A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 552 Furniture Store God of War

From the street, it looks like an ordinary second-hand furniture store. In the spacious showroom, sofas, wardrobes and tables of all kinds are placed side by side and back to back.

Each old item comes with a small and exquisite piece of paper with specific information about the seller and the furniture.

The most eye-catching thing in the store is the antique chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling. It is said to date back to the last century and is very expensive.

Before Roger entered the store, he heard a crackling sound coming from inside. Through the window, he saw several burly men in suits fiercely besieging a medium-sized Asian man.

Although he was not as strong as his opponent, he was as agile as a cheetah, and every dodge was just right. He could even find opportunities to counterattack and beat the enemy back.

His hair was a bit long, his face was angular, and his arms were stretched to impressive dimensions, revealing amazing strength.

However, the most striking thing is his prominent nose.

"Wow, hello Uncle Long!" Rogge greeted him easily, as if the melee in front of him was just an ordinary tea party.

He casually pulled over an old-looking chair and sat down leisurely.

"Ah~" Uncle Long was startled when he heard the voice, thinking that Xiaoyu had sneaked over. He turned around and dodged a fierce straight punch, only to find that the person who greeted him was a strange young boy: "Hello..."

"The crows are on a plane!" Before he finished speaking, the fiery red-haired Ah Fu suddenly jumped up from the table.

Jumping high doesn't necessarily mean you can pee far, but it's definitely easier to hit your head. His head hit the ceiling hard, making a dull thud. Then, like a kite with a broken string, he fell to the ground in a mess, holding his head and rolling around in pain.

"0 points. Please keep up the good work." Rogge produced a sign with a big zero on it.

Zhou looked at Ah Fu rolling on the ground and couldn't help but add: "You were laughed at by a child."

Ah Fu felt his self-esteem was greatly damaged when he heard this. He suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted: "Carp stand, eagle claw, tight hug..."

He was like a ferocious bird swooping down from the top of a mountain, his hands shaped like eagle claws, his nails flashing cold light, grabbing towards Jackie Chan.

Uncle Long subconsciously stretched out his arms to block, but he didn't expect Ah Fu's eagle claws to directly tear his coat, revealing the white vest underneath.

"Wow, that hurts!" Uncle Long took a deep breath and waved his injured arm up and down.

Ah Fu had no intention of giving his opponent a chance to breathe. He moved more and more quickly, like a star player who had been practicing for two and a half years, and delivered a solid Iron Mountain Backbone.

The muscular right shoulder was like a wooden hammer, slamming heavily into Jackie Chan's arms. In the blink of an eye, Jackie Chan flew away.

The force of this blow was so great that it actually threw the boxer in a suit flying in the air. The thugs who were originally besieging him cried out in pain and were forced to act as human cushions.

The joy of victory made Ah Fu even more excited. His mouth seemed to be equipped with a motor, and he kept shouting out a series of powerful-sounding moves: "Rhino Charge, Long Arms in the Sky, Monkey Reaching for the Moon..."

"Afu really has unlimited skills." Roger smacked his lips. Every version has a new god, and every version has weakened Afu. "But Jackie Chan is invincible in the furniture store."

"The tiger hunts, the crocodile wags its tail..."

Jackie Chan sat back and used the sofa behind him to do a beautiful back flip. This move not only avoided Ah Fu's attack, but also helped him pick up a stool.

He held the stool in both hands, and his movements were smooth and flowing, as if he was performing a set of exquisite wooden man kung fu. While twisting and turning, he easily blocked Ah Fu's fierce and swift punches and kicks.

“Little brat, this is not the place you should be.” Zhou Yi wore a pair of bright yellow sports-style glasses and struck a pose that he thought was very cool.

"Sorry, sir, don't block me from watching the fight." Roger smiled and took out a stack of Helongs from his pocket and asked, "Also, can you do me a favor?"

Zhou's eyes were immediately attracted by the gold coins flying up and down between Roger's fingers. His attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he quickly said, "Ask quickly."

He stretched out his hand to grab the tempting gold coins in front of him, but he was always just a little bit short.

"Why did you fight?"

Zhou's expression suddenly became alert, and he shook his head firmly: "Change the question."

"Well, is the Bowei family still here?"

"Bowei?" Zhou muttered, frowning slightly. He turned his head and shouted to the people who were still fighting: "Afen, Lasu, do you know someone named Bowei?"

"Bowei???" The other two members of the three stupid thieves looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Jackie Chan seized the opportunity and jumped up flexibly by stepping on the shoulders of Ah Fen and La Su. He grabbed the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and kicked Ah Fu quickly to force him to retreat.

When Lasu saw the gold coins in Roger's hand, he immediately became greedy. He said fiercely: "Little devil, give me the gold coins, and then get out and find your mother."

