The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Back then, Boss Chen led Uncle Li and the others to England to start from scratch, building their business from a table in an old warehouse at the docks to the company that now has several floors."

It all started because Boss Chen had a deadbeat father who couldn't stay in his hometown.

Zheng Kui explained, and then gave Zhang Chang'an a brief history of the company: "For this reason, he always forbade employees from touching these kinds of things. Besides, Charlie Lin himself wasn't a good person."

Guess why he never contacts us? He has quite a few of his men in Chinatown; otherwise, he wouldn't know that his client has taken a liking to horse racing.

Zhang Chang'an roughly understood what he meant: "So it's best not to let these two get involved?"

Zheng Kui was quite pleased with his understanding: "That's exactly what I meant."

Mike isn't exactly a saint either; he's more like a mad dog most of the time. He's useful for dealing with some of the more stubborn creditors, but it's best to keep him away from other gangs. He's too prone to causing trouble.

Zhang Chang'an nodded to indicate that he understood, and then focused all his attention on the map in front of him.

This matter sounds urgent, but in practice it's not that difficult.

Because Charlie Lin was no pushover, he provided them with additional information afterward.

So, they went back and used their company connections to make a few inquiries, which basically pinpointed Thomas Howard's location. Normally, finding people who owe money is the most troublesome part of their job.

Now, all that remains for them is to bring Thomas back.

Zhang Chang'an pondered for a moment, then turned his gaze back to the map in front of him.

To be precise, this is not a map of the horse farm.

Looking out the window, they realized they had already slowly driven past a bustling, lively racetrack.

There you can see many exceptionally handsome racehorses, as well as gentlemen and ladies dressed in exquisite attire.

But that's not their goal, because decent people... who watches horse racing?

Zheng Kui drew a line on the map with his pen, which was the name of their destination: "[Iron Hoof Horse Racing Company]".

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The three most important things for an English gentleman are his wife, his mistress, and his betting register.

This is a very old British proverb that basically represents the status of horse racing in this era.

Horse racing has a long history in Britain, but often the key is not on the racetrack.

Zhang Chang'an and his companions stepped off the carriage, and before them lay the edge of Westminster.

There are no cheap shacks here, but rather many large manor houses.

Of course, the building in front of them was clearly not it.

This is a small building with a considerable area but very low floors. The first floor is a large hall with few windows, and there is a protruding stable next to it, making it look like a small outdoor horse farm.

If you get a little closer, you can see groups of foreigners from all over London holding betting tickets.

Britain does not ban horse racing because these activities are primarily led by the nobility, and it is not permissible to interfere with the nobles' enjoyment of the game.

However, nobles generally don't gamble with casual gamblers; they have their own circles. After all, they organize and participate in the competitions, so often the outcome is something they tacitly agree on. It's just gambling for fun.

This is why the upper and lower levels of the horse racing industry are completely separated; this is the lower level, a gathering place for people who are genuinely betting on the chance to get rich quick.

The company in front of us isn't that big. The really large companies are located right next to the racecourse, or even in the city of London, where gamblers flock every day, creating a frighteningly lively atmosphere.

"Let's proceed as planned. I'll go in first."

As Zheng Kui spoke, he lowered his hat and casually ruffled his hair.

Zhang Chang'an remained standing in the same spot, at the entrance of a public restroom on the side of the company, watching Zheng Kui clutch his pockets and awkwardly walk towards the horse racing company.

"No wonder he's the team leader, he's a true veteran actor." Zhang Chang'an nodded silently, almost transforming into Zhang Yimou.

Zheng Kui was obviously infiltrating under a false pretense.

Although his movements were strange, his suspicious and pale state most resembled that of a gambling addict who didn't earn much money but was prone to betting large sums of money.

Seeing this, Zhang Chang'an couldn't help but acknowledge Zheng Kui's advantages:

"He's a senior, so he's probably done this kind of thing a lot. And he doesn't even use weapons, so as long as he's not recognized, there's no need to worry about not being able to get in."

Zhang Chang'an has been practicing his boxing these past few days, but his body-cultivation technique is incomplete, and the effect is still lacking. He needs other gains to assist him.

Of course, considering the scenarios in which he needs to use his abilities, his fists and feet are more than enough.

"Buzz..." Zhang Chang'an gently placed his hand on the company's outer wall, and immediately a buzzing sound filled his ears.

As his mind gradually calmed down, all sorts of chaotic noises in the building suddenly became very noticeable.

The key point is that after that, Zhang Chang'an slowly cleared his thoughts, and these chaotic sounds were thus separated.

"9 pounds 15 pence! All in!"

"Jack Kid has won three games in a row, anyone want to place a bet?"

"Sir, here's your gin. Also, I actually have some inside information about this issue; it only costs five shillings. Please consider it..."

As Zhang Chang'an listened to the chaotic sounds, he began to slowly inhale.

The strong smell of sweat, the musty smell of various wooden structures, and the pungent smell of alcohol, along with the various sounds in his ears, all contributed to the structure of the building.

Hunting with your senses is indeed a pretty good tactic.

The fact that he was able to complete so many missions so quickly was largely due to his hunting and tracking abilities.

The most orthodox application of this technique should be in wilderness and forests, but sometimes, crowded and chaotic cities are not much different from such places.

"Ah—that's awesome!" Zhang Chang'an was thinking to himself when he suddenly heard this noise.

His first reaction was that he heard people exercising in the building, since the person making the sound seemed to be in a very comfortable and enjoyable mood.

However, Zhang Chang'an soon realized that something was wrong.

"This purity is only about half, any stronger and you won't be able to handle it. But am I right? Even at this level, it's still much stronger than the stuff you smoked before."

Zhang Chang'an's thoughts suddenly paused, because upon hearing the commotion, he could roughly guess what these people were doing.

More importantly, his hunting senses are not much stronger than his own abilities.

So the fact that he could hear these words so clearly means that the person speaking must have been very close to him.

Zhang Chang'an, deep in thought, raised his head.

Above, a blond-haired foreigner was lying on the sofa by the window, with only half of his head showing.