Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"Thirty-seven million US dollars? That's not even a fraction of the Gulfstream's value."

"There are over eight million in the account, and over twenty-eight million in cash."

"For large transactions in the future, cash should be used as the preferred method."

He dragged an old leather suitcase into the mall, walked past the jewelry counters, stopped in front of the Patek Philippe boutique, and bought two matching watches.

"730,000 US pounds, which is about 5.2 million Chinese yuan."

On the way back to the manor, he placed the box in the passenger seat.

Pushing open the door to the living room, I saw Laura leaning against the sofa flipping through her notes. She looked up and smiled, "What are you holding?"

"Drive it yourself." Lin Quan shook his left wrist.

She lifted the lid of the box, saw the moon-white mother-of-pearl dial, and a smile appeared on her lips.

One for each person.

"Thank you." She tapped the watch case lightly with her fingertip.

"That's it?" Lin Quan raised an eyebrow.

She laughed even harder, then suddenly stood up, took a step in front of him, stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth, then grabbed his wrist and pulled him up the stairs.

If I beat her, we'll take a bath together and then practice grappling techniques for an hour.

Dinner was served at 11 p.m. After eating and washing up, I went back to the master bedroom and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, sleeping soundly until the sunlight streamed into the window.

The next morning, Laura continued to work through the fragments of the star map from the Temple of the Moon.

Lin Quan was practicing his boxing in the backyard of the manor as usual... The stone figures at Angkor Wat almost killed him.

Every time you step onto the ground from now on, the danger will only become more intense and more unexpected.

He believes in one principle: practice whenever you're free; practice whenever you have a spare moment; practice until you have strength in every bone.

He turned down three aristocratic dinners and two foundation cocktail parties for this.

"Order four knives and five bundles of static rope." After lunch, he drove out and visited three military surplus stores and two custom workshops.

Two short and two long blades, all manufactured by Singapore's military factories, with a single blade's load-bearing capacity exceeding two tons in tests.

The total price is 500,000 US dollars.

Two hundred years ago, Singapore was a colony of the United States.

In the mid-20th century, it became the swordsman of the new order.

Today, the Union Jack hangs in a glass case in a museum, while the Stars and Stripes fly in ports around the world and in satellite orbits.

In this life, he holds a US passport and is named Lin Quan, but deep down, he only recognizes one name... Chinese.

A month later, the custom-made long and short knives arrived in the United States.

"A thousand layers of forging, in ancient times it would have been a national treasure."

This process is known overseas as "Damascus Steel," and domestically it was formerly called cloud-patterned steel, or glutar steel.

Modern equipment can fold and forge thousands of times, which is just a routine process; in ancient times, it would take at least several months to forge more than a hundred layers of patterns.

The four knives Lin Quan ordered were all crafted to a standard of over a thousand layers. The blades were covered with dense cloud patterns; the short blades were thin and sharp, while the long blades were thick and heavy.

The short knife weighs about one kilogram, and the long knife weighs about twelve kilograms. They are well-made and have no extra decorations.

The short sword is primarily for cutting, while the long sword excels at slashing. All four blades are forged from multiple alloys through repeated layering, costing a total of £500,000, equivalent to over four million RMB. The cost is extremely high, and the hardness and toughness far exceed those of conventional steel.

Lin Quan stored the spare knives in the Black Dragon Ring, carrying only one long and one short knife with him as he returned to Croft Manor.

The short sword is 35 centimeters long, while the long sword is a little over 80 centimeters. When held in the hand, it feels heavy, close to the palm, and has a stable center of gravity; one look and you know it's no ordinary weapon.

"Not bad." Lora stretched her hand and gently stroked the spine of the blade, a faint smile on her face.

"Specifically designed for practical use... short knife for slicing, long knife for chopping," Lin Quan answered crisply.

"I've located the Temple of the Moon." She unfolded a yellowish-brown sea chart and pointed her finger at a coordinate.

"When do we leave?"

"The temple is underwater. Once I've ordered the submersible and set up the boat, we'll go underwater."

