Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

After eliminating all alien threats, he led his team back to Xuyang Manor.

He received a commission of 100 billion yuan and distributed it to each team member in full, according to the agreed ratio.

New York and Raccoon City are devastated, and many wealthy individuals have publicly appealed for donations.

Xuyang Mountain Villa, which just earned over 100 billion yuan, hasn't even made a statement.

Chung Kwok-hung knew perfectly well: if he donated too little, people would criticize him behind his back; if he donated too much, he would feel the pinch—so he might as well not donate at all, which would save him the trouble.

The alien creatures were brought back from space by astronauts; the blame should be placed on certain negligent institutions.

The Bloodthirsty Maniac was born at the Umbrella Corporation's Hive base in Raccoon City, and has absolutely nothing to do with Chung Kwok-hung.

Someone wanted to shift the blame, so they secretly hired a bunch of online trolls to flood the internet with messages saying that Xuyang Villa was cold-blooded, stingy, and unwilling to help those in need.

Zhong Guohong didn't get angry, but simply told Xiaobai to reveal the whole truth—where did the alien beasts come from? Who created the bloodthirsty monster?

Overnight, the Umbrella Corporation and the involved organizations became the target of public condemnation.

After much deliberation, Zhong Guohong went to Robbie's house and set up a farewell dinner, with plenty of food and drink, and said very little.

He then flew to China, thus making a "reasonable exit" from the scene as Dr. Chung Kuo-hung, the "superhuman."

Back at Xuyang Manor, he would either concentrate on honing his spear skills or bury himself in crafting equipment, living a peaceful and carefree life.

Sitting in the Möbius chair, a vast amount of cutting-edge technology flows into your mind like a river into the sea.

As for digesting and absorbing alien technology? He simply handed it over to Xiaobai to figure out.

"Black Stone controls spatial jumps, White Stone controls the flow of time."

With a slight thought, he vanished in an instant, and the next second, he had quietly strolled into the S.H.I.E.L.D. underground storage room.

He quietly copied Bai Shi and a few of his personal belongings, then flashed back to Xuyang Manor.

"Since we're just killing time anyway, let's go to Uranus and bring back a bunch of Kree."

The Inhumans on Earth were originally experimental subjects created by the Kree through the forced modification of ordinary humans.

Thousands of years ago, the Inhumans rose rapidly and swiftly drove the Kree out of Earth.

The Kree, who fled in haste, secretly built an outpost on Uranus, where they have eked out a living ever since.

"Uranus is about 2.6 billion kilometers away from Earth at its closest point and no more than 3 billion kilometers away at its farthest point—while my teleportation at full speed can only cover a maximum of 10,000 kilometers."

After a moment's thought, he raised his hand and tore open a dark blue teleportation portal. In a flash, he stood on the frozen wasteland of Uranus.

The Kree, who use Earthlings as living subjects for experiments? He wouldn't hesitate to do so.

In his eyes, the Kree, with their yellow eyes, blue skin, and tall, aloof demeanor, were neither messengers of civilization nor superior beings—they were merely predators in human form, intelligent beasts with fangs.

"One hundred and twenty-seven, not one missing, tie them all up and take them back."

He replicated a light-speed armored vehicle, ran straight over the frozen ground, and precisely crashed into the alloy dome of the Kree outpost.

The Treasure Bowl's power activated, and metal shackles wrapped around the wrists and ankles of every Kree like living snakes, locking them in place with a click.

He swept his divine sense across the entire area, casually rolling up hundreds of struggling and screaming bodies and stuffing them all into the carriage.

Back at Xuyang Manor, he fenced off an open space and built a rugged gladiator arena.

Have Xiaobai access the live streaming system and send out a group invitation message.

The first episode of "Kree Fighters" aired promptly at 8 p.m. the following night.

Ordinary people who have never seen real aliens are frantically registering accounts and becoming members.

For just ten dollars a month, you can watch the blue-skinned, yellow-eyed Crees fight a bloody battle on the sand—and probably less than one percent of the world's population could actually sit still and not click in.

On the screen, Nick stared at the familiar face, his voice strained: "...Is it really a Kree?"

Beneath the ruins of S.H.I.E.L.D., half of the Kree's remains are still buried.

To continue mass-producing the resurrection serum, we either need to dig out that half-body fragment, or—buy a live one.

It's no secret that S.H.I.E.L.D. is working on the resurrection serum.

As soon as the news spread, any influential organization immediately flooded Xuyang Mountain Villa's communication channels with calls, eager to inquire about prices, grab spots, and negotiate for exclusive contracts.

In the center of the arena, two Kree faced each other across the iron bars, their eyes swirling with shame, resentment, and a barely concealed fear.

As the countdown reached zero, they grabbed their blunt-bladed battle axes and pounced on their former comrades-in-arms—their attacks were ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points.

They would rather die than experience that feeling of being nailed to the lab table and cut up at will.

Even ants know to squeeze into cracks to survive; who really wants to close their eyes and wait to die?

The Kree used Earthlings for drug testing, biopsy, and genetic modification, and Chung Kwok-hung returned the favor with an equal amount of iron and fire.

Of the 127 he captured, he kept only one as a breeding stock, and put the remaining 126 up for sale.

In the arena, two Kree men, whose bone marrow had been extracted and who had been given nerve agents, could only swing their weapons at their former comrades and best friends.

In less than three minutes, a man's throat was slit open, blue blood splattered all over the ground, and he collapsed on the spot.

Chung Kwok-hung didn't even blink, and immediately started the auction—he wanted to squeeze every last drop of value out of the corpse.

Rumors that Kree blood could be used to extract resurrection potions caused an instant uproar online.

The few who frowned and said "too cruel" were immediately silenced by a barrage of insults in the live chat: "What are you pretending to be, you saint? Your ancestors probably had their glands removed by them back then!"

A search of historical records revealed that the Kree had built laboratories on Earth as early as four thousand years ago, and the Inhumans were all descendants of them who repeatedly experimented on living people—99% of Earthlings grit their teeth just hearing the name.

The starting bid was 100 million Hong Kong dollars, which soared to 5 billion Hong Kong dollars within three minutes.

Ultimately, the first Cree carcass was sold for 8.7 billion Chinese dollars.

The live stream ended, and the backend settlement was completed. Zhong Guohong glanced at the numbers: over 9.75 billion, all from tips and auction proceeds.

"That doesn't even include membership top-ups."

He waved his hand, telling Xiaobai to donate all the money to those top Chinese universities that were on the international sanctions list.

The live stream resumed at 8 PM the following day.

The living Crees were dragged back to iron cages to rest, while the dead were immediately taken to the auction stage.

In less than five minutes, the second body was sold for 10.5 billion Chinese dollars.

The contest is held daily, and the auction takes place every night.

Including tips and auctions alone, the daily net income exceeds 10 billion RMB.

Time flew by like a rushing glacier, and more than four months passed in the blink of an eye.

True to his word, Zhong Guohong slammed the only surviving Kree back to the Uranus station with such force that the hatch vibrated loudly.

With a swift movement, he captured all the remaining Cree people in the station, leaving none behind, even pulling out those hiding in the ventilation ducts.

When the Uranus station suddenly lost contact, the Kree leadership was in an uproar and quickly dispatched more than 400 elite troops to board the ship for assistance.

The moment they stepped into the cabin, before the alarm could even be sounded, Chung Kwok-hung swept them all to the ground with a single blow.

The Kree who had been released slumped in front of the control panel, his hands trembling as he typed the emergency communication key, his voice hoarse and shaky.