Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

"Huh?" Jackie Chan was even more confused. "But, but..."

Jackie Chan snapped out of his daze.

He didn't even acknowledge Xiaoyu.

Instead, he looked at his father.

He stammered, rambling on and on, and said in a fussy, incessant manner, "Dad, you've never left your shop, and what about the research on the dog talisman?"

"A talisman, oh dear~"

The old man reached out, leaned against the cabinet next to him, and casually swung his arm, looking completely indifferent.

"What's the rush? The whereabouts of that mysterious creature are still being determined, right? There's no problem in delaying the research on the dog talisman any further."

As they were talking, it seemed that it was because of his father's support.

The item on the highest shelf rolled down horizontally.

"Ah! Dad, your antique!"

Jackie Chan shouted.

He was about to pounce on it.

The old man narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways behind him.

As the body turned.

He braced one foot on the chair for leverage.

The whole goat pounced on the falling antique and caught it steadily.

The old man stood upright, holding the antique in his hands, raising it above his head without it wobbling.

The whole process was so smooth that Jackie Chan was dumbfounded.

"Why does Dad seem younger than me?"

My father no longer seems old; "vigorous" is an understatement to describe his current state.

Jackie Chan had a feeling that his father seemed to have returned to his prime.

He's not just a year older, but has returned to his current age.

"Aha! I caught it!"

The old man, who was lying on the ground, had bright, piercing eyes and grinned.

And around his neck, a rope was strung together and tied around his neck.

An octagonal talisman with a puppy design printed on it was also revealed as it vibrated.

"Uh."

When the old man saw this, he panicked for a moment, but luckily he was lying on the ground with his back to Jackie Chan and Jade.

The two seemed oblivious and immediately stuffed the talisman back into their clothes.

Then, he rolled over and sprang to his feet.

"Alright, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" The excitement on Dad's face was impossible to hide.

"Uh uh..."

Jackie Chan and Jade stood there dumbfounded, watching their father start packing his things.

......

The top floor of the Black Hand Building.

Jiang's old lair for ten years.

Tru and Afu were not far from Valon, listening to their boss's arrangements and instructions.

"The computer showed that Jackie Chan bought three plane tickets to Bavaria."

Valon held a long stack of reports in his hand and found the key information in them.

He leaned against his desk and turned to look at the two of them.

Tru sat on a small stool with a large bowl of water-stained fruit in his hands, picked up one, and was about to take a bite.

Afu stood beside Tru with his hands behind his back, full of energy and spirit, his posture upright, his feet shoulder-width apart, serious and straight.

Looking at his two distinctly shaped subordinates, Valon narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Ah Fu, let's set off immediately. The organization's plane is waiting for you."

Afu nodded respectfully.

Tru nodded casually and re-examined the fruit in his hand.

Just as he was about to take a big bite, Valon said calmly, "True, you go with Alfred. This time, you must follow his orders."

Valon took out an A4 sheet of paper with a clear photo of a person printed on it.

It was Jackie Chan's face.

He threw it away.

The paper floated up leisurely, swirling in the air.

Afu's eyes flashed, and his gaze suddenly sharpened, like a falcon locking onto its prey.

Without the slightest hesitation, he shot out like lightning, his feet pushing off the ground with tremendous force, his body flying out like a cannonball.

"An eagle pecks at white paper!"

Afu spread his arms wide, and with a gust of wind, he rolled over, and just as the paper was about to hit the ground, his lips bit down on the A4 paper.

He stood up and dusted himself off.

Tru: Huh?

Valon immediately showed a satisfied expression.

"I'm waiting for you to find this old friend, follow in his footsteps, and find the traces of the talisman!"

Upon hearing this, Afu glanced at the portrait on the paper.

His eyes moved.

Suddenly, Afu moved again.

With a stomp of his feet, he leaped back to Tru's side.

He hooked his toes.

The large bowl containing Tru's food was kicked away, spilling fruit everywhere.

One of the huge cantaloupes flew into the air.

Ah Fu shouted loudly, "I'll let him taste my Melon-Smashing Fist!"

"Bang" sound!

When the cantaloupe was almost at the level of Tru's face.

Afu punched the cantaloupe.

This caused it to explode, sending debris flying everywhere, juice splattering, and pulp and fruit splashing all over Tru's face.

"No... what's going on?" Tru was dumbfounded, as if someone had just shoved something into his face, his expression completely bewildered.

He stood there, stunned, on his little stool.

"Excellent, excellent." Valon clapped his hands in praise, then turned and left. "With your skills, fly to Bavaria now!"

“Yes, Master,” Afu replied.

Tru quickly stuck out his bottom, causing the stool to fall off with a thud, and stood up: "Yes, Master!"

......

A town square.

"Oh God, Bavaria, I'm here again."

Jackie Chan was walking down the street with his niece and father.

Not far from them.

A towering clock tower ticks away, counting down the years.

This is one of the few ancient buildings in the entire town.

"I need to check out the chocolate factory first."

Jackie Chan had a serious expression on his face.

He stared ahead, cautiously observing his surroundings, while striding forward, muttering instructions to Xiaoyu.

"You need to stay with your dad and behave yourself, okay?"

"Don't run around, don't cause trouble for your father or others. Your father is old, don't make things difficult for him."

"Xiaoyu..."

"Xiaoyu???"

Jackie Chan rambled on for a long time, but no one responded or paid any attention to him.

Turned his head and looked.

Jackie Chan's lips twitched.

He noticed that his father was holding Xiaoyu's hand and had completely ignored him, walking to the other side.

My dad is like a teenager now, passionate and full of energy.

He stood on the street, his bald patch of hair now fully grown, fluffy again, fluttering in the wind.

The old man looked joyful, and his eyes, deep-set, shone with an astonishing brightness.

He bent down and said to Xiaoyu, "Xiaoyu, did you know? Bavaria also has hip-hop music! Don't you like it? We can go listen to it together and then dance along!"

"Huh? Really, Dad?"

Xiaoyu let her father pull her away, away from that nagging Uncle Long.