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A strong, pungent odor instantly filled the enclosed carriage.
Xiaoyu's nose immediately wrinkled up, and she almost pressed herself against the car window.
"Dad, I hate the smell of garlic!"
The old man chewed as he mumbled a lecture.
"Xiaoyu, eating more garlic is good for your health."
Xiaoyu made a face at him and stuck out her tongue.
"No way!"
The old man smiled indulgently and continued to enjoy his lunch.
"Ding Ding Ding!"
The shrill ring of the telephone shattered the tranquility inside the car.
Jackie Chan pressed the answer button.
"Hello, Sheriff Black, it's me."
The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and tense, and Jackie Chan's expression changed drastically.
His voice suddenly rose in pitch.
"Okay! I'll be right back!"
Jackie Chan abruptly hung up the phone.
"Dad, something terrible has happened! Sheriff Blake said he saw on the security camera that a lot of men in black have broken into our house. They look like thieves!"
Dad forgot to eat the sandwich in his hand.
"Oh dear! Then hurry up and drive back! What's Tru doing at home?!"
Jackie Chan said no more and stepped on the gas pedal.
The car roared and shot forward.
The screeching sound of tires shattered the tranquility of the street.
The car braked suddenly in front of the antique shop and came to a smooth stop.
The immense inertia shoved the old man in the back seat forward, nearly causing him to crash into the front seat.
"Who told you to drive so fast!"
The old man adjusted his glasses and complained with dissatisfaction.
Jackie Chan spread his hands with an innocent expression.
"Dad, I've already told you to wear your seatbelt in the car."
There was no time to argue.
The three of them quickly got out of the car and rushed into the store.
The brass bell on the door rang out with a clear, crisp sound.
The sight inside the store stunned them.
Everything is still the same as before; nothing has changed.
That massive, mountain-like figure was standing behind the counter.
Holding a soft cloth in her hand, she carefully wiped a blue and white porcelain vase.
Tru greeted them with a warm, honest smile.
"Sir, you're back."
The old man looked around, his brow furrowed.
"True, have many men in black come to our store?"
Tru scratched his shiny bald head in confusion.
"No, sir. I've always been in the shop by myself; no one has come here."
The old man immediately turned to look at Jackie Chan.
"It seems the bald sheriff is playing us for a fool."
Jackie Chan quickly offered an explanation.
"That's impossible. Sheriff Black wouldn't joke about something like this. He clearly said he saw it on the security camera..."
The old man waved his hand, interrupting him directly.
"It seems that high technology isn't so useful after all; magic is still the most reliable."
"Alright, Dad's going back to his study now."
After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and slowly walked away.
Tru looked on in utter bewilderment at the scene.
"What happened?"
Jackie Chan sighed helplessly.
"Since nothing's wrong, then it doesn't matter."
He also prepared to go back to his room to rest.
A loud, clear scream suddenly rang out from the study.
"Hey! Jackie Chan!"
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Jackie Chan's heart sank.
It was my father's voice.
And it was the kind of desperate, frantic scream.
He dared not delay for a moment and rushed towards the study.
The moment he pushed open the beaded curtain, Jackie Chan froze on the spot.
The scene before us can no longer be described as chaotic.
It was like a tornado destroying the parking lot.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of old paper mixed with dust.
Countless precious ancient books were roughly torn off the bookshelves.
They were carelessly discarded on the ground like trash, their pages torn and covers damaged.
Jackie Chan's pupils suddenly contracted.
In every corner of the study, a dozen or so men dressed in black ninja outfits were clinging to the bookshelves, continuing their frantic search.
Those guys moved silently, only their scarlet eyes flashing in the dim light, exuding an inhuman coldness.
"who are you!"
Jackie Chan let out an angry shout.
The black-clad ninjas seemed not to hear them at all, not even bothering to turn their heads.
They continued searching on their own, with a clear goal and extremely high efficiency.
Jackie Chan's anger was completely ignited.
He launched a flying side kick, a clean and swift motion, and slammed it into the nearest ninja.
The ninja fell to the ground immediately.
This was as if they had stirred up a hornet's nest.
All the black-clad ninjas in the study paused in unison.
Countless scarlet gazes instantly locked onto Jackie Chan.
A group of ninjas leaped down from the bookshelves and silently surrounded Jackie Chan.
The rest of the people continued searching for the unknown book.
Just then, Tru and Xiaoyu arrived after hearing the commotion.
When Tru saw what those ninjas looked like, his usually honest face became unusually solemn.
"Black Shadow Corps!"
Without the slightest hesitation, his massive body charged forward like an out-of-control tank.
He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and grabbed a ninja's ankle.
Like pulling a chick, she easily yanked him off the bookshelf and tossed him into the corner.
One after another.
Tru's fighting style is simple and brutal, yet exceptionally effective.
"Oh dear! Tru!"
The old man clutched his head and let out a heart-wrenching wail.
"Watch out for Dad's antiques!"
Tru paused, turned around, and revealed a simple and apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry, sir."
It was that brief moment of distraction.
The remaining shadowy ninjas seized the opportunity and surged forward like a tidal wave.
He tackled Tru's massive body to the ground and pinned him down with his body.
Just then, a ninja standing on the top bookshelf seemed to have found something.