Chapter 1

"Grandpa, give it up, it's all Jackie Chan out there."

When Wu Yan woke up in shock from his bed, the voice was still echoing in his mind, and the last scene he saw in his dream was his body falling to the ground after a gunshot, dead as could be.

This was actually not the most painful part of the dream. The most painful part was that in the dream, he actually chose to fight Jackie Chan in a furniture store, facing a group of Jackie Chans and a group of furniture all by himself.

"Damn, why am I still having this dream?"

Sitting on the bed, he looked out at the Victoria Harbour view through the floor-to-ceiling window, which was so captivating that one couldn't bear to look away. After taking several deep breaths, Wu Yan finally recovered from the nightmare.

He was actually very experienced with this kind of thing, as this was the 1,086th time he had this dream.

As the saying goes: what you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

The reason Wu Yan kept having this dream wasn't because he watched the movie "New Police Story 2004" every day. The plot of the movie was the same every time, and no one would watch it over a thousand times without getting bored.

The real reason was that he was now in the world of "New Police Story 2004," and four years ago, his identity had already changed to the son of the North Kowloon Chief Superintendent, Guan Zu.

In short, he was the villain in the movie "New Police Story 2004," who would eventually be defeated by the protagonist, Chan Kuo-hung, and die at the hands of a sniper.

"If I had a choice, I would only want to be a good person."

Wu Yan got out of bed and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He didn't look at the sea view he had been seeing for four years, as even the most beautiful sea view becomes mundane when you see it every day. After all, he was no longer the same person who had just crossed over four years ago. Before crossing over, he was the lower half of a character, and after crossing over, he instantly became the upper half.

But does being a person of high status really mean happiness?

His father was the North Kowloon Chief Superintendent, his mother was the CEO of one of the top ten real estate companies in Hong Kong, and his grandfather was one of the top ten richest people in Hong Kong. This kind of happiness, which Wu Yan could never have imagined before crossing over, was now his.

It was so easy to screw over his father, so why did he choose the most insane way?

Looking at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window, Wu Yan wasn't obsessed with his good looks that could make even the peak version of Guan Zu step back, nor was he obsessed with his six-pack abs that could serve as a washboard.

Because he knew very well that being handsome had no meaning for the world's destined protagonist, Chan Kuo-hung, whose sexual orientation was normal. Even if Chan Kuo-hung was a bit gay, his character wouldn't let him give up on catching a criminal just because he liked someone.

And while his six-pack abs had some use, Wu Yan still couldn't beat Chan Kuo-hung.

"I've been training hard for four years, doing 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day, but why can't I still beat Chan Kuo-hung?"

Looking at his short, thick black hair, Wu Yan actually knew the real reason why he was knocked out by Chan Kuo-hung in a protected free-fighting match last week, which he arranged through his father's connections with Chan Kuo-hung, who was also a Hong Kong police combat instructor.

No matter how much he trained, his hair wouldn't fall out, so he could never become a true strong person.

But he had grown.

Four years ago, when he first crossed over, if Wu Yan had faced Chan Kuo-hung, he wouldn't have been able to last 30 minutes before being knocked out. At that time, he was already 30 years old, had a beer belly despite not drinking beer, and would be out of breath after climbing six floors. He relied on goji berries in his thermos for the nutrients he needed.

Goji berries could nourish the liver and improve eyesight, but that was about it.

After crossing over, Wu Yan's body became young again, not by replacing Guan Zu's body, but by reverting to the age of 20, the same age as Guan Zu.

But even at 20, he could still put goji berries in his thermos, because he needed to nourish his liver and improve his eyesight, not because he often pretended to be Spider-Man in his room.

Driven by the desire to survive, Wu Yan, who had become a person of high status, didn't indulge in the luxurious life. He didn't try yachts and bikinis, exotic风情, Miss Hong Kong, or Hong Kong female celebrities, or fighting multiple opponents at once.

He chose weightlifting, free-fighting, firearms training, and extreme sports.

Rich in literature, wealthy in martial arts, the very wealthy Wu Yan successfully acquired multiple skills in just four years, achieving remarkable results.

But he still had that nightmare.

Wu Yan sighed, glanced at the date on the perpetual calendar, and saw that it was already 6:10 AM on June 1, 2004.

"Time is running out."

Without being overly sentimental, Wu Yan brushed his teeth, washed his face, put on a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and left the sea-view villa to start running.

He was very familiar with the route, as he had been doing this for four years. The man who used to stay up late until his phone fell on his face had already developed the good habit of going to bed early and waking up early.

Running from the villa to the seaside, breathing in the slightly briny air, Wu Yan's mind became increasingly clear, and he noticed a woman who had been running with him for 32 days at this time.

She had a cold expression, but when she ran, she was as turbulent as the sea beside her. This confirmed for Wu Yan that this woman, who looked so beautiful and could have at least 100 male admirers, was also like the sea, capable of creating waves even without a breeze.

He didn't try to chat with her, as he had seen many such women in the past four years. It wasn't just because he had no interest, but also because he knew he didn't need to chat with such women.

Moreover, when she appeared the next day, Wu Yan had already thoroughly investigated her background. She was a famous journalist.

"Ah!"

A soft cry, and the woman who had been following Wu Yan for 32 days finally couldn't hold back. She accidentally stepped on some sand and fell to the ground, clutching her white ankle in tears, rubbing it hard to make it look swollen.

Wu Yan stopped, turned around, and ran quickly towards the fallen woman.

The woman's eyes showed uncontrollable joy, as she knew Wu Yan's identity and that he had been single until now. To show her best side to Wu Yan, she deliberately adjusted her position so that when Wu Yan ran to her side, he would have a better view of her outstanding features.

But a look of shock quickly appeared on her face, as Wu Yan ran past her without even glancing back, as if he were being chased by a gangster with a machete.

When she came to her senses, Wu Yan was already several hundred meters away, and she could only get up in anger.

"You wait, I'll let all of Hong Kong know you're gay tomorrow."

On the other side, after running 10 kilometers, Wu Yan returned home, washed up, and had breakfast before starting to read the newspaper.

"Chan Kuo-hung Pretends to Be a Cameraman, Cleverly and Bravely Rescues Hostages."

"So it's happening these days."

When Wu Yan saw this news, his mood wasn't too good, because his crossing over wasn't free; it came with a mission.

After four years of preparation, it was finally time for him to complete his mission.