his light-based superpowers in the cemetery also reached the Celestial Master's Mansion.

However, the Celestial Master's Mansion's analysis concluded that it was a kind of mutation and awakening of the Qi source flow.

If it's not a product of Qi, but rather an external force...

"Where did you get that ability from?"

Zhang Lingyu looked at Zhang Chulan, her gaze sharpening.

Zhang Chulan looked at the two people in front of him.

One of them wanted to take him to the World Society as a bargaining chip.

One of them wanted to drag him back to Longhu Mountain to become the Heavenly Master.

No one asked him if he was willing.

From beginning to end, they were discussing the ownership of the person "Zhang Chulan".

He was like a piece of merchandise.

It's as if he endured twelve years of forbearance, twelve years of pretense, and twelve years of living in constant fear.

In these people's eyes, they are nothing.

Zhang Chulan's fake smile disappeared.

He took his schoolbag off his shoulder and gently placed it by the roadside.

"You two."

Zhang Chulan's voice was so soft that Feng Shayan and Zhang Lingyu had to lean forward half a step to hear it.

"Do you think I'm easy to bully?"

Feng Shayan raised her eyebrows.

Zhang Lingyu slightly raised her hand.

Zhang Chulan stretched his neck, his joints cracking in the evening air.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers together.

A golden light shone from my fingertips.

"I don't want to hide it anymore."