Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"A master like Li Dalong, Zhong Guohong could crush ten thousand of them with one hand." Wu Tianhao's voice was deep, but every word was firm and resounding.

"Mr. Wu, that joke is too forced." Thomas's face darkened.

"Can Li Dalong withstand bullets?" Wu Tianhao asked, looking directly into the other man's eyes.

"Flesh and blood? Don't even think about it." Thomas waved his hand and sneered without hesitation.

"Chung Kwok-hung can withstand bullets," Wu Tien-ho said as if he were talking about the weather.

"Mr. Wu, the sun is still high in the sky," Thomas reminded him, his words laced with sarcasm.

"Don't believe me? I'll call someone over." Wu Tianhao took out his phone and dialed.

In less than three minutes, more than thirty people from Juyi rushed into the courtyard, their clothes neat and their expressions solemn.

"Mr. Thomas, please ask whatever you like." Wu Tianhao stood aside, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Thomas questioned each of them, and all of them uttered the same sentence: Chung Kwok-hung, bullets can't penetrate him.

"Mr. Wu, why would I lie?" Wu Tianhao asked calmly.

"Unbelievable... Is there really anyone in the world who can use bullets as candy?" Thomas muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously digging into his palm.

"His skills are beyond reason—even if all the members of the Juyi Gang surrounded him, they would only be able to warm him up." Wu Tianhao said, emphasizing each word.

"Then... use his family to pressure him?" Thomas hesitated for a moment before tentatively asking.

Wu Tianhao sneered, "Mr. Thomas, are you trying to provoke a living god?"

Thomas felt a chill run down his spine and instantly fell silent.

If someone who can withstand bullets truly doesn't care about the life or death of their loved ones, then they and their entire family might not even be able to find anyone to collect their bodies.

The risk is too high, so high that even risking one's life wouldn't fill this hole—he himself isn't afraid of death, but what about his wife and children?

At 3 p.m., Lin Quan had just driven onto the road when a truck blocked his way.

Another truck crashed in, blocking the only gap the jeep could make to back up.

His eyes sharpened, his right hand was already on the door handle, he steadily pulled the car to the side of the road, and got out of the car.

Before the words were finished, five dark figures sprang up from the roadside woods, the muzzles of their guns gleaming coldly.

"Mr. Zhong, please come with us." The young man in the lead grinned, his teeth still stained with cigarette smoke.

"Which gang?" Lin Quan didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking about the weather.

"Mr. Zhong, bullets don't discriminate." The middle-aged man strode forward, his leather shoes crushing the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Judging from your accent, you're from the Yue Kingdom?" Lin Quan glanced at him.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!" The young man on the right brandished his gun, the cold metallic gleam of it blinding.

"The Baiyue Gang?" Lin Quan's voice was steady, without even a tremor in his eyebrows.

"Mr. Zhong, I advise you not to take your chances." The middle-aged man lowered his voice even further.

Unable to extract any new information, Lin Quan grew tired of wasting time. With a swift movement, his palm strike was as sharp as a knife, and the five men were sent flying backward, spitting blood, before they could even groan.

He turned around, took out his phone from the car, and dialed Lei Biao's number.

During the day, if you need anything, go to Lei Biao—the Chief Detective of the Hong Kong Police Force, who controls the wholesale business of tape recorders, cassette tapes, VCDs, TV drama discs, washing machines, air conditioners, refrigerators, and freezers in the Xizhou Market, earning tens of millions a month.

With such high profits, he hoped more than anyone else that Lin Quan would be safe and sound.

Less than half an hour later, several police cars arrived with sirens blaring, their red and blue lights flashing wildly across the street.

"Mr. Zhong, are you alright?" Lei Biao jumped out of the car and rushed over, his forehead still damp with sweat.

"Mr. Zhong, you go ahead and get busy. I'll handle the rest." Lei Biao grinned.

Lin Quan nodded, stepped on the gas, and the jeep sped away.

