The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Ah—" A bald foreigner to Zhang Chang'an's left was the first to pull out a dagger and stab him.

Just as he suspected, this shady business was essentially a London gang. Everyone in it was armed.

"Whoosh!" The sound of wind breaking swept past Zhang Chang'an.

The bald man's attack was hasty, and his dagger was short, so he didn't need to dodge too far to avoid the blow.

But the next moment, a punch with brass knuckles came straight for his face.

The room was luxuriously decorated, but it wasn't very big. When Zhang Chang'an stood on the table, everyone around him was no more than half a meter away.

So he decisively stepped back again, then swung his legs in place and leaped off the table.

As he kicked, he was still standing on the already dazed blond-haired middle-aged man, so he was directly trampled and curled up, his pained expression deepening.

Zhang Chang'an then performed a backflip in the room, instantly flipping from the table to behind the sofa.

The foreigner on the sofa had just pulled out a folding knife from his pocket, ready to stab him.

The person in front of him suddenly rose into the air and instantly appeared behind him.

"Snap!" As Zhang Chang'an landed, he grabbed the man's hair and slammed his neck against the back of the sofa.

As the man's neck bones cracked, Zhang Chang'an slammed his elbow down.

"Law...!" The man's pupils rolled back, and he fell silent.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Chang'an steadied himself in the room and immediately saw the blond middle-aged man half-lying on the table, not completely unconscious. He raised his hand and gave the order: "Kill him!"

Zhang Chang'an's pupils contracted as he caught a glimpse of the exposed side of the neck amidst the chaotic environment.

A faint blue glow was clearly visible in the prominent blood vessels in his neck.

Zhang Chang'an seemed to realize something and decisively reached his hand behind his body.

Several foreigners stood up menacingly, each wielding a weapon, and pounced on him.

Zhang Chang'an finally raised his hand and grabbed the short handle hidden behind his waist.

"Clang!" Zhang Chang'an raised his hand and drew a thin-bladed single-edged sword, the same length as his arm, from his coat, instantly blocking a short knife coming from the opposite direction.

These foreigners were still under the influence of the drugs, and all their actions were crazy.

The person in front of him, holding a knife, stepped onto the sofa and lunged at him.

If Zhang Chang'an hadn't reacted quickly, he would have already pounced over the sofa.

"Whoosh!" Zhang Chang'an decisively raised his other hand, twisted his waist and hips, and threw a punch that hit the man's chin, causing him to stagger backward.

After delivering the punch, Zhang Chang'an stopped, took a half-step back, and decisively shook his right wrist to firmly grip the hilt of the knife.

This knife has a wooden board with a steel handle and is double-edged.

A close look at the structure of the guard makes its origin easy to determine. This is a bayonet mounted at the front of a spear.

However, Zhang Chang'an did not carry a long spear. This was a close-combat weapon that Li Bo had asked him about.

Hong Quan was most skilled in stick fighting, but it was really inconvenient to carry a two-meter-long stick around in the city.

So he specifically asked for such a bayonet and hid it in his coat.

"Whoosh!" The foreigner was blasted back and landed directly on top of the blond middle-aged man.

But immediately from the left, another foreigner came running with brass knuckles.

Zhang Chang'an decisively stepped back half a step with his left foot and immediately raised his hand to press down on the inside of the arm that was being slammed into him.

The man had already thrown a punch that made a whooshing sound, but it was pushed off course by him.

Zhang Chang'an flipped his right hand up and down.

"Pfft! Pfft!" Two sounds of flesh tearing open, and the man immediately clutched his waist and wrist. With a "bang," he was kicked to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, he had knocked down two of the five people in the room, and the blond middle-aged man, along with the foreigner he had punched, had just gotten up from the table.

Zhang Chang'an turned his head and saw that only the two of them remained, along with a panicked Thomas, who was still standing in the room.

However, his expression remained solemn as he stood there, shaking his left hand in bewilderment: "These people are incredibly strong."

The person who was initially knocked unconscious by his elbow fell peacefully, without feeling anything.

After a few more touches, he finally realized what was going on.

These people's strength was beyond the range of ordinary people, which reminded Zhang Chang'an of the thugs from the Jean-Glaucon family on the steamship.

Like the person he just slashed down, normally he would raise his hand to deflect someone's punch. With his current physical abilities and proper technique, he should be able to completely defend against it no matter what.

But that person just now, he only changed direction, and ultimately he still had to dodge to the other side to completely avoid it.

"This must be the effect of the blue agate." Zhang Chang'an glanced at the state of the people opposite him and quickly confirmed this.

He discovered that the other two, besides Thomas, were noticeably more energetic and lively after he had beaten them.

Their blood was boiling, and they were eager to try. Without asking any questions, they grabbed short knives and brass knuckles and wanted to rush up and fight him again.

Most importantly, blue light had already started to shine from their wrists, the sides of their necks, and even their temples.

Those blue agates that they had driven in have clearly undergone some kind of change.

At the window that Zhang Chang'an broke at the beginning, the curtains fluttered, and the light inside the room naturally flickered.

The dim lighting in the room helped Zhang Chang'an in easily defeating the first few people.

Now, with the light distorted, Zhang Chang'an suddenly saw brand new text:

"You have discovered a secret of history: diluted blue agate possesses unique medicinal properties. Some use it as a hallucinogenic tonic, but its most obvious effect is, of course, causing monstrous mutations in the human body..."

"You have gained 100 Time Fragments".

Upon learning of the new uses of blue agate, the family genealogy immediately sent him a new reward.

However, this does not seem to solve the current situation, as the two gang members remain a threat.

In response, Zhang Chang'an decisively took half a step back, and then immediately threw the bayonet in his hand to his left.

"Whoosh..." The coat swung around in the room, and Zhang Chang'an reached inside the coat once again.

This time, after he withdrew his hand.

The room immediately became much brighter:

"Bang! Bang!"

Zhang Chang'an decisively pulled the trigger and slammed the hammer down with the handle of his knife.

The two men at the table, each shot in the shoulder, frowned and collapsed, utterly exhausted.

"Phew!" Zhang Chang'an calmly blew on the muzzle of his gun, then turned away helplessly: "There were a lot of people and the environment was chaotic before. Did they really think I didn't bring a gun..."

After turning around, he found that all that remained in front of him was the obedient target hiding by the wall.