Tom Cat breaks through the dimensional wall.

[This month's 100 monthly tickets] 2000 more words

Including the updates I owed before, I currently owe a total of 30,000 words.

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But I remember it clearly and will definitely pay it back, so don't worry.

Chapter 158 Boss, Jackie Chan stole our cat!

"Jackie Chan, is the Immortal God's token in your hands now?"

His father's voice rang out again on the phone, bringing Jackie Chan back to his senses while he was still thinking.

Jackie Chan looked at the bronze sword wrapped in cloth beside him. Although he was not sure, he felt that the sword should be the token of the immortal god.

After all, Jackie Chan still remembers his memories of the Holy Lord in the Disha Temple.

"I'm still here, Dad."

Jackie Chan lifted the cloth and answered while looking at the bronze sword in front of him.

"That's good. The Undead God's token is very important. Don't lose it. It is the key to fighting against demons."

Listening to his father's words on the phone, Jackie Chan blinked and replied foolishly: "But Dad, this is someone else's stuff."

"Oh! Jackie Chan! Are you trying to piss off your dad to death? I told you that it's a key item to fight the devil! Now that you've got it, hurry up and bring Xiaoyu and the others back."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Jackie Chan to reply.

"I……"

Jackie Chan opened his mouth, heard the busy tone on the phone, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Just as I was about to put away my phone, my dad called again.

Jackie Chan hurriedly picked up the phone again and heard his father's voice.

"One more thing. I've received a reply to your paper submitted to World Archaeology Magazine. It will be published in next month's issue, and the remuneration has been sent along with it."

Hearing this, Jackie Chan's face suddenly showed joy: "Great!"

He had been studying ancient Egyptian writing and had some new ideas in this area, so he wrote a paper and published it in today's authoritative archaeology magazine.

Because the theory of that paper is very different from the current theory of ancient Egyptian, Jackie Chan was worried at first that the paper would not be accepted.

Now that my thesis has been approved and I have accumulated a lot of experience, the royalties I have received have also solved my urgent financial problem.

I mentioned this before when I was in Hong Kong, that Jackie Chan is rather short of money right now, even William knows about it and he made a special trip to see him.

Although the royalties are not much, at least they can sustain my life for a while.

Moreover, with papers and qualifications, you can also apply for some funds to continue academic research.

But archaeology is different from other fields. The ability to make money is too poor. I guess I still need to be careful in my future life.

But no matter what, it's a good thing.

Jackie Chan's smile had just appeared on his face, but his father's next words made it freeze.

"The dock workers just came to collect the mooring fee, but don't worry, your royalties are just enough to cover the expenses, and they have also paid off the debts you owed. So, come back early, and we'll talk about the demon matter when we meet."

After saying that, the old man hung up the phone again. Tom, who was squatting on the head of the gator, listened to the conversation between the two without missing a word, and couldn't help but pull his ears.

He sighed in a pretentious manner and glanced at Jackie Chan with an attitude that said, "The kid is not doing well and I, as the cat, need to work harder." Jackie Chan, who had just put away his phone, felt a headache again.

Under the gaze of a group of people in the room, Tom slowly climbed down the head of the alligator, walked slowly to a corner of the room, took out a typewriter from somewhere and placed it on the table, pulled over a chair, sat on it and began to type.

With the crisp sound of keyboards, lines of words were immediately typed on the white paper above the typewriter.

While typing, Tang Mu did not forget to turn his head and look at Jackie Chan with a melancholy look.

That expression seemed to be saying that this family is kept together because of me.

Poor little cat like me, I have to find a way to make money to support my family.

Jackie Chan and Tang Mu looked at each other for a while, and felt their heads hurt even more.

Although he couldn't figure out what this weird cat Tom was doing, the look in his eyes really made Jackie Chan helpless.

I always feel like it's thinking about something very rude.

"Don't worry about anything else, Xiaoyu and Tom, pack your things, we have to go back to Hong Kong quickly."

Jackie Chan decided not to dwell on Tom Mu's affairs.

After giving the order, he looked at the little snake who was observing them leisurely with his arms folded, and frowned, "You..."

"Don't think about sending me to the police station or asking me to turn myself in. I brought these things to you on purpose. Don't go too far. You are not an international policeman."

Xiaoshe spoke first, and combined with his father's previous phone call, Jackie Chan also realized the importance of these things.

This made Jackie Chan suddenly become less tough.

Seeing this, Xiaoshe raised his chin proudly and said, "I wasn't interested in these antiques before, but this time I received a commission from the mafia.

Since they can entrust me with a large sum of money, it means that they are very concerned about this matter. I guess those people have already arrived in India, so you should pay attention. "

Jackie Chan didn't expect Xiao She to say these to him. Now he had no way to force Xiao She to surrender, as he was a person who would easily become soft-hearted.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Jackie Chan looked at the little snake in confusion. Even now he still didn't understand why the little snake returned the things she had stolen.

"Because I am also interested in things related to demons."

The little snake smiled and pointed at Xiaoyu: "And Xiaoyu and I are good friends."

"Xiaoyu?!"

