American Comics: BOSS Invasion

A Fu whispered, "Really? Why didn't I feel anything? Is it possible that Big Brother Valmont is just having a nervous breakdown!"

"Breakdown? Breakdown! I'll give you a breakdown! Breakdown!"

Valmont, who had been suppressing the violence in his heart, instantly erupted, grabbing several pieces of art and throwing them one after another.

With each throw, he hurled an insult, causing A Fu to scurry away, shielding his head.

Rassou and the others laughed gleefully at his misfortune.

"And you lot! What are you laughing at!" Valmont roared.

The others immediately fell silent.

Shendu said in a deep voice, "Losing your temper is the most useless thing to do. Although we face many difficulties this time, it's not without its advantages.

At the very least, Jackie Chan and that old man who understands magic haven't come, and I have a clear sense of the twelve talismans, allowing me to roughly pinpoint their locations. You should know what this means."

Valmont's eyes lit up.

"So, once we collect all the talismans, we can take over this world?"

Shendu's eyes flashed red, as if with a deeper meaning, and said, "That's right! Take over the world!"

With a flash of red light, a pool of shadow suddenly spread across the floor, and a dozen black-clad ninjas appeared.

"Act tonight. Divide into four groups and retrieve the four talismans within New York!"

A Fu laughed loudly, "Hahaha, finally it's my turn to show off my power! Ouch!"

Having been complacent for only a few seconds, he suddenly saw Valmont's gaze, and A Fu instantly wilted.

Although it wasn't shown in the animation, the Dark Hand is, after all, a criminal organization, and Valmont is the undisputed boss.

The people under him all held him in awe, but they just didn't usually show it.

This sudden incident made them all feel that Valmont seemed to have gained a strange power, and every time they met his gaze, they felt an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Therefore, even a kung fu expert like A Fu couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

Rassou and the others exchanged glances, but didn't say anything.

Compared to the simple-minded A Fu, they were more cunning and wicked.

At this moment, they were probably plotting something bad.

Although they were with Shendu, they also knew the magic of the talismans.

What they loved most was still robbery.

If they could enjoy themselves in the new world with the power of the talismans, why bother having a few mothers-in-law over their heads?

The few exchanged glances and knew that the others were thinking the same thing.

Valmont considered it for a moment and nodded, "Let's do it that way. Everyone splits up and meets here in two hours. You…"

He glanced at the few with a sharp look, and they immediately shivered.

"…don't cause any unnecessary trouble for me."

"Yes! Boss!" the few replied in unison.

Two blocks away, an old antique shop suddenly sounded an alarm.

In the empty shop, an antique-style shield floated up, glowing faintly.

A few black shadows appeared. A Fu cautiously peeked left and right, waited for nearly a minute, and didn't hear the siren. He scratched his head inexplicably and suddenly punched the door to pieces.

"No wonder it's the Chaos District. The alarm has been going off for so long and no police have come. That's not surprising, but why aren't there any street heroes? I wanted to spar with them!"

The Shadow Ninjas turned a deaf ear and went straight in to take down the floating shield.

A Fu took the shield, glanced at the Rooster Talisman embedded in the center, muttered to himself, and floated up.

"That's right, it's this one!"

A Fu smashed the shield in half with a punch, grabbed the Rooster Talisman, waved his hand and said, "We got it, let's go!"

The Shadow Ninjas immediately sank into the ground.

He ran forward two steps, then suddenly turned back to pick up the broken shield. He carefully looked at the joint, touched his head, and said in a daze, "Something's not right. I can actually break the shield! Heavens, has my martial arts finally reached completion? Has it finally reached completion?"

Just as he was excited, a lazy siren sounded in the distance.

It was like a speaker without electricity, moaning without illness.

A Fu shivered, directly activated the Rooster Talisman, tapped his toes lightly, and the whole person quickly scurried up to the roof. After a few leaps, he quickly disappeared.

…

On this thousand-square-foot open space, the vicissitudes of life and the seven emotions and six desires were intertwined, exceptionally dazzling.

The two burly men guarding the door simply glanced and ignored him.

This was an open venue, anyone could come, even the police sometimes came to gamble a little. As long as a large number of police didn't come, the organizers didn't care about the identity of the guests.

At this time, a match had just ended, and a strong man with a wrestler's mask on his face was raising his arms high to face the audience.

The audience cheered wildly, "Wrestler, wrestler, wrestler!"

The host was trembling all over, and shouted in a tone of seeing a superstar, "Ladies and gentlemen, 31 consecutive victories, this is our Devil Wrestler. Darlings, cheer!"

"Wrestler, wrestler, wrestler!"

The audience cheered wildly, waving the tickets in their hands, with exaggerated smiles on their faces.

The organizer had a dark face, and a few people in suits were standing outside the ring, talking to the wrestler with a threatening expression.

It seemed like they were threatening him, that the next match must be carried out according to plan, otherwise they would kill him!

The wrestler didn't care and ignored them at all.

Rassou saw the Ox Talisman on the wrestler's mask at a glance. He shrugged his shoulders: "It seems that the carriers of these 12 talismans haven't changed at all. That's good news!"

He turned and walked to the rostrum, simply exchanged a few words with the organizer.

The other party nodded quickly, asked a few questions, and then Rassou lazily pointed backwards.

Behind him, a jet-black ninja stood there coldly with his arms crossed.

The other party's eyes lit up, quickly counted out a stack of banknotes and slapped them into Rassou's hand.

Two minutes later, the host's voice spread throughout the audience again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, at this exciting moment, I want to announce an exciting news.

We have found the 32nd challenger, yes, you heard me right, the 32nd challenger, he is a ninja from mysterious East Asia!

Let us welcome the Killing Ninja!"

The scene cheered wildly!