Chapter 2

In 1995, in Hawaii, Honolulu!

The sky was clear and bright, and a car was speeding along the winding mountain road.

"Boss, you should still fasten your seatbelt, okay? This..." The driver, while driving, couldn't help but turn his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him and said responsibly.

"No, no, I've been practicing qigong with the master for so long, I'm already invulnerable to blades and bullets!" The middle-aged man sitting in the passenger seat waved his hand, completely unconcerned.

"Practicing qigong? I don't know about being invulnerable to blades and bullets, but ever since the boss started practicing this so-called qigong, his mind seems to be getting more and more abnormal, and he's less clear-headed..." The driver shook his head helplessly and complained to himself.

"Ah!"

When the driver turned his head to look at the road, he suddenly noticed a figure on the road. He let out a cry of alarm and instinctively slammed on the brakes.

With a screech, the car lost control and crashed into a large tree by the roadside.

At the same time, the figure in the passenger seat was thrown through the window, his head slamming into the thick tree trunk.

...

Kun Moyu suddenly saw a car heading straight for him, and being in a wheelchair, he couldn't avoid it.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the car swerved and crashed into the tree by the roadside.

Seeing the car smoking and the person who had been in the passenger seat crash through the windshield and hit the tree, causing the trunk to dent, Kun Moyu understood what had happened. He felt a sense of guilt.

Of course, along with the guilt, Kun Moyu also felt a wave of fear.

Although he knew that the time and place of his穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which can be translated as "穿越" in English, but in this context, it means "time travel" or "spatial travel") were random, to be randomly placed on a busy road and almost get hit by a car was really bad luck.

Unfortunately, the Hall of Cycles had no main deity or system to communicate with; otherwise, he would have at least cursed the other party's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Indeed, after time travel, there are no main missions. Everything depends on personal will, with a high degree of openness. What you can gain depends on your luck and abilities. Additional rewards can only be obtained by completing hidden tasks that are unknown to others!"

Although he already knew some basic knowledge about the Hall of Cycles, after waiting for a moment, there was no voice assigning any missions, which made Kun Moyu mutter to himself.

Shaking his head, Kun Moyu pushed his wheelchair to the crashed car, which looked very damaged.

As Kun Moyu was thinking about how to save the person, the figure who had crashed into the tree pulled his head out of the tree hole, touched his head, and appeared unharmed.

"Uncle, are you okay?" Seeing the man who could dent a tree with his head but was unharmed, Kun Moyu was quite stunned.

"Uncle? You young man really have no discernment! Have you ever seen such a handsome uncle like me?" After touching his head, the man suddenly pointed at Kun Moyu and scolded him.

After scolding for a few moments, he made a self-admiring expression, flicked his hair, which was already quite thin, and said, "You know, for many years, I've been called the 'Triple Liu Dehua,' the best among men..."

Kun Moyu originally didn't want to deal with this seemingly mentally unstable uncle.

At this time, after a car accident, shouldn't he be saving people first? But he was fixated on the way Kun Moyu addressed him as "uncle."

However, when he heard the man call himself "Triple Liu Dehua, the best among men," Kun Moyu's heart stirred.

Why does this sound so familiar?

"Is he the father of the main character in the movie 'All for the Winner'?" Looking at the slightly short uncle in front of him, Kun Moyu suddenly realized.

What's the main character's name?

To be honest, it's been many years since the movie, and Kun Moyu really couldn't remember.

But, being a movie by Stephen Chow, the name usually has a "Star" in it, right?

"Sir..." Seeing the man talking non-stop, Kun Moyu thought for a moment and then spoke.

Just as the last word "uncle" was about to come out, he noticed the man staring at him with a fierce look.

The word "uncle" was on the tip of his tongue, but Kun Moyu swallowed it hard and said, "Sir, you have a full forehead and a square jaw, and you look very handsome and dashing. You must be a wealthy and noble person, right?"

The title "Sir" made the man very comfortable. He was very pleased with this and smiled with his eyes squinting, nodding and saying, "You young man, you have good eyesight. You can even read people's faces?"

"A little bit!"

Pretending to be profound, Kun Moyu humbly replied and then asked, "Sir, where are you going?"

"My son is studying here. I bought him an estate to live in. We haven't seen each other for two years, so I came to visit him. I want to see if he has enough money! The two million dollars I gave him last time, I wonder if he has already spent it..." The man answered, looking very loving.

"So, the timeline now is when they haven't severed their relationship yet?" Hearing the man's words, Kun Moyu muttered to himself.

He had a rough idea of the timeline he was in.

Moreover, this father was indeed very wealthy, giving his son millions of dollars as pocket money in the 1990s?

"Sir, our meeting today is a matter of fate. And, I also have a connection with your son. Is your son's name Ah Xing?" Kun Moyu made a gesture as if he was calculating something and said to the man.

"Ah? Not bad, not bad. My son's name is Li Ze Xing, and I am his father, Li Yifei. You young man really seem to know something!"

Recently, after practicing qigong with a master, Li Yifei felt he had made some progress and naturally believed in various masters to some extent. He looked at Kun Moyu in surprise and said.

With that, Li Yifei extended an invitation, saying, "Since you have a connection with both my son and me, why don't you come to my house for a visit?"

"Sure, that sounds good! Sir, my name is Kun Moyu. Nice to meet you, please take care of me..." Nodding, Kun Moyu naturally did not refuse.