Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Jackie Chan closed the door carefully and peered into the antique shop.

At this moment, one of the rooms is dark and the lights are not on. There are a lot of clutter around, and the moonlight outside the window cannot penetrate through and shine in, so it appears quite dim.

"no one?"

Jackie Chan frowned, stood in the dark, and did not act rashly.

The only bright spot in the whole house was in Dad's study.

Jackie Chan knew that it must be the light from the old light bulb on his father's desk.

Moreover, the light bulb was restrained into a column by a circle of dark plastic baffles, and the light could only shine on Dad's desk, so the room was very dark, and only that area was lit.

"Dad was taken away. At least there should be no shield in the study, otherwise those people should be able to find it."

The shield was so large that even if the light from the study could not spread out, it would obviously be easily noticed.

"So, Dad said he threw his shield to one side, which side?"

Jackie Chan stared at the hall, and after observing for a while, he was sure that there was no one nearby. Then he carefully walked around the antiques that had just been delivered and were placed in a messy manner and had not yet been put away, and began to search through them.

However, after searching for a while, I found nothing.

"Will dad leave me behind?" Jackie Chan looked at a screen and stretched out his hand to pull it casually.

"Hi, Uncle Long!"

The sudden crisp sound almost scared Jackie Chan so much that he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

Looking at the short and thin figure in front of him, Jackie Chan took a breath of cold air, quickly covered his heart, and took a big step back.

"Xiao, Xiaoyu? Why are you here?!"

Jackie Chan looked carefully and found that the person standing in front of him was his niece, Chen Xiaoyu, who had just come to America!

He couldn't help but look surprised.

Xiaoyu, who was wearing an orange sweatshirt and red sneakers, smiled and said, "I must have come down the stairs. This is the first floor!"

"Of course I know this is the first floor! I mean, weren't you in District 13 just now? I even asked Blake to take care of you!" Jackie Chan glared.

Xiaoyu shrugged: "Oh no, that bald man didn't want to take me in, so I came back."

"What? How is this possible..." Jackie Chan was stunned, "No, this is not the point! The point is, you must go back to your room immediately!"

"Go up the stairs!" Jackie Chan added.

"Ah? No, Uncle Long, I know what you are looking for. Aren't you looking for that shield?" Xiaoyu said coquettishly.

"How do you know I want to..." Jackie Chan's face darkened, "Did you eavesdrop on my phone call with my dad?"

"That's not eavesdropping! You were talking so loudly that I could just hear it!" Xiaoyu pouted, then turned her body to show Jackie Chan what was behind her.

Jackie Chan took a look and, with the help of the dim moonlight, he saw a round shield lying at Xiaoyu's feet.

"Shield?!"

"I helped you find this shield, and you must have me stay by your side!" Xiaoyu grabbed the shield with a cunning smile on her lips.

"No!" Jackie Chan refused decisively.

The corners of Xiaoyu's mouth that had just risen fell again: "How can this be? I found the shield for you!"

"I don't care, you have to listen to me. Now go back to your room and go to sleep!" Jackie Chan grabbed the shield and turned to leave, "Remember to go up the stairs!"

Jackie Chan seemed to have made up his mind. He turned around and left without even looking at her.

Xiaoyu narrowed her eyes and put her hands in her pockets: "Oh, in that case, then okay."

Leave the antique shop.

Jackie Chan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Xiaoyu didn't catch up with him.

"This girl, why is she so restless?"

Shaking his head, Jackie Chan realized that time was running out, so he ran again and rushed to the tallest building near the antique shop.

Somewhere in the shadows on the street.

In the inky darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared.

Watching Jackie Chan running away.

"I am also impressed. How can an archaeologist hold a shield made entirely of gold and run all the way without even taking a breath?"

Jiang Shi Ninja was speechless after seeing this scene with the help of the Black Shadow Ninja's eyes.

He wanted to try to let the Black Shadow Ninja attack Jackie Chan, but after thinking for a moment, he felt that if he really did that.

Jackie Chan might burst out with terrifying power and explode directly because he was worried that something might happen to his father who was tied up by Tru.

It is still uncertain what will happen next.

and......

"The shield is really not important."

The blood-red eyes disappeared, the shadows squirmed, and everything returned to silence.

