Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Tony was barbed, never getting to the point, just chatting idly over his teacup before turning around and saying, "The talks fell apart."

Rogers and Charles downplayed the topic, quickly changing the subject to talk about the weather and old times.

The last shred of room for maneuver was thus extinguished. The authorities neither launched an attack nor exerted pressure.

A direct confrontation? You can't win! Reasoning? There's no reasoning with them!

To put it bluntly, the land of Xuyang Mountain Villa was already "gifted" to the Kryptonians by them long ago.

Who has the audacity to speak up for the aliens when they're seizing their assets?

Amanda, filled with resentment, suddenly remembered that there was a Kryptonian still alive on Earth—Clark.

Three days later, Clark stepped into Xuyang Villa and, after careful analysis, presented a series of "reasonable demands."

Chung Kwok-hung didn't bother listening. He raised his hand and swiftly and cleanly stabbed Clark, who fell to the ground and turned into dust.

Whether Clark is good or evil is none of his business.

The other party wants to take over the Kryptonian legacy? Does that mean Xuyang Manor will also fall under his control?

They came to seize our property, acting like they owned the place. Should we keep them around for the New Year?

Clark, swayed by Amanda's few words, actually believed the story of the "official gift" and thought that as the only surviving Kryptonian on Earth, he should enjoy this "legacy" all to himself.

Chung Kwok-hung has always been decisive and ruthless, never hesitating to act – if someone dares to reach out, he'll chop off their hand.

Anyone who covets his territory, regardless of their character, is an enemy.

He had different approaches to dealing with different opponents:

Superman Clark's fighting power is beyond comprehension; if he is not spared, he will surely become a future threat.

Amanda and Dulles wielded power but were utterly powerless, like paper tigers, so weak that even stepping on them would dirty one's shoes.

Even though Dulles has stepped down, his former power still lingers, and his current actions are attracting attention.

As people climb the social ladder, making enemies is inevitable.

Now that he's locked in an iron cage, someone will eventually take justice into their own hands; there's no need for Chung Kwok-hung to do it himself.

After seeing off the last "lobbyist," Chung Kwok-hung led Wanda and the others straight to the football field.

With twenty girls and him, they barely managed to form two teams, and the game was fiercely contested.

No superpowers allowed, no magic allowed, just pure physical instinct to fight – speed, strength, and reflexes are all essential, sparks fly between offense and defense.

Sometimes, a misstep would send the ball flying out of bounds, causing a burst of laughter.

Running, competing, and passing the ball together is both a way to get to know each other and a way to relax.

On the field, Zhong Guohong often stumbles from being bumped, but he grins and turns around to dribble back and launch a counterattack, enjoying it immensely.

At Xuyang Mountain Villa, there are billiard rooms, soccer fields, basketball courts... everywhere is a vibrant and energetic playground.

There are no rules to bind you, no time limits, you can play for as long as you want, and play as many rounds as you want.

As dusk fell, everyone showered, changed clothes, and headed to the cafeteria together.

The resort has thirty chefs, all of whom are Michelin-starred chefs, with a starting monthly salary of $300,000.

The initial offer was 100,000. After trying a few meals, Chung Kwok-hung shook his head and laughed, "It's too easy. With such good cooking skills, it would be a shame not to tan."

With a stroke of the pen, the number of employees tripled.

When you don't feel like cooking or reheating dishes, just sit in the cafeteria—hot soup and rice, freshly made and served, full of the warmth of everyday life.

If you want to try authentic Chinese food, there are master chefs in the cafeteria; if you want to try something different and have Western food, there are also Western chefs who specialize in it.

Of the thirty chefs, twenty-seven are veterans with decades of experience in Chinese cuisine, while the remaining three specialize in Western cuisine.

In Chung Kwok-hung's view, there are two categories of cuisines on Earth: Chinese food and Western food, which is "not really a cuisine".

