Welcome to the Misogyny Game

Perhaps one day someone will fulfill your wishes.

Zhou Man felt more exhausted than ever before, as if he had slept for an extremely long time. In his dream, there were no endless criminals to catch or countless performance targets to achieve, only a boy building blocks and the painting hanging on the wall.

Zhou Man thought about the painting: it should depict a young man standing next to an airplane; that must be his father.

He learned the word "father" as he was learning to speak, and lost it when he was a teenager. His father seemed to always be there, yet he also seemed to always be absent.

He was tall and great; he sacrificed himself for the safety of the people and will live on in their memories forever.

The passing of her father aged her mother considerably, and the burden of the family fell on her shoulders. She became like her father, rarely seeing him. He, on the other hand, was sensible from a young age. Even when he was sent to live with his grandparents, he was always thinking about earning money and reducing the burden on his family.

Being a pilot was his dream, and it wouldn't fade with his father's passing. But his mother's tears made him back down, and he lost the dream he had always pursued. He was very confused for a time. He thought: Maybe I should go to business school in the future, start my own business, go home often, and take care of my mother.

When he was 17, he encountered two people. It was a very peaceful afternoon. He was in his senior year of high school and wanted to buy some reference materials. On the way, he encountered a thug who attacked him without saying a word. The reference materials fell to the ground, and a series of footprints were left on the white paper.

And those drops of deep red blood, he was powerless to hide. The high school student, who was powerless to even kill a chicken, could only try his best to protect his vital parts. His arm was bleeding profusely. He looked around desperately, but only saw evasive eyes.

A girl with an umbrella stepped forward. The pink umbrella transformed into a sturdy shield in that instant. The fragile yet strong umbrella protected me and stopped the attacker.

He covered his hands, and in front of him was a vast expanse of mottled yet dazzling colors.

Then another person arrived, carrying a shovel, looking like a brave and fearless warrior. No, at this moment, they were warriors!

This perilous moment, even though he was extremely nervous, lasted only a few dozen seconds. They fearlessly rushed forward with sharp knives, protecting him, whom they had never met before, and saving him from being killed.

The trampled study materials were gently wiped clean of dust and placed back on the pristine white table. The frail young man, too, returned from his sickbed to his senior year of high school studies, but the seed of wanting to protect these lovely people quietly sprouted.

He lends a helping hand when others are harmed; his police uniform is a shield for their safety.

Reducing the occurrence of these heinous incidents is also a way of protecting our younger selves, isn't it?

Unfortunately, he underestimated the enemy's cunning and overestimated his own strength. He was still hacked to pieces and ended up battered and bruised.

It's so sad that I'm not the one who saved me. But there's a glimmer of hope that the criminal has been brought to justice. Otherwise, why would I still be alive and waiting for someone to come and save me?

"Zhou Man, look who's here!" Liu Chaoque patted Zhou Ziguang on the shoulder, and couldn't help but smile as he looked at the man's stiff expression and awkwardness as he stood outside the door, not daring to come in.

"All you've wanted to do all these years is see your wife and son, right? What, now that you can finally see them, you're afraid to look anymore?"

"It's just a bit of homesickness." After so many years apart, her son had grown tall and strong, able to support his mother. But now he lay there lifeless, and Zhou Ziguang thought sadly: Do all sons have to go through such a predicament?

But fortunately, it was the same person who saved them each time.

Zhou Ziguang moved cautiously, his face, though in his thirties, showed a weariness beyond his years. Liu Chaoque made way for him and sat down in front of Zhou Man's bedside, tracing Zhou Man's appearance with his eyes. The image of the 30-year-old Zhou Man overlapped with that of the 12-year-old Zhou Man. His eyebrows and eyes became sharper, shedding his childishness and transforming into a resolute appearance.

Two similar-looking faces miraculously overlapped.

Liu Chaoque stood to the side, looking at those sitting and then at those lying down, and took a deep breath: "Zhou Man, your father is here."

"Clatter." That was the sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the ground.

With a trembling voice and an incredulous look, Feng Tiantian questioned the young man by the bedside, "Who are you?"

Zhou Ziguang raised his face, his eyes already wet with tears.

"Sweetie..." he said hoarsely, trying to see the person in front of him clearly, but the more he wiped, the more blurred the figure became.

"Who is he?" Feng Tiantian looked at Liu Chaoque, seeking an answer.

Liu Chaoque nodded.

She moved closer, and the face, which was becoming increasingly blurry in her memory, appeared before her, snot and tears streaming down its face. She was both horrified and somewhat disgusted.

"Why is it so dirty?" She took out a tissue.

"Wife, I've missed you so much, boohoo." Zhou Ziguang cried.

No, uncle, you're from Northeast China?

Liu Chaoque was shocked. This person's accent was so soft? He couldn't tell at all.

The two held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, while Zhou Man remained motionless.

Looking at the man's still unresponsive body, Liu Chaoque felt a sense of despair: Wasn't it supposed to be a miracle? I've already come back from the dead, but this miracle hasn't happened.

She thought that Nan Chu was indeed unreliable, and the key point was that the system hadn't said whether the bug had been fixed.

The progress bar is still stuck at 99%.

Where did this one percent come from?

Looking at the red blood jade on his wrist, Liu Chaoque thought, "I can't have all this work only to end up having to make a wish on the red lotus jade pendant."

So what's the point of all this fuss?

What is the meaning of letting yourself despair?

There was definitely something she didn't want to see. Seeing everyone around talking about how he never seemed to age, a slightly jealous Ms. Feng started pulling on the man's ear and handing over his beauty secrets.

Zhou Ziguang, who doesn't have a secret recipe: He doesn't know.

Could it be that Zhou Ziguang isn't that old?

While he was still admiring himself, he noticed that his voice had become more weathered and that his face bore the marks of time. He was still handsome, but now he was the mature, handsome type.

"What is this?" Feng Tiantian asked Liu Chaoque. Liu Chaoque pulled her directly to stand in front of Zhou Man and took out a string of words that he had just written down.

"Read it," she commanded.

"Oh," Zhou Ziguang said timidly.

"Child, you've grown up." No response.

“You have grown into a mature adult, just as your father imagined you to be.”

"Dad was busy before and was absent from your life for a long time. It was Dad's dereliction of duty. Dad shouldn't have been so focused on work that he didn't come to see you and hug you."

"Becoming a police officer is awesome."

"You protected Mom, that's great."

"They are my parents' pride."

“You’ve protected so many people, always escaping danger unscathed. Why not this time? Wake up, child. Here’s your mother, your father, and your lovely friend.” He looked at Liu Chaoque and smiled gently. “Although your father doesn’t know who she is, she pulled your father out of the clutches of death, and she pulled you out of the clutches of death too. You don’t want to thank her in person? Thank her for her sacrifices for you, thank her for protecting you.”

Her name is Liu Chaoque!

Zhou Man saw the figure at the end of the road, and he heard the whispered words of that final moment.

"Don't sleep! Zhou Man!"

"It's Siman..."

"It moved! Its finger moved!" Feng Tiantian excitedly patted Zhou Ziguang's shoulder, and Liu Chaoque breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

“Manman,” he said in a hoarse voice.

The medical equipment on the hospital bed started alarming, and after a buzzing sound, he looked at the long knife that had appeared in his hand.

The fourth male lead: Zhou Man.

"Attribute: Metal".

"Faction: Our side".

Liu Chaoque: This is a deadly commotion.