"call!"

Jackie Chan ran downstairs of the building holding the shield in one breath.

The moonlight fell all over the field, and visibility on the street was high, but it was extremely deserted.

Jackie Chan raised his head and looked towards the top floor.

He just stepped in through the back door.

Suddenly, a childish voice made him stumble.

"Uncle Long, is Dad in this building?"

"Xiaoyu?!"

"This building looks like it's dozens of meters high. If Dad falls from here, oh my! Uncle Long, let's go up and save him!"

Xiaoyu gave the suggestion and tried to walk into the building, but Jackie Chan grabbed her neck and pulled her back.

"Xiaoyu! Didn't I tell you to go back to your room and sleep? Why are you so disobedient?"

Jackie Chan glared at Xiaoyu, but the latter looked at him pitifully: "Uncle Long, an hour will be up soon, and it's dangerous for me to go back alone now~"

“…” Jackie Chan’s eyes darkened.

He exhaled a few deep breaths, his eyes wide open, staring at Xiaoyu, "You just hide yourself here, and you are not allowed to go anywhere! Do you hear me?!"

Seeing Jackie Chan's firm tone, Xiaoyu looked disappointed, and then saluted Jackie Chan: "I know, I promise!"

Wait for Jackie Chan to enter the building.

Xiaoyu stood there, looking up at the towering buildings, and suddenly smiled.

"But I'm not a Boy Scout."

Chapter 6 How dare you play tricks on Tru! Say goodbye to your dad!

"Teng Teng Teng"

Jackie Chan rushed into the building and went straight up the stairs.

Every step you take can take you up six or seven steps.

Just like that, Jackie Chan ran up to the height of nearly twenty floors holding a pure gold shield.

However, as he was sprinting upwards, Jackie Chan was a little confused: "Why did these people bring Dad here? Aren't they tired of tying people up and climbing the stairs?"

Rushing up level by level, Jackie Chan has already reached the top level.

He pushed the door open and rushed into the rooftop.

At first glance, I saw a burly guy like a bear standing on the edge of the rooftop, with one hand on his father's shoulder.

Dad was thin and a little hunchbacked. Standing next to Tru, he looked like a little chick with silver hair.

His hair was sparse, his forehead was broad and covered with deep wrinkles, his eyes were small but sharp, and he was not panicked even though he was tied up.

Seeing Jackie Chan rushing out, Tru turned his even smaller eyes and locked onto the other person, his gaze focused, and it was unclear whether he was looking at Jackie Chan or the golden shield in his hand.

"Bring the shield!" Tru stood there like a mountain. He pressed down his thin father, looked fiercely and shouted at Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan looked at his father worriedly and found that his face looked even paler under the moonlight. His heart skipped a beat and he raised the shield in his hand and slowly walked towards Tru.

"I'll give you the shield, don't hurt Dad!"

"Stop talking nonsense and bring me the shield!" Tru ignored Jackie Chan.

However, the latter did not give up on talking, as he also needed to distract Tru's attention.

"What on earth does your boss want this shield for? Even though it's a whole piece of gold, there's no need to go to this extent, right? And there might just be a piece of iron inside it?"

After he found the shield in the ruins today, people from the Black Hand Gang kept showing up, trying to steal it away.

After several twists and turns, he finally handed the shield to his father, but he didn't expect that the other party would find this place directly!

"Give me the shield!" Tru said coldly, "As long as you give it to me, your father will return to you safe and sound. Don't think about any cool tricks, otherwise you will only be able to piece your father out of a pile of meat paste!"

Jackie Chan's eyelids twitched.

His father just called him and said that there seemed to be some very terrifying spell on the shield. If others heard it, they would definitely not believe it, but he has been with his father for so many years, so he naturally knows that there really are some inexplicable things in this world!

He didn't want the shield to fall into the hands of these bad guys, otherwise who knows what they would do with the shield!

But now the situation is pressing and he has to face reality.

No matter what, Dad can't just ignore it!

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, I..."

Jackie Chan hadn't finished speaking when, from his angle, he suddenly saw a small figure with half of its head sticking out from the safety passage opposite.

Xiaoyu?!

Why is she here!

The moment Jackie Chan saw Xiaoyu, he felt furious.