Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

This girl is so disobedient! Doesn't she know how dangerous this place is?

However, while he was furious, Xiaoyu across from him was cleverly winking at him.

Jackie Chan was taken aback, realizing that Jade seemed to be telling him that she would take care of his father, and that he only needed to attract the attention of that big guy.

After a moment of silence, Jackie Chan looked at his father, who was tied up, and finally acquiesced to Jade's suggestion.

There was no other way; the situation was critical. He didn't want the shield to fall into the enemy's hands, and he didn't want to see his father fall off the building.

Moreover, Xiaoyu has already followed, so even if there is a chance of encountering danger, this is the only option.

Without hesitation, Jackie Chan looked up and smiled at Tru.

"Since you want this, then... take it!"

After saying that, Jackie Chan twisted his arm and body, exerted his muscles, and then used all his strength to throw himself out!

"Swish"

A sound rang out from the air.

The shield spun like a top and flew into the sky.

The shield was requested by the boss, and Tru valued it highly. The moment the shield flew out, he was completely captivated.

He reached out to grab it, but the shield didn't go in a straight line; instead, it curved and flew away towards the top of his head.

In his haste, Tru released his grip on his father's hand, jumped up, and tried to grab the shield.

However, in a flash...

The shield was too fast; it shot out the instant he raised his hand.

However, the shield quickly spun around and flew back through the air with a whooshing sound.

Tru was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting this situation, and didn't react for a moment.

He instinctively reached out to grab it, but in the blink of an eye, the shield was back in Jackie Chan's hands.

The bewildered Tru instantly realized he'd been tricked!

"Idiot!" Tru roared in fury. "Say goodbye to your old man!"

He raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, intending to smash the old man's head with a single punch and then throw him off the rooftop!

However, when he lowered his gaze, he found that there was no one around him.

Tru's fist, which was as hard as a millstone, froze. He quickly turned his head and saw a little girl in an orange hoodie leading the old man to the safety passage not far away!

"Huh? Huh! You actually dared to play me!!" Tru roared.

At that moment, he felt like a huge idiot weighing several hundred kilograms!

He hates people who don't keep their promises. Since these people dared to play him for fools, they have to pay the price!

Meanwhile, Jackie Chan watched as Jade pulled his father into the emergency exit, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fat, I have to leave now, and I think I can outrun you."

Jackie Chan tucked the shield under his arm, using his incredible strength to hold it firmly in place. Then, with a swift movement, he prepared to run towards the stairwell.

But just then, a dark shadow surged forth.

Dozens of ninjas wrapped in black bandages emerged from the ground and corners, surrounding Jackie Chan.

The moonlight was clear.

It falls from afar.

The rooftop is more than twenty stories high, and it whistles and rattles in the strong wind.

Jackie Chan stared in shock at the ninjas who were completely wrapped in black bandages. Apart from their scarlet eyes that gleamed with an eerie blood-red light and their pale, inhuman fingers, not a single part of their bodies was exposed. His gaze was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"What are you? What are you?"

First of all, Jackie Chan can be certain of one thing: these terrifying creatures are definitely not normal beings, much less human; on the contrary, they match the evil beings his father described.

These guys are just too scary-looking, aren't they?

It feels like these ninja-like beings were transformed from corpses!

There's one more thing in Chapter 7! Oh no, oh no, oh no!

"Keng"

Jackie Chan held the shield in front of him, swallowed hard, and his fingers tightened.

"Take care of him!" Tru said in a deep voice.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of dark figures swayed and all moved at that moment!

They are agile and swift, yet move silently. Their faces are covered by black bandages, with only their scarlet eyes flashing.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a shadowy ninja crept up behind Jackie Chan, his butterfly knife flashing past.

"Ah! Damn it!" Sensing the danger, Jackie Chan turned around abruptly and raised his shield to block the attack.

However, even after he managed to defend against one, it seemed as if countless dark figures were still rushing towards him from all around!

The shadowy ninjas worked in perfect coordination, spreading out to attack Jackie Chan from different directions.

The blades flashed erratically, and Jackie Chan struggled to keep up, yet he continued to yell strangely.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

He grabbed the arm of a dark figure, trying to take it hostage, but the latter seemed to merge into the shadows, quickly slipping away and disappearing into the darkness. The next moment, other dark figures attacked him.

"Tough luck!"

These guys are as agile as ghosts and ruthless in their attacks.

Although Yu Chenglong was still able to barely fight back, this was still too much!

Suddenly a group of ugly, dark creatures rushed at you; they were enough to scare you to death!

Anyway, Jackie Chan was so scared that he jumped around left and right, yelling and screaming all the time.

"Stop! Stop! Who are you people?!" Jackie Chan kept dodging the rain of attacks from the shadowy figures and tried to negotiate with them.

However, these ninjas remained silent, only taking turns attacking Jackie Chan.

Fortunately, despite the seemingly perilous situation, Jackie Chan, an ordinary archaeologist, always managed to narrowly dodge or block the attacks.

Tru simply glanced at the scene and saw that his opponent was no match for a hundred or so opponents and was already at a disadvantage, seemingly about to be defeated at any moment. He then strolled leisurely forward across the battlefield.

The sounds of banging echoed all around, but Tru ignored their fierce fight and walked straight to the elevator.

"Ding"

A clear sound rang out, and the elevator doors opened.

Jackie Chan, who was still running around, stared in shock.

"Wait, the elevator is still working at this hour? The elevators in this kind of building should have their power turned off at night! What if someone gets stuck in the elevator?"

"Oh!"

His response was a punch from a dark figure.

"Ah! What bad luck! What bad luck!" Jackie Chan yelled.

Just before the elevator doors closed, Tru glanced at Jackie Chan.

"Hmph, you'd better worry about yourself first."

Tru stood in the elevator, almost filling the entire space.

The automatic doors closed, and the elevator descended floor by floor at a rapid pace.

"Swish"

Countless shadowy ninjas, like ghosts, leaped across rooftops and surrounded Jackie Chan.

Each of their scarlet eyes contained an eerie, blood-red light.

No matter how Jackie Chan tried to escape, he couldn't shake off the pursuit.

They followed closely, like a shadow, relentlessly pursuing!

"Dad, hurry up! Don't let Uncle Long's sacrifice be in vain!"

In the safety passage.

Xiaoyu was grabbing her father's arm, pulling him as they stumbled and ran wildly down the stairs.

"Oh dear! Dad's bones are about to fall apart!"

The old man kept walking, staggering as he followed behind Xiaoyu.

"And one more thing!"

Gasping for breath, the old man shouted to Xiaoyu in a hoarse voice, "Why don't we just take the elevator?"

"What? There's an elevator?" Xiaoyu blinked.

"Otherwise, how could I have followed that big oaf up the stairs all the way up?" the old man's aged voice rang out.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I'm used to taking the stairs, and it'll be too late to take the elevator now, Dad. Let's run!" Xiaoyu pulled her father along as they ran through the emergency exit.

Just as the grandfather and grandson were fleeing in panic.

Jackie Chan was still being chased around.

He and the shadowy figures moved nimbly and chased each other across the wide rooftops of the high-rise buildings.

Tru, however, remained leisurely.

At this moment, soft and melodious background music was even playing in the elevator.

The light, cheerful sounds, entirely from musical instruments, made Tru unconsciously tap his feet rhythmically on the floor.

Watching the numbers on the screen decrease layer by layer, I quietly waited for the elevator to land.

"Tough luck!"