The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Cut! That's a wrap, time for dinner!" The director's voice came from off-set.

Zhang Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief and slowly dispersed with the others to collect their boxed lunches.

Along with the brothers who had been lying on the ground, they brushed off the "shards of glass" and even the red blood from their bodies and stood up unharmed.

This is naturally a play, and the cause and effect behind it are very simple.

Their main boss these days, Director Chan, is filming a classic Hong Kong gangster film.

Although this director is not a top-tier celebrity and cannot hire a top-notch stunt team like some other stunt clubs, he is still quite experienced and not an unknown. Naturally, he has his own pursuit of the quality of his work and wants to film the scene from earlier.

As a result, Li Xiang, who had originally secured the role due to the investor's background, failed to meet Director Chen's expectations, so he turned to professional stuntmen, which allowed Zhang Chang'an to use his newly acquired skills to win the role.

"You've got some skills! How come I didn't notice that before?" Wu Fan said, tossing one of the two drinks to Zhang Chang'an, who was eating his boxed lunch.

He did indeed send Zhang Chang'an over to try, but he didn't expect Zhang Chang'an's accuracy to be so terrifying, two or three stories high, or even higher, he could be almost right with just a casual glance.

"Hey, I just practiced randomly. When I graduated, I had nothing to do, so I played a lot of things like basketball and darts. I also know a little about archery and air rifles."

Zhang Chang'an made up an excuse to brush it off, then opened his soda and took a sip: "In the end, I still have to thank Brother Fan."

It's not just the drinks; this character is truly extraordinary.

This scene involves a gang rushing to rescue someone from the opposing branch. His character is a relatively well-known newcomer among the younger generation. He's the kind of supporting actor whose name you might not immediately recall, but who leaves a lasting impression.

Although he didn't have many important lines and his role was small, he had actually moved beyond the scope of an extra and was considered a featured character.

Most obviously, the pay is much higher than that of ordinary extras, and there is not much danger involved, so it is indeed a good job.

"We're brothers, why are you saying that?" Wu Fan remained extremely loyal. "The main reason is that Director Chen himself values ​​you a lot. He gave you your allowance the other day. That's just how he is; he likes people with real skills and a style like the older generation of actors."

"Besides, do you think I don't want to make this money? I don't have your skills." Wu Fan smiled calmly.

"You should have told me you knew this kind of thing sooner. Although it's not as versatile as riding a horse or using weapons, it's still a special skill. I can help you find out more about characters with this skill in the future."

Wu Fan is not an agent; he is a stuntman himself. It's just that his family seems to be involved in this field, running a prop warehouse and coordinating extras.

So, with good resources, I never had to worry about finding work, and I would casually help them find some jobs.

Zhang Chang'an didn't say anything more, just picked up his drink and clinked glasses with him, then silently ate his boxed lunch.

Not far away, Director Chen watched the playback once, then looked at Zhang Chang'an's resume as an extra, and nodded unconsciously.

Just then, the location manager from the film crew suddenly led two people over.

Director Chen looked up and was stunned, because there were actually two policemen.

The location producer walked over to Director Chen and explained with a somewhat serious expression:

"Director Chen, these two police officers are here because of what happened the day before yesterday. Wasn't there an extra who was injured by a real iron rod that was mixed in with the props? That rod..."

Director Chen frowned after hearing this, but he immediately turned around and said, "I don't know much about that matter either, but the stuntman who was injured that day is here today."

As he spoke, he pointed to the base of the film set, where Zhang Chang'an, dressed in a leather jacket and looking like a gangster, stood.

A moment later, Zhang Chang'an was called over, and Wu Fan followed, but not because he was involved in the matter.

"Dahao, it really is you!" Zhang Chang'an looked at the policeman in front of him with great surprise. Wu Fan was the same.

They hadn't done anything wrong, so there was no need to be nervous, especially since the policeman was their former classmate.

The short, chubby landscape architect Su Hao flipped through the documents in his hand: "Hey, Zhang Chang'an? So that actor is you."

Su Hao was one of the few students in their class who did well academically. His relationship with Zhang Chang'an and the others wasn't particularly close, but it wasn't bad either.

Judging from this, he must have later passed the police academy entrance exam, and... it seems he even joined the criminal investigation department.

After all, they came on official business, and the situation was quite serious. Su Hao, who still had a serious expression when he saw them, got straight to business without much catching up:

"Zhang Chang'an, you suffered a work injury a couple of days ago, right?"

Zhang Chang'an nodded.

That was also a group fight scene. Zhang Chang'an was just a background character whose face wasn't even shown; he was supposed to blend into the crowd and fight for about ten seconds before it was over. But when he was doing a move where he cornered his opponent against a wall, and the opponent grabbed a stick to retaliate, something went wrong.

The prop sticks used by film crews are usually made of rubber foam, so they can swing them a dozen times with all their might without any problems.

But the stick that the extra casually picked up turned out to be a real steel pipe.

As a result, although the extra realized what was happening and stopped using his strength, he was still too close to the crowd and the environment was chaotic, so the stick still hit Zhang Chang'an's arm.

Of course, the damage wasn't serious; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to recover in a day or two, and he wouldn't have been able to finish filming that scene while injured.

Now it seems that his injuries are not serious, and he even got to show his face in front of the director. This incident was more beneficial than harmful.

The problem is...

After reviewing the documents Su Hao handed over, Zhang Chang'an and the others all frowned.

The file contained a photograph of the iron rod wrapped in an evidence bag, and next to it was a bloodstain analysis diagram.

...............

"Click click click..."

Zhang Chang'an firmly planted himself in a horse stance, pushed his hands forward, palms loosely clenched, index fingers pointing upwards, and exhaled a puff of white breath. His entire body cracked and popped.

It was late autumn/early winter in Guangzhou, and the temperature had suddenly dropped. Although it wasn't like the northern regions where a cold wind had already started blowing and people were freezing, it was still a temperature that could shatter the dreams of countless e-sports enthusiasts.

Yet he was still only wearing a single layer of clothing, and he was steaming hot, because his blood and energy were exceptionally vigorous at that moment.

"Position: Variegated (1.02%)"

"[Remnant Hongmen Health Exercise] (Good Quality) - I have already mastered the basics."

Zhang Chang'an decisively stopped, looked at the line, and put his clothes back on.

He has always been very muscular, the kind of muscular physique you can see even when he's wearing clothes. And because of his work, he even has quite a few scars.

Now, his body is stronger, and many of his old scars have faded a bit.

The bruises from being hit with an iron rod half a week ago have completely disappeared.

Of course, he still can't forget about this for the time being: "How could filming a movie be related to a murder case..." Zhang Chang'an said with a towel while wiping his sweat.

This was a few days after Su Hao and his group found the film set. The details can be summarized in one sentence: the iron rod that hit him was one of the murder weapons in a series of killings.