Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"I'll lend a hand!" He Yuzhu grabbed a stool leg and rushed into the crowd.

The three men moved like tigers among sheep, their fists whistling and their legs flying, and in the blink of an eye, a whole group of people lay on the ground.

Lin Quan slowly wiped his hands clean, pushed open the door, and stood on the steps, smiling at the group of dusty young men: "Take me to see your boss."

"I am Long Fei from Nanxing. Who is looking for me?" A middle-aged man wearing a gold-embroidered shirt, along with seven or eight burly henchmen, strode towards them with a powerful stride.

"As expected of one of the top leaders of Hong Kong's three major triads, he's surrounded by a whole bunch of henchmen." Lin Quan raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Why do you have such a rude mouth?" A young man with dyed yellow hair suddenly stepped forward.

"Your boss hasn't even opened his mouth yet, and you're already barking?" Lin Quan raised his eyelids, a half-smile on his face.

Without firearms, this group of thugs combined couldn't even withstand three of his moves.

If he really needs to pull out his weapon—he'll hide in a replica of Earth, where even bullets can't catch him.

If you pull out a grenade launcher sniper rifle or a six-barreled Gatling gun, even a bunch of thugs will only be sitting ducks.

"Who are you?" Long Fei's gaze was like a nail, sweeping straight over them.

"Those who come from the other side of the strait come to Hong Kong for two reasons: to find people and to do business," Lin Quan said casually, as if he were talking about the weather.

"You hit my brother, you have to give me an explanation." Long Fei's voice wasn't loud, but it was as heavy as a ballast stone.

"Who told him to start spewing insults at us?" He Yuzhu pointed at Jiang Hao, his fingertip swift and decisive.

"This is Hong Kong." Long Fei said slowly and deliberately, each word sharp and angular.

"But this is also Yanhuang territory." Lin Quan stood firm, and the air tightened as soon as he finished speaking.

No matter how powerful Nanxing is in Hong Kong, he's not so arrogant as to be able to control everything.

Upon hearing He Yuzhu's authentic Beijing accent, Long Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he was at a loss for what to do.

A real fight? Beating up the younger one will anger the older one, and Nanxing won't be able to handle this mess.

Tolerate it? He'd lose face; how could he maintain order after that? What would his subordinates think of him? What would other gangs say about him?

"One-on-one, four rounds to determine the winner." Long Fei said, "If you win, Nanxing will cover all the expenses for finding people and doing business; if you lose, you'll pay 20,000 yuan in medical expenses, settled on the spot."

"Okay." Lin Quan nodded readily.

"Liu Dong, go." Liu Dong had already stepped into the middle of the road, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Nanxing, Zhang Wei." A muscular man pushed through the crowd and strode out.

Liu Dong moved with the speed of thunder, delivering a powerful punch to Zhang Wei's ribs, causing Zhang Wei to kneel on the ground and spit blood.

A person who has been on a real battlefield doesn't use fancy moves. If he hadn't been holding back seven-tenths of his strength, Zhang Wei would have collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

These days, there are plenty of people who have practiced a few skills, but those who can survive in a hail of bullets are all ruthless characters who have been raised with their lives.

The fact that Liu Dong and Zhang Qiang were able to set foot in Hong Kong with He Yuzhu and Lin Quan speaks volumes about their background.

"Continue." Lin Quan raised his chin.

His subordinate coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground, but Long Fei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Just as I thought, thank goodness I didn't try to fight back."

"Zhang Qiang." Zhang Qiang stepped forward, his shoulders and back ramrod straight.

"Nanxing, Zheng Jian." Another gangster threw off his jacket and took a firm stance.

Less than a minute and a half later, Zheng Jian fell backward, clutching his stomach and curling up like a shrimp.

"Mr. Lin... I lost." Zhang Qiang's ears burned. Hand-to-hand combat had always been his weakness. No matter how accurate his marksmanship was, his fists were unreliable.

Lin Quan strolled leisurely to the middle.

Hong Kong is in chaos, and gang warfare is commonplace. Among the gangsters, there are some truly ruthless individuals.

Although He Yuzhu is skilled, victory is not guaranteed.

"Ah Quan, it's my turn." He Yuzhu took half a step forward.

Lin Quan's voice was deep: "It was made clear before we left that once we got to Hong Kong, you would do as I say."

"Okay, if you mess up, I'll admit defeat immediately." He Yuzhu nodded decisively.

"The remaining two, let's go together." Lin Quan beckoned with his finger, speaking casually.

"I'm enough to take care of you." A middle-aged man with an iron tower-like build pushed through the crowd and slowly walked out.

"Mr. Lin is probably over 1.9 meters tall, so his chances are slim," Liu Dong whispered a reminder.

"Ready?" Lin Quan asked with a smile.

"Nanxing, Chen Daniu. Kid, you're not leaving here standing tonight." The other man grinned, his eyes as cold as knives.

"Your skills haven't improved, but you're certainly stubborn!" Lin Quan lunged forward, unleashing a Bajishan Collapse Palm strike that sent Chen Dani flying backward, blood splattering three feet away.

Seeing his most ruthless subordinate, Chen Daniu, being knocked down with a single palm strike, Long Fei's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gasped inwardly.

Chen Daniu has practiced Bajiquan for twenty years. If he were to encounter a grandmaster like Li Zhenfan, he could fight for two or three minutes without showing any signs of defeat.

He steadied his breathing and said, "Mr. Lin, this is not the place to talk. Let's find another place to discuss this in detail."

A few minutes later, the group entered a tea restaurant on the street corner.

Long Fei took his seat and got straight to the point: "May I ask who you two are looking for?"

"Yuzhu." Lin Quan turned to the side and nodded slightly to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu took out Lou Xiao'e's photo and briefly explained the whole story.

"He's in Hong Kong. I'll find him for you within seven days," Long Fei readily agreed.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Long." Lin Quan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"It's only right to accept the consequences of a bet," Long Fei laughed heartily.

"You have such a refined demeanor, I truly admire you," Lin Quan remarked.

"I wonder what kind of business you gentlemen are planning to do in Hong Kong?" Long Fei raised an eyebrow slightly, asking casually but with tact.

Lin Quan winked at Liu Dong, who then turned and went back into the house, bringing out several jars of seasoning samples.

Long Fei had thought there was something rare hidden inside, but it turned out to be just a few tin cans. His heart sank and his interest waned.

"We're in the legitimate business, and we occasionally deal in some 'iron stuff' too," Lin Quan said calmly, yet with a sense of certainty.

"What kind of iron thing?" Long Fei's gaze narrowed slightly, as if he had noticed something.

"You'll find it useful," Lin Quan replied calmly.

"The long one? Or the short one?" Long Fei asked.

"We have both long and short items, the quality depends on fate, and the price depends on sincerity—once the money is in place, we can negotiate on both large and small items." Lin Quan said with a smile.

"I didn't expect Mr. Lin's business to be so successful." Long Fei was startled, but his expression remained as steady as a rock.

"Mr. Long, you might as well try it. These ingredients have been selling like hotcakes in Singapore for ages." Lin Quan pushed the jar forward.

Long Fei paused for a moment, then personally lifted the lid, dipped the food in, and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up instantly, and a smile reached the corners of his eyes.

Can seasonings really make big money? Of course! They sell in large quantities and are even more popular than flour.

The number of people who eat noodles is limited, but whose stove can function without seasoning? One spoonful enhances the flavor, three spoonfuls bring out the soul.

"How much?" Long Fei put down his spoon and got straight to the point.

"One can sells for one US dollar in Singapore, but for Mr. Long, it's two Yanhuang coins per can," Lin Quan reported crisply.