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

"What you want is a sustainable cross-industry combat capability supply chain."

Li Ang looked at the chip Bruce handed him, his tone languid.

Zhang Chulan stood to the side, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Supply chain.

When Li Ang utters these words, there's always a dangerous undertone, as if he's about to package someone up and put them on the shelf.

"Relax, SpongeBob boy."

Tony, holding a wine glass, gestured with his chin towards Zhang Chulan.

"You guys just jumped into the StarCraft version ahead of time from a local instance."

"Boss Tony, thank you so much." Zhang Chulan forced an awkward smile. "I haven't even dealt with the Wang family in my own server, and you're already opening up a cross-server battlefield for me?"

Bruce pushed the chip to the center of the counter.

"We need to meet people in this world who truly have the ability to mobilize."

Li Ang looked at Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan immediately understood.

Nadutong is backed by the government, so it's powerful, but its processes are slow.

Longhu Mountain has not yet entered the scene, and the attitude of the Celestial Master's Mansion is also uncertain.

Right now, there's only one person who can immediately provide the manpower, money, and channels, and who has also been in contact with gashapon shops.

The World Society, with its upright and heroic spirit.

Ten minutes later.

Blue light patterns lit up the side door of the All-Heavens Gashapon Shop.

Feng Zhenghao led Feng Shayan into the store.

Today he was wearing a dark Tang suit with the cuffs neatly pressed down, and he still maintained the composure expected of a business tycoon.

But when he saw Tony and Bruce sitting in front of the counter, he paused for a moment.

Two unfamiliar foreigners.

A man in a loosely tailored suit, holding a drink, acted so arrogantly he deserved a beating.

A man in a black trench coat sat upright, and when his gaze swept over, even the air seemed to become orderly.

Feng Shayan stood behind her father, her fingers slightly curled, and spatial fluctuations rippled between her knuckles.

"Boss Li, who are these two?"

Feng Zhenghao did not act rashly.

He had witnessed Darkseid's projection descend and also seen Leon wipe out higher-dimensional monsters with a wave of his hand.

At this moment, every stranger appearing in the gashapon shop cannot be treated as a regular customer.

"This is Tony Stark, one of the technological pinnacles of the Marvel Universe."

Li Ang raised his hand to introduce.

Just call me Tony.

Tony raises his glass.

Feng Shayan's eyes twitched.

Leon then pointed to Bruce.

"This is Bruce Wayne, a vigilante from the DC Universe, whose superpower is money."

Bruce nodded slightly.

A warning bell rang in Feng Zhenghao's mind.

Two top-tier billionaires from another world appear at Li Ang's shop at the same time.

In addition, he himself is the richest person in the world of supernatural beings.

Thus, the richest man in the Marvel universe, the richest man in another universe, and the richest man in the Inhumans world ushered in the first tripartite meeting that shook the multiverse.

Standing in the corner, Zhang Chulan suddenly realized that the best decision he had ever made was signing that century-long employee contract.

work to earn a living?

What's wrong with working?

By acting as a middleman in this kind of scheme, one can eventually accumulate a pension.

After Feng Zhenghao took his seat, he did not rush to exchange pleasantries.

"Boss Li specifically asked me to come over, so it must be more than just to meet new friends."

"Indeed." Bruce took out a black data panel and placed it on the table. "We need to establish a cross-industry strategic alliance."

A look of wariness flashed in Feng Zhenghao's eyes.

"Alliance is built on mutual trust, but I know nothing about either of you."

"Mutual trust?" Tony put down his glass, snapped his fingers, and said, "Jarvis, get Mr. Feng a little something to give him."

The lights inside the store flickered slightly.

The next moment, a holographic screen unfolded in front of Feng Zhenghao.

The equity structure, hidden funds, field staff rotation, shell company, private encrypted accounts, and the schedules of the core members of the Feng family of the Tianxia Society headquarters were all thoroughly dismantled.

Even the record of Feng Shayan posting the repair bill on the public account after she damaged the training room wall three months ago was highlighted in red.

Feng Shayan's pupils contracted.

"you!"

The space in front of her distorted slightly, and her fist was already raised.

