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Wang, topless, suddenly appeared on the street.

The chubby body and white fat are exposed in front of passers-by without hindrance, causing people to look sideways and the ladies to suppress their laughter to the extreme.

He looked around in bewilderment, with deep bewilderment. One second he was still using magic, and the next second he appeared in this ghostly place.

He was sure that he was played by that guy, but with a light snap of his fingers, he was knocked down.

He was stripped naked and thrown into the street.

"Hey, have you been robbed? I can get you to the police."

"No need, I'm like this... very cool, um..."

Wang Wanyan thanked the passers-by for their help, his hands were intertwined, ten fingers tightly entwined, a chill appeared on his chubby face.

"Kill him, I must kill him..."

Wang, this serious dead house is completely angry.

For him, the weird and funny sights from passers-by are better than any verbal humiliation.

He still remembered that he just snapped his fingers in front of that mysterious man, and lost everything, and was thrown directly from Karma Taj onto the street.

The mysterious man's magical attainments made him shudder, and what he did made him furious.

"Um, it looks like you need help?" A young man tentatively walked over, looking around uncomfortably.

"Where is this place?" Wang's face was black, his small eyes were narrowed into slits, revealing a dangerous aura.

"Midtown. Hey, buddy, don't you even look at a map when you go out? Or do you just sleepwalk from one city to another?" The young man said a cold joke, and he felt bored after speaking, so he spread his hands helplessly.

The young man felt that the fat man's behavior was very strange, maybe it was the same as what he had encountered.

With a cold face, Wang casually walked to a hidden corner, ignored the young man's nagging questions, and used the magic of a portal in front of the young man, walked in, and returned to Karma Taj.

He's going to settle accounts with that damn bastard.

The portal slowly closed, leaving only the stunned expression of the young man, mixed with a little excitement, and the urge to rush into the portal with speed.

Curious, bold, with the same personality as most of his peers.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket rang: "Barry, where are you? I may have found the clue of that mysterious man. He came from a higher dimension. To be honest, it is a good thing that he did not have any ill intentions towards you. He was just playing tricks." You have a meal..."

"Sisko, guess who I met! A magician! I met a topless magician! He was right in front of me, opened a circle, walked in, and disappeared!" Barry said excitedly. Said into the phone like a gun.

"Naked...? Is this the custom of magicians?" Sisko was a little confused.

"The point is the magician!"

"Okay, no matter who he is, you should come back first, use your super speed, Dr. Harrison is waiting for you..."

...

As his eyes went dark, when his eyes lit up again, Downey had already appeared in a huge opera house.

Splendid, rich.

It's just that there is no audience in this huge opera house, and all the seats in the auditorium are empty.

Downey looked down at his costume, and at some point it had changed into a knight costume in the Midwest, and so did the troublemaker standing opposite him.

Two foolish "knights" stood on the wide stage, like two poor clowns.

"This dress is so stupid..." Downey lowered his head, resisting the urge to tear off this ridiculous costume.

"Come on, Donnie, let's have a duel between men, and whoever wins will get Wanda." The troublemaker looked serious, and two revolvers appeared in his hands, one for himself and one for Donnie.

"Back to back, walk to the end of the stage, then turn around and shoot - there is only one bullet in it!" The face of the troublemaker was full of a sense of mission, as if he was doing a sacred and solemn thing, like the godfather of a church, more like The magic stick before jumping the big god.

Downey sneered, took the pistol and flicked it, and hit the troublemaker in the chest with a bang.

"Don't come here, no matter how serious the scene is, you can't hide your mischievous awkwardness in your hands. Troublemaker, you know that this doesn't explain anything, let's change it - use my Way."

Downey blew on the non-existent smoke from the muzzle of the pistol, and looked at the troublemaker with a sneer.

The troublemaker also studied the bullet hole in his chest with great interest, and pulled out the bullets bit by bit, pretending to be injured.

"You broke the rules of the game, Mr. Troublemaker, I'm very angry!" The troublemaker waved his arms exaggeratedly, and also shot.

Downey caught the bullet directly, squeezed it into a piece of iron, threw it on the ground, and said, "That's your game rule, not mine. In fact, you're the one who gets involved. Without you, Wanda doesn't need to play the game." What a troublesome choice to make. I don't know what you like about Wanda, but if you really want her, play by my rules."

The troublemaker pondered for a while: "Yes, I like any kind of game. The loser leaves, and the winner stays!"

"The loser leaves the earth, and unless the winner agrees first, he can't come back." Downey added.

Troublesome guy, it's his instinct to make trouble.

Downey knows that Trickster has a history of courting and being rejected by Supergirl - which, of course, probably hasn't happened yet. Although he didn't understand why he was eyeing Wanda, but considering the troublemaker's unique brain circuit, he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

But the troublemaker is kind of good, low in IQ, and relatively abiding by the rules of the game.

This gave Downey a chance to dig a hole.

Taking a step back, even if Downey loses, although I am sorry for Gu Yi, he can still go to the universe to build the Cybertron planet. The strength of a demigod is qualified to rule many galaxies.

After all, the universe is too big, and the galaxy where the earth is located is just a drop in the ocean, and demigods can already establish powerful forces. As long as Downey doesn't commit suicide and offend others, there is no problem in building his own planet.

"Okay, but what do you want to play? I really can't figure out how you can beat me." The troublemaker was very excited, and his eyes were full of playfulness.

"It's a very simple game. I heard that you can do anything?" Downey said with a smile.

"Of course, everyone in the Realm of God knows how powerful Mr. Trouble is - but let's talk about it first. Don't even try to make a request to 'destroy the multiverse'. I won't be fooled. The five-dimensional court is specially watching What about me." The troublemaker showed off, then suddenly reacted, and said in a low voice, "The game is only limited to this opera house, and only limited to this stage."

The troublemaker thought he was very witty and didn't step into Downey's language trap.

"Very well, then my rules of the game are very simple. I make a reasonable request to you. If you do it, I will lose. If you can't, I will win." Downey said.

The troublemaker bowed his head and thought for a while, nodded in satisfaction, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "No problem, as long as your request is limited to this stage, as long as you say it, I can do it! Mr. troublemaker is omnipotent! "

"Then the game begins, and my request is - the omnipotent troublemaker can't make a rock he can't lift!"

Downey smiled, showing a sinister look.