Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Lin Quan drove away only after the traffic police had completed their investigation and taken his statement.

"Life is only once, so cherish it while you can."

"If the car speeds like crazy, sooner or later both the driver and the car will be lost."

"That guy just now was recklessly charging around, riding like a madman. Every time he dies, it's one less menace to him."

Who wouldn't frown upon seeing people frying oil in the streets at midnight and speeding recklessly at intersections?

"Damn! Driving a Mercedes worth over three million, not letting anyone go straight at the intersection, cutting in front of you even when there's no space in front or behind, does he think he's some kind of road god?"

Lin Quan didn't apply the brakes. He was already in a bad mood; if he braked suddenly, what would happen to the cars following behind?

The heavy, armored KE500 tank smashed the front of the Mercedes SUV to pieces.

The driver crawled out of the deformed driver's cab and strode angrily toward Lin Quan.

Lin Quan pushed open the car door and got out, his expression calm, and looked up to greet him.

"Pay up! Five hundred thousand, not a penny less, or you're not leaving today!" the Mercedes owner roared.

"You're not my son, why should I pay you 500,000?" Lin Quan said calmly.

"You're asking for it!" The other party suddenly drew a dagger.

The blade flashed, and Lin Quan had already kicked out.

One person flew sideways and crashed heavily to the ground, whereupon he remained motionless.

The other party rushed at him with a weapon, and he subdued the enemy with a kick, which was a legitimate act of self-defense.

Lin Quan, who was never aggressive, only broke a few of his opponent's ribs.

The Mercedes driver, who had been unconscious, woke up shortly after the traffic police arrived.

Luo Si received the call and rushed to the scene.

Traffic regulations determined that the Mercedes driver violated traffic rules by changing lanes illegally and was fully responsible.

After the car accident, he attacked again with a dagger, and Lin Quan's counterattack was legitimate self-defense.

Honestly, if he weren't a nine-star engineer at Huaxia Industrial Group, he wouldn't have been able to keep up with his current skills—if he had actually crashed into that Mercedes worth over three million, he would probably have instinctively given way, and the innocent driver behind him would have had to suffer this undeserved disaster for him.

Of course, this is purely theoretical. Given Lin Quan's temperament, backing down? Almost impossible.

Lin Quan glanced at his watch; it was 11:28. He didn't say anything, but silently closed the watch case back on.

Two car accidents happened in one morning. This kind of luck is simply unbelievable.

The motorcyclist died on the spot, and the Mercedes driver was carried away on a stretcher with three broken ribs and an open fracture of his right leg.

"Old Luo, lunch's on me," Lin Quan said with a smile, patting the other man on the shoulder.

"The boss is paying, so I won't stand on ceremony with you," Luo Si grinned and agreed.

"What do you want to eat?" Lin Quan asked.

"What can we eat?" Luo Si raised an eyebrow with his hand behind his back.

"As long as it's not illegal, order whatever you want," Lin Quan replied readily.

"Radiation cow?" Luo Si squinted.

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded.

That meat is already famous worldwide, a signature product of the island nation. The marbling is layered and overlapping, and the higher the grade, the more sought-after it becomes.

"Forget it, I want to live a few more years—let's switch to seafood." Luo Si waved his hand and laughed.

"You choose the place, I'll pay the bill," Lin Quan said.

Luo Si led the way, his headlights cutting through the street; Lin Quan followed, his taillights shrinking to two red dots in the rearview mirror. A short while later, the two stepped side-by-side through the wooden door of Tan's Private Kitchen.

In the world of cooking, skill levels are typically categorized into four grades: third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, and top-tier.

Lin Quan's culinary skills have long surpassed those of top-tier chefs; while Chef Tan's skills are firmly at the first-class level.

Several steaming hot main dishes, plus a large bowl of glistening and fragrant white rice, filled my stomach with a satisfying and comforting feeling.