He gave up the siege and reached out roughly to grab it.

Before Rogge could make a move, a figure suddenly appeared and easily snatched Garlon away from the air.

"What beautiful gold coins." A clear female voice sounded.

"Ah, our gold coins." The three stupid thieves exclaimed.

On the other side, Jackie Chan shouted in surprise: "Xiaoyu!??"

"Uncle Long, are you looking for me?" Xiaoyu stretched out her hand to greet him, as if she was called by Jackie Chan.

"Antelope take off!" Ah Fu seized the opportunity when Jackie Chan was distracted and flew up suddenly.

He shouted, "Hurricane Kick." The whole person spun in the air, and the attack came quickly and fiercely, kicking Jackie Chan directly towards Rogge.

"Hello, Uncle Long?" Roger saw Jackie Chan sliding along the floor and greeted him calmly, "Do you need any help?"

When Xiaoyu heard this name, she pulled Jackie Chan up and asked suspiciously, "Is he your nephew too?"

"I don't know." Jackie Chan rubbed his chest where he was kicked and tapped Xiaoyu's head. "Why are you here? Return the gold coins to her."

"Take it if you like to play with it. I have a lot here." Rogge said generously, shaking his wrist lightly.

In an instant, the remaining Garlons shot towards Ah Fu and others who were running towards them like shining darts.

The gold coins drew graceful arcs in the air, like several golden lightning bolts, leaving a series of sharp wind sounds in the air.

In a flash, Ah Fu reacted quickly and raised his arms in front of him: "Ostrich bury your head." He did avoid it, but the others were not so lucky. They were hit by the gold coins and screamed. The scene was in chaos for a while.

Seeing this, Jackie Chan immediately turned to Xiaoyu. He put his hands on Xiaoyu's shoulders and said earnestly, "Xiaoyu, stay here. I will take care of these people."

"Help keep an eye on her." He turned to Rogge, said briefly, and rushed into the enemy group again.

"Uncle Long, we are Team Long..." Her voice gradually became inaudible.

Seeing this scene, Roger felt a little familiar. He turned to Xiaoyu and showed a friendly smile: "Hello, meet Roger Travis." However, Xiaoyu turned away and ignored him deliberately. She said with a stern face: "Uncle Long told me not to talk to strangers, not to chew with your mouth open, and not to spit anything anywhere."

"Did they say not to take other people's things?"

"Not really." Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him, flicked her thumb, and the gold coin drew a graceful arc in the air, as if to be returned to him.

At the same time, she was about to quietly go up to help, but an irresistible force suddenly pressed on her shoulders, making her unable to move.

"Sorry, Uncle Long asked me to watch you." Roger's voice came from behind, with a hint of pride. His hand was firmly pressed on Xiaoyu's shoulder, like a small mountain.

Xiaoyu was not willing to give up. She immediately used a delicate grappling technique, grabbing the back of Roger's hand with her left hand, and her fingers accurately attacked the Hegu acupoint at the base of his thumb.

A sharp pain rushed along the nerves of Roger's arm to his brain, causing him to frown slightly. To Xiaoyu's surprise, Roger remained motionless, and the strength of her shoulder remained unchanged.

"I am a man of my word." Rogge shook his head, signaling her to stop struggling.

He thought to himself: Wouldn't it be a nice thing to quietly stand guard at the door and watch Jackie Chan show off his skills in the furniture store and defeat a group of people with all kinds of furniture?

This kind of lively and energetic scene can never be shown in movies. The tense and exciting atmosphere in reality is far more shocking than the scenes on the screen.

After Xiaoyu's repeated assurances, Roger finally let her go. Although this clever girl wanted to help at all times, she was held down by Roger after several attempts.

Seeing her frustrated look, Roger couldn't help but remind her: "Be careful, this second-hand furniture store is not as simple as it seems."

"You also know that they stole the emperor's jade?" Xiaoyu asked tentatively.

"Jade?" Roger muttered to himself, and a strange picture immediately emerged in his mind: each finger of the jade hand popped out a toothbrush, spoon, scissors, toothpick, and ear spoon in turn.

"I'm not here for the jade, isn't Dad here?"

Xiaoyu didn't answer, but looked at him more vigilantly.

The fight continued. Jackie Chan relied on his superhuman physical strength and superb skills to finally win after dozens of rounds of fierce fighting. Ah Fu and others were all knocked to the ground, unable to stop him.

"Awesome, he is indeed the furniture store god of war."

"Furniture store god of war? Are you talking about Uncle Long?"

"That's right." Rogge nodded firmly, his tone full of admiration, "Jackie Chan is simply invincible in this place. If it were made into a movie, it would definitely be a big hit."

