Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He nodded but didn't reply.

She suddenly took off a jade pendant from her neck; its green color was warm and lustrous, and its edges were polished to a shine. "If it weren't for you, I would have sold this jade long ago."

Upon arriving at Hong Kong Airport, Lin Quan and Laura separately inquired about Lu Ren's whereabouts from staff, cleaners, and taxi drivers.

"Lola, over there." Lin Quan gestured.

A hundred meters away, a rusty old cargo ship was moored at the edge of the berth, with four blurry characters painted on its side: Endurance.

The two boarded the ship, the cabin filled with the smell of alcohol and rust. Lu Ren slumped beside the bridge, his eyes glazed over, a half-empty bottle of liquor still clutched in his hand.

"Mr. Lu, where is Richard Crawford now?" Laura crouched down, her voice steady.

A ladle of ice water was splashed on him, and Lu Ren coughed violently, his pupils quickly focusing.

"I've never met Richard Crawford." He wiped his face, his voice hoarse.

"Seven years ago, there was a shipwreck in the waters off Malacca." Laura handed over a yellowed maritime registration form.

"That's my dad. We share the same name." Lu Ren stared at the form, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Laura unfolded a hand-drawn nautical chart, her fingertip hovering over a blank mark... an unnamed island.

After refueling, the cargo ship departed. Lu Ren took the helm, while Lin Quan and Laura stood on the deck, the wind whistling past their ears. They didn't say much, but their rhythm was synchronized.

A storm suddenly struck. Waves cleaved the hull, and the keel cracked. The three men leaped into the black water, sinking and then rising again.

As Lin Quan stepped onto the rocks, dawn was just breaking. He looked around but didn't see Laura or Lu Ren.

"The protagonist won't die; she's definitely alive," he told himself, then started walking deeper into the dense forest.

Two hours later, in an abandoned whaling station, he saw them... Lu Ren was tied to an iron post with his hands behind his back, and Laura was sitting against the wall with bloodstains on her forehead.

On the distant mountain ridge, a dozen armed figures were pacing back and forth.

Lin Quan lay prone in a crevice 300 meters away, a Barrett sniper rifle slung over his shoulder. His Black Dragon Ring contained several tons of emergency supplies and over twenty boxes of ammunition. He had bought the rifle for 12,000 pounds, but now he complained about its slow reloading and aiming.

With a thought, the sniper rifle disappeared, replaced by an M4A1 assault rifle.

After waiting another 35 minutes, Lu Ren used the loose rivets to break free of the ropes, knocked over the guards, and dragged Laura through the side gate.

Lin Quan pulled the trigger. A flash of gunfire followed, and three sentries fell to the ground.

He tossed two Glock 17s and four fully loaded magazines from his backpack, accurately landing them at the feet of the two men.

"Where did this come from?" Laura caught the gun and casually pulled back the slide to check the rifling.

"I just borrowed it from them." Lin Quan raised an eyebrow.

The three fought and retreated, using the terrain to maneuver and outmaneuver their pursuers.

Near the cave on the east side of the island, Laura kicked aside a pumice stone, revealing the bottom half of a metal box engraved with the family crest... Her father's watch was stuck in the lining of the box lid.

Vogel quickly led his men to surround them. The firefight escalated into a free-for-all within ten minutes.

Before Richard fell to the ground, shot, he slipped a brass gear into Laura's palm: "Destroy the Mother of Death... don't let her wake up."

"We're out of bullets." Lu Ren tossed the empty magazine aside.

"Me too," Laura gasped.

Lin Quan removed the last magazine and weighed it in his hand: "Thirty rounds left."

"You guys go first, I'll cover the rear." Lin Quan glanced around, his gaze landing on a few half-buried basalt rocks and two crooked mahogany trees.

He knew perfectly well that the enemy relied on firepower to suppress them, while he relied on his reaction time to overwhelm them. As long as he didn't rush in for personal gain, the terrain was sufficient for maneuvering.

After the two figures disappeared into the treeline, he made his way back to the spot where the firefight had taken place, picked up three rifles and two shotguns, and took five bullet belts from the waist of the fallen gunman.

His marksmanship wasn't super accurate, but his reflexes were twice as fast as the average person's, allowing him to pull the trigger the instant the opponent raised their gun.

The tomb entrance was hidden behind the waterfall. Laura used a gear to turn the bronze turntable, and the stone door slid open with a roar.

She threw in an incendiary bomb. Flames engulfed the coffin, burning the huddled, desiccated corpse inside to ashes.

Just as we exited the tunnel, gunshots rang out again.

Lin Quan emptied two magazines, and Vogel collapsed at the entrance of the generator room.

"A few hundred pounds a month, what's the point?" Lin Quan's voice drifted on the wind, clear as if it were spoken right next to someone's ear.

"Put down your guns and let us go... $300,000, transfer it on the spot."

"Vogel is dead. If we keep fighting, we won't get a penny, and we might lose our lives."

No one answered. But someone slowly loosened the trigger guard.

The negotiation lasted five minutes, the payment ten. As the helicopter took off, Richard's body, wrapped in a waterproof sheet, was placed in the center of the cabin.

Looking at the shrinking island outside the window, Lin Quan realized for the first time that money wasn't just a number, but a choice.

Back in Hong Kong, he booked a flight to London for the next day and checked into an old-fashioned hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Laura was silent at first, but later she was able to eat a whole bowl of wonton noodles, and then she started looking through unread emails on her phone.

On the day he returned to London, Richard was buried in the family cemetery. The ceremony was simple, with only three people in attendance.

After signing the final document at the Croft Group headquarters, Laura officially inherited the title and all assets.

"Lin, thank you." She stood in front of the manor gate, sunlight falling on her eyelashes.

"There are many ways to express gratitude." Lin Quan stood with his arms crossed.

"You choose." She took a half step forward and hooked her finger on the second button of his shirt.

The vast Croft Estate was now empty and quiet. The upstairs study, the downstairs billiards room, the west wing greenhouse, the master bedroom corridor... all became places for them to stretch their legs.

Her hair was long and smooth, her eyebrows were dark, and the rest of her skin was as smooth as porcelain.

Sports gave her not only strength, but also a sense of rhythm that she could control.

A few days later, Lin Quan sold the Lin Family Manor. The 50-kilometer commute was too time-consuming, while the swimming pool at the Croft Manor was just enough for him to do his 1,000-meter morning exercise every day.

In the United States, money can open far more doors than you might imagine.

The Lin family estate made a move, and the account received 15 million US dollars.

One million was allocated to Jason as severance pay and compensation.

"There are still over 15 million left, that's enough."

"With a wealthy girlfriend, money won't be a problem in the future."

After weighing the options, Laura hired Bryce... who was skilled in both computers and machinery.

To settle down, they hired Wilson, a skilled butler.

Lin Quan and Laura spend their days flipping through ancient books and researching information, and when the mood strikes, they stretch and exercise.

He was experienced, and she had a solid foundation in learning.

"Fiery red lips, voluptuous figure, 36D, skilled in using cold weapons."

In addition to his daily routine and physical training, Lin Quan practices Chinese martial arts every day.

According to martial arts manuals, Chinese martial arts are divided into two paths: power techniques and cultivation levels.

Both the techniques and the realms of internal strength have five levels: Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), Hua Jin (transformation strength), Dan Jin (elixir strength), and Gang Jin (罡 strength).

Above the Gang Jin realm, there are two more realms: Wu Lou and Lian Shen.