Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

With a soft click, Jackie Chan gently closed the back door. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Rasu and two other henchmen were blocking the alley.

"Hehehe..."

Jackie Chan raised a finger and shook it, then advised, "Fighting isn't a good thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Rasu rushed up with two of his henchmen.

"Looks like persuasion didn't work???"

Jackie Chan knocked on the back door, and then, instead of backing away, he rushed towards the three of them.

"boom!"

Just as the group was about to make contact, Jackie Chan suddenly stomped on the ground and leaped high into the air, as if scaling walls, soaring to the other side of the wall, as if running along a vertical wall.

In this way, with a simple action that anyone could do, they switched places with Rasu and the other two.

Jackie Chan didn't stop and ran straight out of the alley.

"Come on!"

Rasu shouted loudly, and his two underlings quickly turned around and followed their leader.

"squeak"

Once the area fell silent, the back door was gently opened, revealing half of a small figure.

"Oh, I wonder when Uncle Shanlong will be able to return to normal..."

Xiaoyu had a worried look on her face, but she seemed to have thought of something quickly and then showed a mischievous smile.

"Looks like he needs Xiaoyu to help him balance things out..."

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!"

Ah Fen and Zhou came out of the front door, or rather, through the hole, ran back to the car, and drove after Jackie Chan.

Tru was the last to leave. Behind him was his father, his eyes wide open, bleating like an old goat, holding a broken broom that he kept slapping on Tru's broad back.

"Humph."

Tru slowly walked out of the hole he had blasted open, glanced at his father who was following closely behind him, let out a disdainful sound, and then turned to chase after Jackie Chan.

The reason they didn't block Jackie Chan at the back door together was twofold: first, they had to follow their boss's orders to hunt down Jackie Chan, but they had to be careful not to give him a chance to escape; second, they couldn't block him.

the other side.

Rasu was running wildly with a few of his underlings, chasing after the blue-shirted man who kept apologizing to those around him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"Excuse me, I'm sorry!"

Jackie Chan fled for his life and arrived at a bustling alleyway.

In the crowded throng, he accidentally bumped into someone and quickly apologized.

"Aye?"

Jackie Chan turned around and saw a group of lion dancers performing a lion dance. He felt like he was in Chinatown. A flash of inspiration struck him, and he had a great idea.

With a leap, he joined the lion dance troupe.

"Get out of my way!"

Rasu arrived at this time and roughly squeezed a path through the dense crowd.

"Hey! You... what's wrong with you...?"

The man who was nearly knocked to the ground staggered a few steps, turned around angrily, and was about to lash out when he saw several burly men stand up behind Rasu, glaring at him menacingly, as if they would kill him if he dared to utter another word. This silenced the man.

He reluctantly shifted his body, making room for him.

Seeing this, the others silently made way.

"Jackie Chan!"

Rasu's eyes were fierce as he watched the leaping lion dancers, his eyes narrowing.

He snorted and snatched away a lion skin that was being danced on. The two people on the skin were stunned and forced to stop their performance.

It wasn't Jackie Chan; he grabbed the other lion's head and suddenly lifted it up.

Nor is it.

Rasu's eyes gradually turned to the last lion.

To the accompaniment of cheerful and festive music, the last lion, now only having two front legs, was hopping from side to side.

Rasu walked in, his shadow obscuring the lion's form.

"Bring it to you!"

He reached out his hands and took off the lion's head.

Jackie Chan was seen raising his hands and swaying and jumping from side to side to the cheerful music.

"Uh......"

However, he soon realized something was wrong; the weight in his hands had become noticeably lighter.

He looked at him strangely, then opened his eyes with a grin.

He then saw a group of burly men surrounding him.

"Hehe, I finally caught you!"

Rasu smiled smugly and gave an order.

"Put him back in the car!"

At this moment, Ah Fen and Zhou Ye drove over. They looked at La Su with a smug expression and Jackie Chan standing next to him, and couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances.

Ah Fen walked over, leaned close to La Su's ear, and whispered, "Didn't the boss tell us not to actually catch him?"

"Huh? That seems right!"

Rasu paused for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"Let's search his body for the talismans first."

None of them expected that Jackie Chan would be so easy to catch this time; they didn't have to put in much effort at all.

Just as the group was at a loss for what to do, Tru spoke up in a deep voice.

"Yeah, I think so too. Let's get the talisman first. No matter what, the boss won't blame us. We can just let him go later."

Ah Fen nodded, and the group grabbed Jackie Chan and began searching him thoroughly.

Finally, Zhou reached into his pants, rummaged around for a while, and pulled out something that looked extraordinary—half a Tiger Talisman!

"This is all bonus money."

Ah Fen sighed, then said to his men, "Take him back to your car first. I'll call the boss and ask what to do next."

After his men took Jackie Chan away, he took the talisman from Zhou's hand and was about to put it in his pocket when suddenly, a withered hand full of deathly aura reached out from their shadows.

"Uh......"

Rasu and his companions were startled by the dead hand that suddenly seeped from the ground and were stunned.

The hand waved, but after a moment of silence, it withdrew.

Then, half of a black head appeared, and a pair of scarlet eyes filled with coldness and cruelty waited for Afen, who was holding half of the Tiger Talisman.

"Hehehe...Here you go, here you go..."

Ah Fen snapped out of his daze and handed over the incomplete Tiger Talisman.

The shadowy soldier stared at him for two seconds before slowly reaching out to take the Tiger Talisman. Then he disappeared again, vanishing into the darkness.

"Uh...so, what do we do now?"

Ah Fen turned his head and looked at his companions.

"Let's call the boss and ask. What else can we do? Tru, you make the call."

Zhou spoke up.

"Ok?"

Tru frowned: "Why should I be the one to fight?"

"The boss values ​​you the most, so it's more appropriate for you to ask!"

Ah Fen looked puzzled. Didn't Tru usually love talking on the phone with the boss? What's going on?

"You guys can hit me if you want, I... my throat hurts."

As he spoke, Tru coughed twice loudly.

"..."

Ah Fen and Zhou exchanged a glance, and then La Su said, "Then I'll play."

Just as Rasu took out his communicator, intending to dial Valon's number, a crackling sound suddenly came from a short distance away.

"Ok?"

Ah Fen turned to the side, trying to see what was going on, but Tru's body was too big for him to see clearly. He couldn't help but complain, "Tru, you're too fat."

Then, he took a few steps to the side, completely unaware of the ferocity revealed in the two small eyes on Tru's little head beside him.

"Looks like we don't need to call the boss anymore. Jackie Chan has already been rescued by that little girl. Our men were so scared by a bunch of firecrackers that they lay down on the ground."

Ah Fen looked at it, then came back and told his friends, looking speechless.

Then, seeing that Lasu and Zhou were both silent and trembling, he suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Uh......"

He looked up at Tru, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sorry, buddy, I forgot you hate that phrase the most. I promise I'll never let you hear it again... I mean, never again. Actually, you're not fat at all, just muscular..."

"Humph!"

Tru gave a cold snort and turned to leave.

Xiaoyu used firecrackers to scare Lasu's underlings so much that they lay on the ground trembling. Jackie Chan took the opportunity to pull Xiaoyu away and escape into a small alley.