Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

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

Jackie Chan came back to his senses.

He didn't even pay attention to Xiaoyu.

But look at dad.

He stammered, babbled, and said, "Dad, you've never left your shop, and what about the research on dog spells?"

"A spell, damn~"

Dad stretched out his hand, leaned on the cabinet beside him, and waved his arms casually, looking indifferent.

"Then why should we rush? Isn't the whereabouts of the mysterious creature still being determined? There's nothing wrong with delaying the research on the dog charm for a while longer."

As he was speaking, it seemed that he was relying on his father.

The object on the highest point of the shelf suddenly fell sideways.

"Ah! Dad, your antique!"

Jackie Chan yelled.

Just about to pounce.

I saw my father narrow his eyes and glanced sideways behind him.

The body turns.

Put one foot on the chair to gain leverage.

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

The old man stood crouching, holding the antique in his hand, raising it above his head without shaking at all.

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

"Why do I feel like Dad is younger than me?"

Dad doesn't seem to be old anymore, and "energetic" is not enough to describe his current state.

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

Not even just one year older, but directly returned to his current age.

"Aha! I caught it!"

The old man lying on the ground had bright eyes and grinned.

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

An octagonal talisman with a puppy image printed on it also leaked out as it vibrated.

"Uh."

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

The two men didn't seem to notice and immediately stuffed the talisman back into their clothes.

Then he turned over and stood up with a somersault.

"Okay, what are we waiting for? Let's go!" The excitement on Dad's face could not be concealed.

"Uh uh..."

Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu stood there in confusion, watching their father start packing his things.

......

The top floor of Black Hand Building.

Jiang’s old nest for ten years.

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

"The computer shows that Jackie Chan has purchased three tickets to Bavaria."

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

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

Tru sat on a small stool holding a large bowl of water-stained fruits. He picked up one and was about to take a bite.

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

Looking at his two distinctive subordinates, Valon narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Afu, leave immediately. The organization's plane is waiting for you."

Ah Fu nodded politely.

Truze nodded casually and looked at the fruit in his hand again.

Just as he was about to take a big bite, he heard Valon say calmly, "Tru, you go with Afu. This time, you have to follow his command."

Walon took out an A4 paper with a photo of a person clearly printed on it.

It was Jackie Chan’s face.

He threw it out.

The paper floated up slowly and swirled in the air.

Ah Fu's eyes flashed, and his gaze suddenly became stern, like a falcon locking onto its prey.

Without any hesitation, he shot out like lightning, pushed the ground hard with his feet, and rushed out like a cannonball.

"The eagle pecks at the white paper!"

Ah Fu opened his hands and rolled over with the force of breaking the wind. When the paper was about to touch the bottom, he bit the A4 paper with his lips.

Standing up, he dusted off his body.

TRUE: Huh?

Valon immediately showed a look of satisfaction.

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

Hearing this, Ah Fu glanced at the portrait on the paper.

His eyes moved.

Suddenly, Ah Fu moved again.

He stomped his feet and leapt back to Tru's side.

Hook your toes.

The large bowl containing Tru's food was kicked away, and the fruit fell to the ground.

One of the giant 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 level with Tru's face.

Ah Fu punched the cantaloupe.

This caused it to explode directly, with debris flying everywhere, juice splashing everywhere, and the melon pulp and fruits all splattered on Tru's face.

"Buer...what are you doing?" Tru was confused, as if someone had released something on his face, his face was a mess.

He sat on his little bench in a daze.

"Not bad, not bad." Valon clapped his hands slowly in praise, turned around and left, "Take your skills and fly to Bavaria now!"

"Yes, master." Ah Fu replied.

Tru also quickly raised his butt, the bench fell down with a clatter, and stood up: "Yes, Master!"

......

A small town square.

"Oh! God, Bavaria, here I am again."

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

Not far from them.

There is a towering clock tower ticking away the hours and years.

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

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

Jackie Chan had a serious look on his face.

He looked straight ahead, carefully watching the situation around him, while striding forward and muttering instructions to Xiaoyu.

"You have to stay with daddy obediently, got it?"

"Don't run around, don't cause trouble for dad and others. Dad is old, don't bother him."

"Xiaoyu..."

"Xiaoyu???"

Jackie Chan talked on and on for a long time, but no one answered or paid any attention to him.

Turned his head and looked.

Jackie Chan's mouth twitched.

He found that his father was holding Xiaoyu's hand at this time, and had ignored him and walked to the other side.

My dad now acts like a teenager, passionate and energetic.

He stood on the street, and the missing patches of hair had grown back, becoming full and fluttering in the wind.

Dad looked happy, and his eyes were surprisingly bright in his deep eye sockets.

He bent down and said to Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu, did you know that there is hip-hop music in Bavaria? Don't you like it? We can go and listen to it together and dance to it!"

"Huh? Really, Dad?"

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