"Take them all back." Lei Biao's voice was low, but it sounded like a hammer hitting ice.

"Yes!" came the thunderous reply, crisp and decisive.

After several rounds of back-and-forth, using both soft and hard tactics, the five kidnappers spilled the beans, revealing everything without reservation.

After Lei Biao finished reading the transcript, he immediately ordered the annihilation of the Baiyue Gang and then waved his hand to make the five people disappear from the world completely.

The phone rang, and Lin Quan answered it. After hearing the details of the case, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him.

The Baiyue Gang simply takes money to do their jobs; they themselves have no idea who their backers are.

It's always been true that those in the same industry are wary of each other. With Yaoyang Group's numerous companies and factories scattered across the country, Lin Quan didn't bother to guess who was trying to kidnap him.

Yaoyang Electric Appliance Factory has made a rival in the electrical appliance industry;

Yaoyang Machinery Factory attracted sabotage from the machinery industry;

Yaoyang Communications Company has drawn scrutiny from the telecommunications industry;

……

Yaoyang Smelter has once again become the target of hostility from the metallurgical community.

Every brand under his name stands firmly at the top of its industry, while his rivals, lurking in the shadows, have countless eyes watching him.

"As long as I don't step out of the country, no one can touch a hair on my head."

Whether it's Hong Kong or the other side of the strait, no one will deploy missiles for him.

Lin Quan, whose mental strength was just beginning to develop, reacted incredibly quickly; he had already moved half a step away before the bullet was fired.

"I am safe myself; the only concern now is the safety of Jingru and the others."

After a moment's thought, he made a phone call and immediately dispatched eight more armed bodyguards.

"Eight guns, kept close by, are enough to protect them."

Yaoyang Investigation Company is understaffed, and its investigations are like scratching an itch through a boot.

He dialed again, and the entire company sped up, expanding, dividing into groups, and setting up a network overnight.

At Detective Lei's home, a faint smoke rose from the living room.

"I've invited everyone here today for one thing." Lei Biao's gaze swept over the people in the room.

"If Brother Biao asks, I, Wu Tianhao, will not hesitate," Wu Tianhao replied, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"Those idiots from the Baiyue Gang actually dared to make a move on Mr. Zhong..." Lei Biao briefly explained the situation.

Wu Tianhao's eyebrows twitched, and he immediately locked onto Thomas in his mind—it was probably him who did it.

"From now on, you must report anything involving Mr. Zhong to me immediately. If he is ever kidnapped, all the money you just put in your pockets will have to be returned immediately." Lei Biao's tone was heavy and tense.

"Understood!" the leaders of various gangs responded in unison, their voices so loud that the window frames trembled slightly.

In less than three days, all those who plotted to kidnap "Chung Kwok-hung" were either pinned to the ground by the gang or handcuffed and taken to the interrogation room by the police.

Each time someone is caught, a large reward is offered, and both the legitimate and criminal worlds vie to take action, making it more lively than a market day.

People rush about all for profit; the bustling crowds are all driven by the pursuit of profit.

Zhong Guohong was too powerful, and Lei Biao had long since nipped his evil thoughts in the bud.

He knew perfectly well that if he couldn't swallow this opportunity, he might as well settle for being a reliable distributor who could make a profit.

Who dares to touch Chung Kwok-hung? It's like overturning his dinner table and cutting off his livelihood!

At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, Lin Quan, Qin Jingru, and others boarded a cruise ship to go fishing at sea.

This giant ship, purchased from overseas, boasts sharp lines, a wide deck, spacious cabins, and extremely luxurious decor.

Some cast their fishing rods and waited patiently, some grilled over charcoal fires, and some clattered mahjong tiles, their laughter echoing along the sea breeze.

She had delicate and beautiful features, a graceful figure, and long, shapely legs. Every gesture she made exuded a captivating charm.

After finishing his morning exercise as usual, Lin Quan sat cross-legged on the sofa and once again entered a meditative state.