"Okay." He nodded without asking any further questions.

Money talks. Within three days, the ship was docked and fully equipped. The two men boarded the ship and set sail. Upon reaching the target area, each piloted a submersible and descended vertically.

Upon entering the temple, Lin Quan was slightly taken aback... The interior was as dry as land, without a single drop of seawater. The dome was intact, the stone walls were leak-free, and although the air was slightly damp, there were no watermarks.

Laura pried off the gold plaque from the lintel and turned to walk towards the center table.

Lin Quan casually picked up an AK next to him, weighed it in his hand, and smiled slightly: "Few parts, rough shot, but it makes a sound as soon as it hits the ground."

Before he finished speaking, several men in black broke through the water, and as soon as they surfaced, he shot them down with two shots.

"Who?" Laura quickly moved to the side to take cover, raising her gun.

"The Shining Gang".

"How did they manage to spot them?"

"Hired by Trinity."

"Trinity..." She frowned. It was their people who cut the wire first, in the case of the set square last time.

"How many people know about this?" Lin Quan asked.

She paused for a moment: "Wilson, Bryce, the sailors on the ship, and Anna Miller."

"Then it's clear." He didn't elaborate further.

Laura stopped speaking, crouched down, and operated the cutter, aiming it at the seams of the metal cage to burn. Flames leaped and sizzled, and after a moment, the cage door opened. She reached in and took out a sphere that floated with a faint glow.

"Lola, let's go!"

Before the words were even finished, the entire temple began to tremble, and stone chips crumbled off. The two of them took off running, and the moment they rushed out of the temple, the dome above their heads collapsed with a deafening roar.

Just as it surfaced, three gray fins were already skimming along the hull. A great white shark rammed into the submersible's hull. Lin Quan drew his knife in a backhand motion, the long blade slashing upwards at an angle, the tip piercing below the gill cover, then dragging it horizontally... its throat severed, blood spraying out. The shark writhed and convulsed, its tail fin creating large white waves, before quickly losing its strength and sinking.

They disembarked, returned to the manor, ate their fill, and rested. In the middle of the night, the warm pool was filled with steam, and the two of them soaked side by side in the hot water, the ripples gently spreading.

"Spread false information to lure in an inside man," Lin Quan said in a low voice.

"Hmm..." she mumbled, her eyes closed, her shoulders relaxing slightly.

Then, two boxes were prepared: one to hold the empty yellow ball model, which was placed in the study; the other to hold the real object, which was locked in a safe. Both boxes were left with flaws, enough to entice someone to take action.

Three days passed, and Bryce patrolled the garden as usual, while Wilson delivered the newspaper on time, with nothing unusual happening.

Laura dialed Anna Miller's number and simply said, "The yellow ball has been verified; we're leaving tomorrow." Less than two hours later, the outer wall of the manor was blown open by an explosion.

The yellow sphere is the sole coordinate map of Pandora's Box, and Trinity is determined to obtain it. As a high-ranking member of the organization, how could Anna stand idly by upon learning this?

Gunfire swept from the courtyard wall into the hall, bullets hitting walls, shattering glass, and overturning tables and chairs for more than ten minutes before finally falling silent.

Laura called the local police station and waited for them to arrive, clear the area, take photos, and remove the body.

At 3:17 a.m., Lin Quan walked through the ventilation duct and landed silently. Anna Miller lay on the bedroom carpet, a thin line running down her neck; no blood flowed, and she was already dead.

Five days later, he and Laura set off again, with a clear goal: Pandora's Box.

Wild rice.

According to legend, the day of the reunion is the beginning of the end times.

Lin Quan had been studying the triangle ruler for a long time and could use it to briefly reverse the flow of time... Although it was only for a few seconds, it was enough to rewrite life and death.

He not only wanted to see the Pandora's Box, but he also needed to control it.

Even if you don't use it, you should still put it into the Black Dragon Ring.

If you leave it out there, it will eventually be found by someone else.

If they fall into the hands of a madman, he and Laura, along with most of the world's inhabitants, will be in grave danger.