These people had practically nothing in common, whether in appearance, fighting styles, or habits.
The only thing they shared was their attire.
The same black clothes, the same pink monocles.
This also gave Pops and the others a new understanding of them.
It turned out there were more than just those few people.
It turned out their combat strength really was that formidable.
Pops pulled back his wandering thoughts, then turned to look at the eight Shadowkhan masks on the table, remaining silent.
Early the next morning, the people from Jackie Chan's world gathered at Pops' Antique Shop.
O-Tama, Toru, El Toro Fuerte, Viper, Black, and Pops-six people in total-sat in the living room, waiting with serious expressions.
At nine o'clock, Sasuke and his group appeared directly outside the antique shop.
Then they pushed the door open and walked inside.
"Where are the masks?"
It was that same exceedingly familiar manner, without any pleasantries, getting straight to the point.
Pops pointed at three long black boxes to one side.
Haku stepped forward and opened a box, finding three masks of different shapes inside.
He opened the other two boxes as well.
One held three, the other two.
Sasuke glanced at them and said coldly, "Eight?"
"There's one more I need to summon here. That mask has a consciousness of its own. If he tries to run, we can't stop him."
Seeing Sasuke's expression turn cold, Pops hurriedly explained, "Don't worry. I'll do my best to keep the situation under control."
Sasuke frowned, but still nodded in agreement.
"Then let's begin." With that, Pops turned to Daolon Wong beside him.
A trace of reluctance appeared on Daolon Wong's face, but he still walked slowly over to a large black cauldron bubbling away and began chanting a spell.
As his low voice