Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Eric's fraternity was different—they had done too many outrageous things and were already being closely watched by all sides, constantly being attacked and restrained.

"Eric, Raven, what's up?" Chung Kwok-hung asked casually.

"Chung, we need to buy the serum." Magneto cut straight to the heart of the matter.

"Cash on delivery. How much do you want?" Chung Kwok-hung asked calmly.

"Gold and diamonds, can they be used to offset this?" Eric asked tentatively.

"We don't want diamonds, but we'll take gold." Chung Kwok-hung glanced at him, noticing the Brotherhood's current drab appearance and outdated equipment. After a moment's thought, he said, "How about we price it at $80 million per ton?"

One ton of gold on the market is worth just over 60 million.

Eric's heart skipped a beat, and he asked with a hint of skepticism, "Is that really how it works?"

"What good would it do me to lie to you?" Chung Kwok-hung scoffed.

"I don't even have the right to be fooled by him?" Eric chuckled bitterly to himself, but forced a smile onto his face. "Where's the gold?"

"That open space will do," Chung Kwok-hung casually pointed.

Eric flicked his wrist, and the magnetic force exploded—gold bars from the container trucks flew through the air as if lifted by an invisible giant hand, piling up on the concrete ground in front of the villa.

He controls metals and magnetic fields. He wants gold? As long as the world keeps turning, he can "invite" as much as he wants from underground, from ruins, and from bank vaults.

He could take a trip to a gold or silver mine and all the gold and silver in the entire mine would have to obey his commands.

Each container truck was crammed with about two cubic meters of gold bricks, and ten trucks lined up in a row, their weight causing a slight indentation in the road surface.

Zhong Guohong swept his divine sense across the hidden compartments, calculated for a moment, then looked up and said, "Three hundred and eighty-six tons, is that enough?"

"Enough." Eric nodded readily—he had already noted down the rumors of thousands of tons of gold hidden in the Federal Bank's underground vault; in the future, if the Brotherhood were ever short of money, that underground treasure trove would be a ready-made money bag.

With a flick of his fingertips, Chung Kwok-hung sent gold soaring into the air like liquid, spreading across the entire swimming pool with a dazzling light that made it impossible for anyone to open their eyes.

Manipulating metal and controlling magnetism are not his unique skills—Wanda's fingertips can tear magnetic fields, and Natasha's wrists can deflect bullets; they are all veterans in this field.

As he watched the gold flow and the surface of the pool instantly gleam, Eric's eyelids twitched, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

"In addition to the super soldier serum, we also have a stockpile of power enhancers..." Natasha handed over a syringe that gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.

As the leader of the Brotherhood, Eric first prepared a complete formula for himself and then prepared the same formula for Raven.

The mutants accompanying him each received a shot of Super Soldier Serum in their arm—as soon as the needle was pulled out, their muscles and bones had already subtly tightened, and a burning power ignited deep within their blood.

Eric, whose strength had increased dramatically, strode confidently away, leading Raven and the others.

Now that his physique far surpasses that of ordinary people, with a little more real-world training, revenge will no longer be just empty talk.

Upon returning to the Brotherhood headquarters, he immediately ordered: combat, firearms, and raids, with training in rotation around the clock.

A few days later, a team of mutants stormed Trask Industries, breaking down doors with ease.

Before the factory alarms sounded three times, Stryker Corporation's secret energy-blocking mist had already been sprayed and spread—a grayish-white mist enveloped the corridor, instantly malfunctioning superpowers, like birds with their throats being choked.

Gunshots rang out, screams filled the air, and flames engulfed the glass curtain wall.

But Eric and Raven, injected with the serum, cut through the hail of bullets with their blades and licked the enemy lines with their guns, carving a bloody path through the enemy ranks.

The invincible team rescued more than thirty imprisoned mutants and, incidentally, stole all the cash and research data from the vault.

Trask Industries suffered a major blow, and the Sentinel robot project was accelerated overnight, with blueprints piled up on an entire wall.

When the news reached Stryker, he injected his confidants with liquid adamantium overnight—the injection healed the wounds in the blink of an eye, and the bullets left only shallow marks on the flesh.

Few could withstand Magneto's power, and he felt uneasy; but with the energy-blocking spray in his hand, even the strongest mutants would have to lose their abilities if they entered the arena.

Those assassins who were forged with alloys had fast self-healing, were resistant to impacts, and could withstand high temperatures, making them virtually invincible in close combat.

Once a mutant is caught, a single injection locks their genes, depletes their superpowers, and even the most basic fire control becomes impossible to ignite.

……

Stephen Chow's self-directed and self-starring "Iron Man 1" has wrapped up filming.

When it came to the release of the film, Chung Kwok-hung didn't hesitate and spent a lot of money to acquire 90% of Marvel's theaters in the United States.

The post-production was entirely handled by Xiaobai, and the premiere was held at his flagship cinema.

Tony arrived in person, and after watching the end credits, he remained seated for a long time, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

"Zhong, when do we start filming my movie?" Rogers asked, leaning closer.

"Set design, casting, script—everything is progressing," Chung Kwok-hung said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'd like to invest in your film company," Tony said, fiddling with his cufflinks as if discussing a breakfast menu.

Having stepped into the film and television industry, Chung Kwok-hung has added two new brands to his portfolio: Xuyang Films and Xuyang Cinemas.

More than 90% of Marvel's movie screens are now covered with the Xuyang logo.

He decides what movies to show, how many screenings to schedule, and how many trailers to release.

Stephen Chow and Ng Man-tat's old films, edited and color-graded by Xiaobai, with new subtitles and sound effects, are once again dominating the summer box office.

Don't understand? Don't worry, Xiaobai has already edited the key clips into short videos and uploaded them to social media platforms where they've gone viral.

The kind of plot where "poor people don't deserve designer brands" is something that people without a bit of life experience simply can't appreciate the bitterness behind.

With a new look and a few centimeters shorter, Zhong Guohong hopped on a motorcycle and went for a ride around the city.

"The move to export culture has been quite steady."

Although he lives in America, his heart is always with the East—he wants to let the stories of China drift into the living rooms of every household.

The true skills to protect the country are only passed down to the women closest to you; outsiders want to learn? No way.

"The day I take over all the theater chains in the US, I'll set the pace for Hollywood."

"The benefits of Ratoni joining Sunrise Films are obvious—he has money, looks, and connections at Marvel Studios."

A series of thoughts swirled in his mind, and Zhong Guohong's lips curled into a slight smile: "How many shares are you planning to take?"

"Ten percent, how about that?" Tony hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"Deal." Chung Kwok-hung nodded readily.

"Zhong, how much real money will it take to get this 10%?" Rogers pressed, his eyes gleaming with eagerness.

"Xuyang Film Company is valued at approximately one billion US dollars," Zhong Guohong replied crisply.

"Then I'll take one share first—one percent, is that alright?" Rogers asked eagerly, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.

With its deep pockets, top-notch technology, and extensive network, Xuyang Mountain Villa is destined to make a fortune for Xuyang Film Company.

Once you get on this bandwagon, getting things done with Chung Kwok-hung in the future will naturally be smooth sailing and twice as efficient.