At this moment, a round of applause interrupted their conversation. The wall suddenly moved back, revealing a hidden door. A man with four strands of white hair slowly walked out with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Mr. Jackie Chan, if it weren't for this unrest, I would welcome you to participate in the martial arts talent selection competition I hold every year." Basa often showed a fake smile that businessmen are accustomed to, with a hint of glibness in his voice, "We will definitely be able to contribute to charity."

"His hands are made of jade. Is it convenient for him to go to the toilet?" Rogge's voice broke the tense atmosphere. This seemingly nonsensical question stunned everyone.

"Who is this?"

"His name is..." Jackie Chan scratched his head. He seemed to have forgotten the young man's name, even though he seemed to have introduced him just now.

"Roger Travis." Roger stood up calmly and moved the stool away. He stared at Barca and said in a calm tone with a sense of oppression: "Is the Bowei family or Mr. Abel here?"

This sudden question stunned everyone present, and Xiaoyu retreated back to Jackie Chan vigilantly.

"Aren't you here to look for the Emperor's Jade?"

"I never said that." Roger shrugged, his tone frank and relaxed: "A friend told me that the Bowei family is here. You..."

He pointed at Basachang and said, "A jade thief disguised as a philanthropist appeared here, which made me suspicious of the Bowei family."

Barca's expression suddenly became solemn, but Rogge didn't care about his reaction. Instead, he continued to analyze:
"Logically speaking, they have their own skills and shouldn't covet the craftsmanship of the Jonker family. Unless..."

Roger smiled and made a somewhat fanciful guess: "Unless the Bowei family does not make wands, but is the carrier of wands."

"Magic wand?" Uncle Long and Xiaoyu exclaimed in unison, "Are you a wizard?"

"Yes, a student studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Roger nodded in acknowledgement and then pulled out a mysterious wooden stick.

A ray of white light shot out from the tip of the wand, and the broken pieces of furniture in the store quickly gathered together under the effect of magic and restored to their original state.

Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu stared at the scene in amazement, and Basa Chang's expression became even uglier.

"The Bowei family is in the door behind you, right?" Rogge took a step forward, and several vicious green lights suddenly shot out from behind the secret door, without caring about causing accidental injuries.

"Get out of the way!" Roger warned loudly, and shot out a levitation spell from his wand to control the big bed to smash towards the secret door, blocking the opponent's sight.

At the same time, he deftly kicked up several bamboo chairs at his feet. Although his movements were not as good as Jackie Chan's, it was more than enough to block the Unforgivable Curse.

"Get out. This is not a battle you can participate in." Rogge drew his sword with his left hand and quickly swung his wand with his right hand, drawing a series of complex trajectories.

Next, spells such as shattered into pieces, fluorescent flashes, blazing flames, and invisible swords shot into the secret door like colorful lasers.

Facing the oncoming wizard, Bassa's eyes flashed with confidence. He raised his mysterious jade hand and took a fighting stance.

bass!
A series of piercing noises echoed in the air, and his jade hand was cut by Rogge's sword, leaving a V-shaped crack. Although the jade hand was broken, it still held the opponent's cross sword tightly.

"A magical hand?" Rogge frowned and made a quick judgment. He let go of the hilt without hesitation, crossed his steps, and turned around quickly.

He did not run away, but at the moment of turning around, he suddenly spread out the wings of Daedalus. The metal wings were like a huge slap, and suddenly knocked Bassachang away. He hit the bookshelf heavily and lost consciousness for a while.

Jackie Chan protected Xiaoyu and did not leave immediately. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, wondering how the huge wings were hidden on Rogge.

"It's completely different from dad's air magic." Xiaoyu stared at his weapon excitedly and shouted, "Uncle Long, where is Hogwarts? Can I go to school there?"

"This..." Jackie Chan shook his head, "I've never heard Dad say that."

At this moment, several figures flashed in the illuminated secret room. Rogge immediately became alert and rushed in without hesitation.

Seeing this, Xiaoyu couldn't help but want to rush in to find out what was going on.

Jackie Chan was quick to act and hugged Xiaoyu, who was eager to try. "It's too dangerous. You have to ask Dad for support. We need..."

"You have to use magic to defeat magic." Although Xiaoyu was a little reluctant, she also understood that what Uncle Long said made sense. She nodded: "Okay, you have to be careful, Uncle Long!"

Watching Xiaoyu's back as she quickly left, Jackie Chan took a deep breath. He glanced at the pieces of the bamboo chair that were shattered by the green spell, and then he bent down to pick up a piece of table that was the right size and used it as a temporary shield.

Then, he pulled out Rogge's cross sword from his jade hand and stepped into the secret room illuminated by the fluorescent light like a knight.

(End of this chapter)