Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

The two big men were hit first.

"Ok?"

The two big men who were hit didn't move.

Afen, who bumped into someone, fell on his butt.

Looking down at Afen and the others, the two contestants' expressions turned unfriendly, and they stared at them with cruel eyes under their masks.

"Uh......"

Ah Fen felt uneasy when being stared at by two big men. As a member of the Black Hand Organization, he actually took a step back and said -

"sorry!"

"Hmph, you're smart. Be careful next time!" One of the big men snorted, thought of the person who just ran away, and didn't continue to bother Afen.

"Chase them!" Ah Fen quickly led his men into the depths of the corridor.

At this time, Jackie Chan was briefly delayed by two big men and had already opened a door and slipped in.

Hiding behind the door, Jackie Chan heard a chaotic sound of footsteps coming from the corridor.

It was obvious that the Black Hand Gang was chasing after them.

Jackie Chan swallowed and looked around the room, trying to find a place to hide.

"Hmm? A mask?"

Suddenly, Jackie Chan saw a leather mask on the table in the middle of the room, which should belong to a contestant.

Jackie Chan's eyes lit up: "I'll just borrow it for a while and return it right away!"

He put the blue mask and cloak on his head, then opened the door and walked out of the room with a swagger.

Passing by the Black Hand Gang and others, Afen used his secret technique - the blinding technique.

He ran past Jackie Chan with his small team.

"Where did he go?" Ah Fen's voice floated over.

Seeing that they glanced at him but didn't seem to realize who he was, Jackie Chan quickly strode forward.

After turning the corner, he glanced back quietly and found that Afen had already led his men away.

He turned and ran away.

When I rushed to the end, I didn't see the exit, but instead a curtain fell down.

Just listening to the noisy sounds coming from behind, Jackie Chan felt that he should be able to get out from here.

Jackie Chan quickly walked forward and opened the curtain a crack.

But the competition venue is already in front of him. If he walks out from here, he will go directly into the ring.

"How did I end up here!" Jackie Chan let go, ready to turn back and look for another place to leave.

But suddenly, someone patted his shoulder from behind.

Jackie Chan was startled and turned around quickly, thinking that he had been discovered by the Black Hand Gang.

But when he turned around, he saw a fat man in a suit, who looked like a host, standing behind him.

"The game is about to start, why are you still standing here?"

Chapter 16 Uncle Long! Are you coming to beat the Bull Warrior down?

The fat host in a suit and with two curly mustaches looked at Jackie Chan.

The latter was about to explain, but the host grabbed his arm without saying anything and dragged him towards the competition venue.

"and many more!"

Jackie Chan was grabbed by the arm by the host. He opened his mouth to say that he was not here to participate in the competition, but he was completely unable to react and was dragged onto the stage by the host.

The surrounding cheers were deafening and the lights were bright, so anything Jackie Chan wanted to say could not be heard.

After throwing Jackie Chan on the stage, the host walked aside and pulled the microphone away.

Then, he shouted with a bit of passion in his voice: "Welcome everyone!"

"Welcome everyone to watch the Mexican wrestling competition!"

"Next, the two masters in the wrestling arena tonight will compete with each other!"

Jackie Chan stood on the stage, somewhat at a loss.

He lay on the guardrail beside the ring, trying to see if he could climb down from here.

But at this moment, the host shouted loudly.

"They are Bullfighter-Wave!"

After saying that, the host pointed at Jackie Chan.

When Jackie Chan was pointed at, his body reacted faster than his brain and he stood up straight.

At the same time, the old referee standing behind him tore off his clothes.

"what?!"

Jackie Chan was startled by the old man's sudden action.

"How did he rip my clothes off?" Jackie Chan stood there in confusion, instinctively covering his chest with his hands.

The chilly feeling on his body, coupled with the stares from all around him, made it difficult for him to adapt.

Fortunately, the mask on his face was not removed, which somewhat soothed Jackie Chan's shame.

"Another one! The one who will never be defeated - the Bull Warrior!" The host extended his hand to the other side.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of warm cheers in the arena, and countless people were applauding this bull warrior who had won the wrestling championship for several consecutive years.

On one side of the ring, opposite Jackie Chan, the bull warrior in a red cloak raised his fists and responded to the people cheering for him.

He also had a gold belt around his waist with three gold medals on it that looked like golden eggs, indicating that he had obviously won three championships.

When the cheers in the arena died down a little, the Bull Warrior took off his red cloak and threw it on the ground.

He patted his chest suddenly, as if to cheer himself up, and then he slapped himself twice, the sounds were crisp and powerful.

This operation left Jackie Chan stunned.

It has to be said that he was stunned by the two slaps in the face from the Bull Warrior.

It was obvious that the other party was hitting himself, but he hit Jackie Chan so hard that he couldn't understand the situation.

Is this a necessary action before a wrestling match begins?

Jackie Chan was a little hesitant. Should he slap himself twice too?

"No, what was I thinking, why was I slapping myself!"

Jackie Chan's eyes moved, and suddenly he saw an octagonal stone inlaid in the center of the brow of the Bull Warrior's mask.

This regular stone looks very familiar, and there is a blue bull head mark printed on it.

"Bull Talisman!" Jackie Chan's eyes lit up.

At the same time, he noticed that after Bull Warrior slapped him twice in the face because of a disagreement.

The bull talisman embedded in the mask suddenly flashed an imperceptible faint light.

Jackie Chan saw it very clearly. He frowned and became cautious.

Because after the bull talisman released white light, Jackie Chan felt that the bull warrior on the opposite side seemed to have some different changes.

This change triggered the signal that he sensed danger.

This feeling of facing a crisis had never appeared even when he met the Black Hand Gang, but now he sensed it from the Bull Warrior.

At this time, the fat host was still holding the microphone tightly and giving a passionate speech: "The winner tonight will drink wine to celebrate his victory!"

"And the loser who loses the game will have his mask taken off in shame!"

"Now, let's start looking forward to tonight's game!"

While the host was speaking, Jackie Chan attempted to walk to the guardrail to see if he could slide down.

Unexpectedly, before he could take any action, the old man who tore his clothes pulled him back.

"The game is about to begin, pay attention to your opponent."

The hoarse voice of the old man sounded.

"Huh? There are also experts?"

Jackie Chan felt that the old man's hands were extremely strong and he was dragged away without any resistance.

What kind of strange strength is this?

Can everyone who works here be blessed by the cow talisman?

Although Jackie Chan is still unclear about the true power of the Bull Talisman.

However, the deterrence exuded by the Bull Warrior and the little old man with incredible strength beside him.

Jackie Chan felt that this might be related to the talisman.

Looking at Jackie Chan, who was the opponent of the Bull Warrior on the stage, Parker, who was sitting in the front row, couldn't help but say to Xiaoyu beside him with some disdain: "Where did they find such a small guy?"

Xiaoyu didn't pay much attention to the situation on the field. She was looking for Jackie Chan.

After hearing Parker's words, he looked up and guessed who was on the stage at a glance.

Her sullen face, which had originally shown her some anger that Jackie Chan would not go on stage to fight with Bull Warrior, instantly turned into one of surprise.

"Uncle Long?!" Xiaoyu's voice was very penetrating.

Jackie Chan, who had no intention of falling down as he was looking around vigilantly to see if the Black Hand Gang appeared, was attracted by the shouting and looked down at his niece.

He was stunned. He didn't expect Xiaoyu to be sitting next to him.

Recalling the past, he remembered that because Parker had a first-class ticket given by Bull Warrior, Xiaoyu sat in the first row with him.

"Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu stood up.