Upon reaching the reservoir, Lin Quan glanced around at the people fishing and suddenly stopped.

About 300 meters away, Tianyuan Denglian was setting up a tripod with the camera pointed at the water, and the words "Live Broadcast" on the phone stand were faintly glowing.

After paying 800 yuan for the fishing spot, Lin Quan carried his fishing box and walked over there.

If you run into one of the top three streamers on your own watchlist, it wouldn't be right not to have a friendly match.

"Teacher Deng, may I sit here?" He stopped about seven meters away from the other person and asked with a smile.

"You recognize me?" Deng Qiang turned his head.

"Who in China who's into fishing hasn't watched your videos?" Lin Quan laughed.

"Heh." Deng Qiang chuckled lightly.

"Are you open for business today?" Lin Quan casually placed the fish basket at his feet.

"Just arrived, haven't cast yet." Deng Qiang shook the newly attached float in his hand.

"Shall we have a contest?" Lin Quan raised his chin. "Whoever loses pays."

"How do we compete?" Deng Qiang asked, intrigued.

"You set the rules." Lin Quan stood casually with his hands in his pockets.

"You've got some nerve," Deng Qiang said, raising an eyebrow.

"Fishing is a 50/50 game, isn't it? There's no third way," Lin Quan said calmly.

"It costs 200 yuan per hour to fish, and you can't even break even if you fish for crucian carp. I'll take advantage of this and we'll focus on catching silver carp and bighead carp. We won't compete by weight, we'll just count the number of fish, okay?" Deng Qiang thought for a moment and then spoke up.

"Okay." Lin Quan pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Teacher Deng, want one?"

"I won't smoke." Deng Qiang shook his head.

"Shall we begin?" Lin Quan lowered his head and lit a cigarette, the flame licking the cigarette, and wisps of smoke rising. As he puffed out, he kneaded the bait—he had been tinkering at home during the Lunar New Year, making seven or eight different recipes.

"Got it!" Before Deng Qiang could finish speaking, the rod tip trembled violently, and the fishing line buzzed.

Lin Quan's fingers flew across the water as he pinched the bait, lifted the rod, and cast it into the water, his movements as swift and precise as slicing tofu. The bait mist dispersed, creating fine ripples on the surface of the water.

The chat in Tianyuan Denglian's live stream exploded:

"Where did this unorthodox guy come from? Daring to challenge Deng Shen?"

"Teacher Deng cast two lines, and he's only just cast his third..."

As Deng Qiang pulled up the second silver carp, Lin Quan's fishing rod tip suddenly sank.

He possessed strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, and used a nine-meter threaded steel rod.

A bighead carp weighing over ten kilograms struggled for less than five minutes before he deftly scooped it into the fish basket.

"Teacher Deng, it's two to one, you'd better give it your all!" Lin Quan shook the wet straw net.

"Third line, now it's three to one." As soon as Deng Qiang finished speaking, the fishing line tightened again.

"If the fish didn't go into the lake, it doesn't count." Lin Quan lifted the rod and jerked it, and the float "plop" plunged into the water—another fish caught.

It would take Deng Qiang at least seven or eight minutes to drag that heavy silver carp, weighing over ten kilograms, ashore.

With more strength and a stiffer fishing rod, Lin Quan caught a silver carp in less than five minutes.

"I never knew you were so good at fishing," Deng Qiang said sincerely.

"I just fish casually for fun, for the novelty and to improve my meals. I'm not a professional angler," Lin Quan replied casually.

"Your face looks very familiar. I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." Deng Qiang squinted and thought for a moment.

The camera cut to the person in the live stream, and some viewers recognized them.

"Teacher Deng, this is Lin Quan, the director of 'Superpowers'," the assistant whispered.

The news spread like wildfire across all the live streams—"Teacher Deng and Director Lin compete in fishing on the spot" became a trending topic.

"Director Lin, I've heard so much about you!" Deng Qiang laughed heartily.