A column of water, like a violent, raging tide, slammed fiercely into Jackie Chan, sending him flying dozens of meters backward until he crashed into a wall, leaving a dent in the masonry before he finally stopped.
Uncle was nervously performing a ritual, his hands tightly gripping a strange piece of dried lizard as he chanted under his breath, as though summoning some ancient power. His voice, low and forceful, echoed through every corner of San Francisco, while the air seemed thick with a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.
"Evil demons and troublesome spirits, leave this place..."
Chapter 112