"Sorry, but according to our records, Mr. Downey is not currently at the guild," Ruhua 10086 said.
"Is there anything else I can help you with?"
The middle-aged man shook his head slightly. He glanced over the basic-model iron suits and assorted modified versions on the shelves, then looked at the faint brown trace of a Stark Industries logo on Ruhua's chest, revealed by the spectral scan in his sunglasses.
"Sir, our guild offers custom-made Dao companion puppets, with Six-Flavor Rehmannia Pills included," Ruhua 10086 said, smiling sweetly under his gaze.
Damn it, that bastard's still selling inflatable dolls. The middle-aged man pushed down his sunglasses, met Ruhua's eyes, and said, "Listen. Command: activate iris recognition and voiceprint recognition. Display developer log management."
After a brief pause, Ruhua said, "You do not have sufficient authorization."
The man immediately pushed his sunglasses back up, took a deep breath, and rubbed his chest as though trying to relax.
"You broke the fourth wall too, just like that bastard in the costume?"
He flicked his hand, trying not to look quite so conspicuous. After pacing back and forth for a while, he crooked a finger at Ruhua, who had somehow switched to standby mode.
"Listen. Give Downey a message. I don't care whether he's Tony Stark, Robert Downey, or fucking Doctor Doom. Tell him to either kill himself soon or get the hell out of this place. If he can't afford the price, I'll pay it for him!"
The man said it all in one breath.
"Understood. You'd better kill yourself right now or get the hell out of this place. Pay the price yourself."
Ruhua repeated it word for word.
"Fuck." The man fell silent for several seconds, then said,
"Repeat that to me the next time you see me. And tell