Feng Zhenghao raised his hand to stop his daughter, his gaze darkening.

"Don't get agitated. I've already been very polite by not downloading your family photo album."

Tony leaned back in his chair, his tone light and cheerful.

Feng Zhenghao stared at the holographic screen, a chill creeping into his heart.

The World Society's internal network defense system took several years to build and was maintained by someone in the world of supernatural beings who was skilled in both electronic and magical encryption.

As a result, this artificial intelligence named Jarvis didn't even knock on the door; it just sat down in his safe and drank tea.

This was not a sneak attack.

This is an open humiliation.

It was also a show of force before the cooperation began.

"Mr. Tony, this kind of behavior is enough to start a war here."

"I know," Tony shrugged, "that's why I only projected it to you, instead of posting it all over the internet."

Feng Zhenghao's fingers paused on the armrest for two seconds.

He suppressed his anger and turned to Li Ang.

"Boss Li, is this also your idea?"

Li Ang bit the straw and slowly opened his mouth.

"I'm only responsible for providing the venue and the gashapon machines."

"As for how the three of you richest men are going to fight, that's just an appetizer."

Feng Zhenghao was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

He turned off the holographic screen and leaned back.

"Mr. Tony, your technique made me uncomfortable, but it also showed me value."

Tony raised an eyebrow.

"The merchant is finally online."

Bruce pushed the data panel in front of Feng Zhenghao.

"Look at this first."

Feng Zhenghao took the data panel.

The screen lights up.

Under the dark gray sky, the Apokolips fleet obscured the starlight.

The Parademon army crashed down in droves, dragging cities on the ground into a sea of ​​fire.

Ordinary soldiers' skin hardens rapidly upon contact with the black spores.

His pupils lost focus, and he turned to attack his companion.

This was followed by clips of Steppenwolf, the Nemesis team, the Mother Box assimilation field, and Darkseid projection releasing Omega rays.

Feng Shayan was initially defiant.

After watching for three minutes, her palms were sweating.

Feng Zhenghao's face did not change, but a chill ran down his spine.

He finally understood what level of "multiverse villain" Li Ang had mentioned earlier.

Wang Ai, Shi Lao, Quanxing.

These figures who stir up trouble in the world of supernatural beings are merely local gangs fighting each other on this battlefield.

But Feng Zhenghao did not back down; instead, his eyes lit up.

This is a crisis.

It's also a stepping stone.

If the World Alliance can participate in this war, it will no longer be just a commercial force in the world of supernatural beings.

Rather, it is the first organization to venture beyond Earth and make contact with a multiverse military system.

"You need Qi to combat Parademonic assimilation; we need technology, intelligence, and interstellar battlefield experience."

Feng Zhenghao put the data tablet back on the table.

"I'll take this deal."

Feng Shayan was stunned. "Dad, this is too risky!"

"High risk, high reward." Feng Zhenghao looked at his daughter. "If we don't move forward, the Wang family, Quanxing, and the other ten elders will catch up."

"By then, we won't even be able to keep our place at the negotiating table."

Bruce nodded.

"You are very clear-headed."

"I am a businessman." Feng Zhenghao looked at him. "What a businessman fears most is not danger, but missing out on opportunities."

"Very good, the tripartite alliance is formed."

Tony picked up his glass again.

"Now we can discuss who pays, who provides the personnel, and who is responsible for being beaten."

Zhang Chulan quietly raised his hand, "Can I just be responsible for bringing in customers and getting a commission?"

Li Ang glanced at him.

"You're in charge of shutting up and keeping track of the accounts."

"Okay, boss, the employee immediately enters 'wise mode'."

Li Ang got up from behind the counter and walked to the center of the shop.

He snapped his fingers.

A circular hidden compartment opened in the ground, and a brand new gashapon machine slowly rose up.

The machine is entirely silver-gray, with its outer shell engraved with reliefs of naval cannons, star trails, and shield generators.

Inside the transparent capsule float black and gold capsules, each with a tiny star map flowing across its surface.

The robotic arm unfolds, and a line of illuminated text pops up from the top.

[Star Wars Gashapon Machine]