After hearing this, Jackie Chan turned around and looked at Xiaoyu, his expression a little out of control: "How can you be friends with a bandit?!"

"I'm a little angry when you say that."

The little snake said this with a relaxed tone, and even winked at Xiaoyu playfully.

"Wow! That's so cool!"

Xiaoyu didn't care what Jackie Chan said. She had just returned from the United States and thought it was all cool.

"No, Xiaoyu, that's not cool at all. You must not learn from her."

Jackie Chan was almost scared by the naughty Xiaoyu.

The little snake did not refute this.

After all, she herself knew that what she did was not a good thing, so it would be better for Xiaoyu not to learn from her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

At this moment, the sound of keyboard typing in the room suddenly stopped.

Tang Mu, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly shouted happily.

Jackie Chan and Xiao Snake looked over when they heard the sound and saw Tang Mu holding a stack of papers and stapling them together with a stapler.

With Tang Mu's hard work, he actually managed to produce a book in such a short time.

Of course, this is not the complete version. Tang Mu simply polished up Jackie Chan's events during this period and wrote the first half in advance.

Once Jackie Chan visits Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum, he will have accumulated enough material for the second half.

As Jackie Chan's first adventure album, "The Myth" does not have high requirements, as long as it can help him establish his fame.

Tang Mu is quite confident about this.

"By the way, is there something wrong with your cat?"

The little snake looked at Tang Mu dancing around, his head full of question marks.

This was the first time she had seen this kind of cat in her life.

After hearing Xiao She talk about Tang Mu, Jackie Chan did not refute her this time.

From the first moment he saw Tom, he felt that there was something wrong with this cat.

This was also one of the reasons why he didn't want to take in Tom at the time, but after the incident with Disha, Jackie Chan also realized that Tom was indeed a very special cat.

At this point, no matter what Tang Mu did, he wouldn't feel it was strange.

Jackie Chan was a little curious when he saw Tom showing off the book he wrote. He wanted to see what a cat could write.

The gharial is also very lively.

Seeing Tang Mu standing on the chair, shaking the bound book in his hand, he was immediately attracted and crawled over, shaking his body.

With a body over six meters long, it climbed directly onto the chair and tried to bite the manuscript in Tang Mu's hand.

Upon seeing this, Tang Mu immediately rolled the manuscript into a cylinder and hit the alligator on the head twice, forcing it to leave Tang Mu's side.

He looks aggrieved.

"Oh my god! I almost forgot about this crocodile. I have to send it back first."

Jackie Chan saw the alligator being beaten and crawled to Xiaoyu's side, and suddenly remembered the existence of this trouble.

The huge size of the Ganges crocodile looks even more terrifying when compared to Xiaoyu's height.

But Xiaoyu was obviously not afraid, and even touched the head of the alligator intimately: "Lulu, we can't take you home."

It's not known whether the Ganges crocodile understood or not, but it bit its upper and lower jaws together, making a crisp "click" sound of teeth colliding.

"I'm afraid we don't have that much time to make arrangements for this crocodile. As I said just now, the mafia has also come to India. I guess they are already heading here."

"If you pack up and leave right away, it should be just in time. If you still need to send this crocodile home, I guess there won't be enough time."

The little snake looked at everything in the room and gave a kind reminder.

Jackie Chan was also a little conflicted when he heard this.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Hearing someone knocking on the door, Jackie Chan was a little confused about who was coming, but the little snake narrowed his eyes, silently retreated to the windowsill and hid himself.

She suspected that someone from the Mafia had come.

He had just received a large deposit from the mafia, but they broke their promise, stole the entrusted items and ran away.

After all, even as a thief.

Here too she has failed.

Not only did he cheat the client, but he would never get any commissions from the circle again in the future, not to mention anything else.

Her reputation was completely ruined.

But it doesn’t matter. Little Snake is already tired of doing this job anyway.

It's a good opportunity to retire during this time.

Precisely because he is preparing to retire, Xiaoshe does not want to have direct contact with international criminal organizations such as the Mafia for the time being.

Especially since I had just cheated them out of money.

The little snake hid itself and wanted to wait and see what was happening.

Jackie Chan, who knew nothing about it, had already arrived at the door. Hearing the increasingly urgent knocks, he instinctively realized that something was wrong, but still responded, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

But just as I reached the door, the rapid knocking suddenly stopped.

Before Jackie Chan could react, there was a loud bang! The door in front of him was suddenly opened!

The door was knocked open and hit Jackie Chan in the face!

Jackie Chan reacted quickly, did two back flips, and landed lightly back in the room, looking towards the door with a vigilant look on his face.

There, three ferocious-looking men crowded at the door, cracking their knuckles, and walked in with hideous grins on their faces.

It turned out to be the Rasu trio of the mafia.

The tall and strong Lasu walked in front, highlighting a sense of oppression, trying to scare everyone in the room as soon as possible.

Lasu walked into the room first, followed by Azhou and Afen, who also controlled the bully's aura.

The momentum had just been raised, and Afen had even thought of what to say to intimidate them.

As a result, Lasu, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.