Zongman: Complete Guide to Characters

"Mr. Jackie Chan welcomes you."

"Oh - thank you for your hospitality, I appreciate it very much."

The young man with neat black short hair, wearing a blue short-sleeved sweater and tan pants, had a rare sincerity and simplicity on his face. He shook the receptionist's hand warmly and cordially, shaking it up and down, "Hello, hello. Then, I would like to ask. Where is the... assistant mage?"

The red-haired magical girl Yoko, who had been standing quietly on the side, looked solemn. She stepped forward, bowed, and explained in a formal manner: "Hello, Mr. Jackie Chan. Welcome to come from afar. I am an official combatant of the ninth team of the Rose Group, Asahi Yoko, and I am at your service."

"Okay, what a polite child..." Jackie Chan nodded with a smile, and reached out to touch Asahi Yoko's head, smiling as amiably as a brother next door.

The latter's mouth twitched, and she looked at the young man in speechless eyes. She wanted to swear, but her boss beside her coughed, so she had to hold it back, and her face suddenly twisted.

"Good kid...wait! You let a child get involved in something like this??!"

Jackie Chan, whose reaction time was quite slow, realized something and widened his eyes. He pointed in astonishment at Asahi Yoko who was looking at him expressionlessly.

He rubbed his eyes, turned his head and looked at the black-clad staff in front of him in disbelief, and spread his hands, "This is inhumane! This child is not even much older than my niece!"

"Mr. Jackie Chan, we have our own situation, not to mention that this kid is not weak."

The official person in charge had known Mr. Jackie Chan's personality beforehand, and some people in the organization had predicted his reaction.

So he began to explain calmly, nodding to Asahi Yoko.

The girl curled her lips speechlessly. She never expected that she, who had been arrested and taken to the central government for causing destruction everywhere, would one day need to actively prove her destructive power to others.

She felt a little helpless, but it was work after all, so she had to do it.

She looked at the pile of steel pipes that had been prepared in advance and took a step forward.

Asahi Yoko stood there, the sunlight shining on her, covering her with a golden glow.

The magic power spread around her body, and the official uniform turned into a battle suit belonging to the magical girl "Asahi Yoko". The hem of her skirt danced without wind, swaying gently with her breathing.

She flattened her palm and raised it high.

The assistants hiding in the dark also exerted their strength at the same time, and an inexplicable aura gathered around her. At this moment, it seemed as if everything around her was still at this moment, and only her figure was moving.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, her eyes were firm and focused, she took a deep breath, and her expression was solemn, as if she was preparing for the miracle that was about to come.

The next moment, the white palm suddenly clenched into a fist.

At the same time, a loud noise shook the entire space.

"boom--"

It was a deafening sound of metal breaking.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound. The originally straight and hard steel pipe seemed to be controlled by some huge force, as if it was slapped into a discus by an invisible hand.

The people around deliberately arranged to cooperate in exclaiming. Of course, some of them were also genuine amazement from people who didn't know much about the mysterious power.

Asahi Yoko, who was being watched, had no expression on her face. She just calmly bowed to the stunned young man and stepped back.

"Well--?"

Jackie Chan stood there in a daze, his mouth open so wide that an egg could fit in it.

"As you can see, Mr. Jackie."

The person in charge remained calm, smiled slightly and spoke slowly to him.

"Oh - girls of our age don't have that much strength. No, she didn't even touch it..."

Jackie Chan stepped forward to observe the twisted steel pipe, his expression still stunned.

Could such a young girl be a magician?

"Oh!! That's awesome! Can I learn this? Can I learn this? Oh my god, this is so cool! Please!"

A young and lively female voice burst out from somewhere.

Hearing this rather abrupt voice, everyone was stunned.

"Xiaoyu! What's wrong with you? Didn't I tell you... Oh-my God, where are you?"

Jackie Chan quickly came to his senses and slapped his forehead helplessly and speechlessly.

He had really gotten used to his elusive niece.

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The zipper was pulled open, and a girl with black hair and amber eyes crawled out of the travel bag.

"Hehe——Uncle Long! What a coincidence!"

The girl stood up and looked around, facing her uncle who was staring at her.

She blinked, then crossed her hands behind her back as if a little embarrassed, twisted her body, and pretended to be pitiful.

"Hehe...you are here too...Uncle Long..."

Yeyue and A Ling were waiting in the distance.

Although Ling would obey the central government's orders, there was no big deal that she couldn't handle, and she wouldn't do things like picking up passengers at the airport.

Asahi Yoko, who had nothing to do for the time being, walked towards the two of them.

"Is Yoko's ability some kind of control?"

Worried about surveillance recordings when she was in someone else's place, Yeyue relied on the connection to contact Ling.

"It should be a summons."

Although it was hidden very well, it could not be hidden from Ling who possessed similar causal skills.

The moment Yoko used her ability, she could feel a special causal force appearing in the air. This kind of causal force can only be achieved between a slave and a master.

However, this ability is likely only visible to Asahi Yoko herself, the summoner.

Asahi Yoko came in front of the two of them, put down her pretentious attitude, drooped her shoulders, and sat down cross-legged on the ground without any hesitation, not even minding the dirt.

"I really, really hate my job!!!"

She tried to control her voice, slapped her knee and growled in frustration.

After leaving the "stage", she felt as if a fire was burning on her cheeks and she felt extremely irritated when she thought about her own pretense just now.

Damn it! If someone she knows sees her, she'll be dead!

"It's okay." Yeyue didn't think anything was wrong.

"It's very embarrassing." Ling complained seriously with a blank expression.

Snapped--

Asahi Yoko slapped herself in the face, her ears burning, she gritted her teeth, and uttered word after word: "I hate it! I hate my damn job!!"

"Don't die yet."

A Ling advised seriously.

She will be needed in the next battle.

Yeyue patted A Ling's shoulder helplessly.

The latter looked at him puzzledly.

This child is just too honest.

The other end.

Jackie Chan taught his niece earnestly: "Xiaoyu, this is not a game, the Black Hand organized them..."

"I know! The Black Hand Gang is about to find the gate to Hell and use the Panku Box to release the demons!"

Xiaoyu held her voice, opened her hands, and imitated the appearance of a demon being released, "I know! This is too dangerous! But the situation is so urgent, so Xiaoyu needs to help you! Uncle Long! Remember? We are the best partners!"

The officials reacted very quickly. As there was a powerless little girl among the guests who had come from afar, they quickly made arrangements and requested additional security personnel.

"Mr. Jackie Chan, please provide us with the detailed information of those mafia members. We will look for all the suspicious persons entering the country for further screening."

The official went straight to the point and spoke to Jackie Chan.

"Okay, please."

Jackie Chan nodded and was very cooperative in facing the official inquiries.

"But, Xiaoyu, you have to stay here."

"The reception room is this way." The staff gave instructions.

"Okay, okay. I know you're busy, but go get back to Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu curled her lips and waved at her uncle's leaving back. She was not at all shy in the unfamiliar environment.