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“You two each possess half of the talisman.”
"You two must become one, and become Jackie Chan."
One of them, Jackie Chan, stood with his hands on his hips, a wicked smile on his face, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
"You want me to become a crybaby? No way!"
The other Jackie Chan appeared somewhat timid, waving his hands repeatedly.
"Please don't! This guy's loud burping is so wicked!"
"squeak--!"
The screeching sound of tires screeching echoed in front of the antique shop.
Lin Ci and the members of the Black Hand Gang got out of a black van.
He looked at the antique shop sign and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
We've finally reached this important plot point.
Chapter 5 Lin Ci is even more "evil" than Jackie Chan.
Lin Ci tilted her head slightly at Tru, who stood beside her like a mountain.
"True, go break down the door."
Tru received the order, grinned, and charged forward.
The poor wooden door of the antique shop was instantly shattered into pieces.
Tru stormed into the store and roared in a powerful voice.
"Jackie Chan, hurry up and..."
Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow kicked out with a powerful gust of wind.
Evil Jackie Chan delivered a clean and decisive flying kick, striking Tru squarely in the chest.
Tru's massive body was sent flying backward by the kick, crashing heavily to the ground.
Ah Fen poked his head in from outside the door.
"Hey, he hasn't finished speaking yet."
Lin Ci's gaze locked onto the arrogant-looking Evil Dragon.
He held up two fingers and beckoned to Evil Jackie Chan.
"Come on, let's give it a try."
Jackie Chan scoffed disdainfully.
"You too?"
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already turned into a blur, and a fierce flying kick was aimed straight at Lin Ci's face.
Lin Ci simply shifted his body slightly and easily dodged the attack.
The two immediately started fighting.
Their fists and feet clashed, producing a dull thud.
However, the space inside the antique shop was too cramped, and Lin Ci was well aware of Jackie Chan's reputation as the "God of Furniture Stores".
While parrying, he skillfully guided Evil Dragon's attack direction.
A blue-and-white porcelain vase was struck by Evil Jackie Chan's elbow and shattered on the ground.
Lin Ci used the momentum to push a rosewood chair towards E Chenglong, only to have it kicked apart by the latter.
The old man was heartbroken as he watched the priceless antiques crumble into pieces during the fight, his voice trembling with pain.
"Oh my! Dad's Ming Dynasty vase!"
"Don't touch that chair! It's made of Phoebe zhennan wood!"
"Oh dear! My Han Dynasty ceramics! You two robbers!"
Evil Jackie Chan shook his hand, and his eyes looked at Lin Ci with a hint of excitement.
"You're really nice, I'm starting to like you."
Lin Ci chuckled and dusted off his shoulders.
"But I think you're just average."
Evil Jackie Chan scoffed lightly, his gaze sweeping around the store before landing on Zhou, who was trembling.
He took a liking to Zhou's black leather jacket and sunglasses.
“I think if I dress like that, you’ll think I’m special.”
After saying that, he rushed towards Zhou and quickly ripped off Zhou's leather jacket and sunglasses.
He also beat up Ah Fen, who was standing next to him, while he was at it.
Ah Fen clutched his stomach and collapsed to the ground, his face contorted in pain.
"I think Jackie Chan seems particularly irritable today."
Zhou, shirtless, looked like he was about to cry but had no tears.
"He's a complete pervert! He came up here and tried to rip off people's clothes! Brother Lin, beat him to a pulp!"
Lin Ci glanced at the doorway.
He calculated the time; Shan Chenglong should have already been chased far away by Rasu and the others.
It's time to end this farce.
"Alright, I'm not playing with you anymore."
Jackie Chan put on a leather jacket, sunglasses, and struck what he thought was a cool pose.
"But I haven't had enough fun yet, I need this kind of provocation!"
Lin Ci stopped talking nonsense.
His figure disappeared instantly.
Evil Chenglong felt a blur before his eyes, a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and then everything went black before he lost consciousness.
Lin Ci knocked him unconscious with a precise chop to the neck, the movement clean and swift.
"True, carry it, let's go."
Tru, who had just gotten up, rubbed his chest and stepped forward to hoist the unconscious Evil Dragon onto his shoulder.
The group then strode away.
Valon's office.
Evil Jackie Chan was firmly locked to a metal chair.
Valon looked at him, a hint of confusion on his face.
"Only half a talisman, but it's better than nothing. Now, tell me quickly where District Thirteen is, or else I'll..."
"Jingle Bell!"
The video phone on the table suddenly rang.
Valon answered the phone impatiently.
"What is it?"
Rasu's silly face appeared on the screen.
"We've caught Jackie Chan, boss."
Valon paused for a moment.
“I know, he’s right here with me.”
Rasu scratched his head, looking puzzled.
"No way, he's right here."
He turned the camera behind him.
On the screen, Shan Chenglong was tied up, but he had a kind smile on his face and waved at the camera.
"Hi, how are you guys?"
Valon was completely dumbfounded.
Just then, the ancient voice of the Holy Lord rang out once more.
"Tigers can balance the conflicting forces among all things in the world."
"If Jackie Chan splits it in two, then he himself will also be split into two sides: good and evil."
Valon frowned.
"So how can we distinguish between good and evil?"
"Hahahahaha!"
A burst of laughter came from the other side.
All they could see was Evil Dragon telling jokes to Ah Fen and Zhou with great enthusiasm.
Why is natural rubber white, but tires are black?
Ah Fen asked curiously.
"why?"
Evil Jackie Chan smiled smugly.
"Because black runs fast!"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
Ah Fen and Zhou laughed so hard they almost fell over.