Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

If you like someone, take the initiative to approach them; if you encounter setbacks, just laugh it off; if things really work out, bring them home directly—you can handle it, you can afford it, and the house is spacious enough.

In this world that worships money and superpowers, he has both skills and has not lost a single game so far.

"It's only been a few days since the bombing, and the new building is already standing with sharp angles—the speed of infrastructure construction in the United States is simply mind-blowing."

Looking at the mansion with its cold, steel structure, Chung Kwok-hung parked the car steadily in front of the iron gate and strode forward.

Upon presenting the gold-embossed invitation, the guard immediately bowed and gestured for him to enter: "Mr. Chung, please."

As I stepped across the threshold, familiar faces came into view: Nick, Phil, and Rogers, all chatting and laughing in the hall.

"Zhong! This party is truly lively now that you're here." Tony's eyes lit up as he came to greet him.

"Didn't we say we were going to have a party?" Chung Kwok-hung joked with a smile.

"Which one have you got your eye on?" Tony asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I don't even have the interest to glance at your Pepper," Chung Kwok-hung said frankly.

That powerful woman, whose timing was more precise than a stopwatch, was incompatible with him; her sharp and capable appearance was also not in his ideal type.

"Want me to introduce you?" Tony asked again.

"No need, the target has been locked in." Chung Kwok-hung's lips curled up slightly, his smile confident.

"I wish you great success!" Tony laughed heartily.

Zhong Guohong tilted his head back and drank the red wine in his glass. Then he took out a small celadon pot and poured more than half a glass of aged Wuliangye liquor.

"Give me a sip too." Without saying a word, Tony poured out the expensive red wine in his hand.

Chung Kwok-hung filled his glass, and the two clinked glasses lightly, taking a small sip.

"The rest are ours." Rogers reached out and took the flask, his smile hearty.

"Whatever you like," Zhong Guohong replied. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he walked toward a woman in a black dress in the corner.

"Hello, Dragon Man, I'm Natalie Chloe." She held up her champagne glass with a smile.

"Hello, Chung Kwok-hung, just call me Chung—you know me?" He was slightly surprised. The face in front of him looked exactly like Monica Bellucci in her early twenties, hitting his aesthetic bullseye; more subtly, there was a warm yet solid energy subtly floating within her.

"Who hasn't heard of the Dragon Knight?" Natalie blinked.

"Am I that famous?" Chung Kwok-hung raised an eyebrow and asked.

"During that big battle in New York last time, you were the only one who didn't destroy a single building or injure a single civilian when you took action." Natalie raised her glass, her eyes clear.

When the Chitauri army was pressing in, the main battlefield was right above Manhattan.

Iron Man Tony Stark's cannon fire destroyed three office buildings, Captain America Rogers' shield swept across and cracked the entire Fifth Avenue, and Thor's lightning struck through the approach bridge of the Brooklyn Bridge—the aftershocks carried glass shards and broken bricks, injuring many passersby who couldn't dodge in time.

Chung Kwok-hung, however, seemed to be walking on wind blades across the street. Every palm strike grazed the window sill, and every burst of energy bypassed the crowd, without even shaking the hot dog stand at the roadside stall.

A wave of postwar claims surged, with dozens of residents showing up at his door with lawyer's letters. Tony was in a lot of pain from the compensation, and Rogers issued three public apologies.

As the party ended, the crystal chandelier still shone with a warm light as Chung Kwok-hung and Natalie walked side by side through the revolving door.

He wanted to uncover the secret hidden deep within her, while she had her eye on the undisclosed serum formulas in his possession.

"With such a trump card right in front of them, who would be foolish enough to push open the door and rush out?"

Was she a spy sent by S.H.I.E.L.D.? Chung Kwok-hung couldn't be bothered to find out.

During the time he was practicing the Yin-Yang True Scripture with her, a force that could tear apart heaven and earth suddenly exploded within him—more intense than the Vermilion Bird Burning the Sky, and more profound than the Black Tortoise Suppressing the Sea.

"I can replicate other people's superpowers exactly?"

"In the Marvel universe, Hope is born with the ability to steal mutant powers."

"Could it be that Natalie is from her ancestral lineage?"

The thought had barely formed when he slapped it away with his palm. He sat cross-legged and resumed his breathing exercises.

Natalie leaned against the sofa armrest, her voice weak: "Zhong... I... I'm a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent..."

"Nick's tricks should have been exposed a long time ago." Chung Kwok-hung smiled and handed over a piece of paper. "I'll write your resignation letter for you tomorrow morning—come on, I'll go with you to hand it to him in person."

"Mmm." Her eyelids were half-closed, and her response was light but firm.

At 9:00 a.m. the next day, the black sedan stopped in front of the iron gate of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"Attending a few more parties won't hurt. Even if you don't meet a girl you like, it's worth eavesdropping on a couple of gossips."

Half an hour later, the two were standing in the elevator.

Natalie swiped her access card and went straight into the personnel department to fill out the form, her handwriting crisp and neat.

With another step, he entered Nick Fury's smoke-filled office.

Fury held a cigar between his fingers, his pupils slightly contracted, but his face remained as cold and hard as ever: "Zhong, a rare guest indeed."

"I'm resigning today; let's discuss the price now." Zhong Guohong slammed the resignation letter onto the walnut wood table, the corner of the paper jolting.

Fury breathed a sigh of relief, a smirk playing on his lips: "I want the complete data set for the exclusive Super Soldier Serum."

"I haven't even formulated that stuff yet." Chung Kwok-hung leaned back in his chair. "Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes diagnosis and treatment based on syndrome differentiation, with each prescription tailored to a specific individual's fate. Only when you thoroughly understand the 'Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic' and brew your own serum will it truly be suitable for your body."

Fury narrowed his single eye: "The original formulas for the strength and speed serums."

"Deal." Chung Kwok-hung nodded. The success rate of the mass-produced version is less than 10%—if S.H.I.E.L.D. really dares to gamble with the lives of a hundred people, he'd be happy to see how they collect their corpses.

With incredible luck, thirty out of a hundred survive; with average luck, ten or so hold on; with terrible luck, the entire army is wiped out, without even a chance to cry out in despair.

With a flick of his pen, Frey signed and stamped his name, the red seal as bright as blood.

Natalie's name was completely erased from the S.H.I.E.L.D. roster from that point on.

Chung Kuo-hung immediately accessed the encrypted cloud drive, and the two serum data files were instantly transmitted to the other party's terminal.

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On the way back to the manor, Wanda's chaotic magic, wrapped in crimson flames, swirled around the gate, while Natasha's dagger gleamed coldly in the setting sun.

His stamina was inexhaustible; even if they took turns, they couldn't wear him down in the slightest.

The Vermilion Bird True Fire tempers the muscles and bones day and night, and the recovery speed has long surpassed the limit of consumption.

The more you practice the Yin-Yang True Scripture, the thicker it becomes; where does the word "fatigue" come from?

Natalie injected herself with the serum seven times in a row, her knuckles gleaming with a bluish-green luster, and she punched out a punch that crackled through the air.

He never hid his ability to replicate superpowers.

Piteno incorporated his teleportation and wall-passing techniques into his movement skills, and that very night he slipped into the Wakanda Royal Laboratory.

"The Protector's teleportation skill is too tempting—it can carry living things across dimensions and even force people into the Dark Realm. First, control their minds, then steal their skills."

Now, the Minghong Blade, which has devoured all five Infinity Stones, lies dormant deep within his consciousness.

The Mind Gem tempered his soul day and night, and Professor Charles's mental barrier was as thin as a sheet of paper in his presence.