It wasn't that he looked down on Western food, but rather that the dishes were just the same old variations, and the cooking methods were so straightforward they were almost rudimentary.

The resort's employees are used to eating Chinese food year-round, relying on it for most of their meals, with Western food serving as a rare treat every now and then.

Xuyang Mountain Villa covers an area of ​​one million acres, which is equivalent to more than 4,000 square kilometers.

Pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, geese, fish, shrimp, crabs, along with fruits, vegetables, rice, wheat, and other grains, more than 90% of which are grown and raised by the resort itself.

Wild pheasants, badgers, muntjacs, and rabbits from deep in the mountains and forests are occasionally served on the dinner table.

Chung Kuo-hung releases a batch of animals into the mountains every now and then—on the other side of Earth, wild beasts have long since overcrowded the mountaintops.

The free-range chickens, ducks, geese, and pigs raised in the courtyard house are all native breeds without any hybrid blood.

The soup, made from ten-year-old free-range hens raised in Gaoli Mountain, is simmered in a pot with only old ginger, Sichuan peppercorns, and coarse salt. The aroma is so rich that it can be carried hundreds of meters away by the mountain breeze.

The aroma of the old duck stewed with perilla seeds, old ginger, Sichuan peppercorns, and coarse salt may not be able to travel for miles, but it can still tempt people across half a mountain valley.

In the first generation, chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, and sheep were all fast-grown, high-quality breeds. Their meat was tough and bland, with so little freshness that it was almost impossible to taste.

By the end of the previous life, even poultry and livestock had been completely transformed by breeding companies.

Nowadays, nine and a half out of ten poultry and livestock sold on the market are artificially improved fast-growing breeds.

Are ducks over ten years old hard to find? On Mount Kali, a replica of Earth, the mountains are full of chickens that are thirty years old, ducks that are twenty years old, and geese that are fifteen years old.

Chickens, ducks, and geese can live for more than ten years, and Zhong Guohong always has more old poultry and livestock than he ever needs.

After dinner, we returned to the mountain villa on the mountaintop, went swimming, and then practiced the Yin-Yang True Scripture again.

Chung Kwok-hung slumped on the sofa, picked up a century-old Guba cigar, and lazily took a puff.

Unlike wine, cigars don't necessarily get better with age; however, some cigars become more mellow with age, truly becoming more exquisite after a century.

The century-old tobacco, alcohol, and tea brands are everywhere on Earth; and Zhong Guohong, who holds the treasure trove, can replicate as many as he wants.

"For ordinary people, smoking damages the lungs; but for me? My skin is impervious to toxins, so why would I be afraid of a little bit of tobacco smoke?"

Like many heavy smokers, he always likes to light a cigarette when he has free time—not that he's addicted, but he just feels uneasy with his fingers empty and only feels at ease with a cigarette between his fingers.

After stubbing out his cigarette and practicing his marksmanship one more time, Chung Kwok-hung fell asleep immediately and slept soundly until dawn.

He ate breakfast at the canteen as usual. After returning to the villa, he squinted and pondered for a moment before instructing Xiaobai to start the research and development of energy-type nano-insect bombs.

The nanobot technology, acquired from the Cobra organization, has undergone several iterations and upgrades, and it can easily devour metals, organic matter, and composite materials, but it becomes ineffective when it encounters energy shields.

If an energy version were to be developed, perhaps we wouldn't even need to lift a finger to deal with Kryptonians in the future.

Two types of insect-like bullets were fired simultaneously, several of each type. Whether it was the Kryptonian himself, his vehicle, or his spaceship, they would be devoured into a pile of glowing, eerie remains in the blink of an eye.

At 2 p.m. sharp, Chen Jin stepped into Xuyang Villa.

Several months ago, Hydra's leader, Malik, learned that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Fitz had rescued Simmons, who was stranded on an alien planet. He secretly laid a trap and quickly kidnapped both of them.

A few days later, Malik used the power of the Black Stone to teleport several of his trusted men to an alien planet.