The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an, holding Thomas in his hand like a chick, walked straight out of the room.

This man was, after all, a spoiled English playboy, the kind who was utterly hopeless.

Perhaps it was because his father had endured all the hardships of his life when he followed Wellington into the pass that he was left with no strength at all.

Even if she had taken the blue agate, she was still someone Zhang Chang'an could easily manipulate.

Perhaps it's precisely because he's on drugs that this guy is now in a daze and doesn't resist at all.

"Go ahead and smoke. You call that a panacea? You've been addicted to opium for years and you haven't succumbed to it. Be happy about that." Zhang Chang'an was not surprised at all. He simply raised his gun in one hand and grabbed the man with the other, leading him out.

As he expected, the second floor of the not-so-large company was completely empty.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the stairs, not a single normal person could be seen.

"Ah..." A company employee who looked somewhat like a waiter quietly collapsed on the side of the stairs, sobbing.

This man must be the one who went to inform the people inside earlier, but now he has many marks of punches and kicks on his body, and he can no longer utter a complete sentence for a while.

"Want a drink?" Zheng Kui leaned against the bar on the first floor and calmly poured himself a glass of wine.

The lobby around him was a mess. One after another, betting company employees and armed security guards lay scattered all over the lobby, just like the man on the stairs.

The tables and chairs were overturned, and the board displaying information about the horse race was severely damaged, landing on the person who had fallen to the ground.

Many bottles of liquor were broken inside the bar, and the bartender who had been selling insider information was now sleeping peacefully on the table.

"2...4...8..." Zhang Chang'an casually counted the number of people, then immediately fell into deep thought: "About ten, and one or two even have guns... Did this guy stage a scene with me on the steamship before?"

Zheng Kui had clearly managed to swindle all the company employees in the room, except for a few people, all by himself. He himself only had a slightly dirty hem and a few tears in his clothes; he wasn't injured at all.

Zhang Chang'an naturally felt that he had greatly underestimated Zheng Kui's strength.

Although he dared to rush in and take action earlier, it was because the people inside the house wanted to run away, and the one outside who wanted to go upstairs must be Zheng Kui.

"But at the time, I was only thinking that if I really couldn't beat him, he could come in and help. If I had known you were this strong, why would I have made any plans? I could have just barged in." Zhang Chang'an shook his head helplessly and declined Zheng Kui's invitation to have a drink.

"Fine, forget about drinking then. We've caught them, let's go." Zheng Kui tilted his head back and took a swig of whiskey, then immediately spoke up.

Zhang Chang'an pushed the person he was carrying forward slightly, then said, "Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs and check?"

Zheng Kui seemed to only then notice the unusual behavior of the target next to him, frowned, and his expression indeed became much more serious.

The two quickly dragged Thomas back to their room on the second floor.

The people inside were still sleeping peacefully. Zhang Chang'an hadn't hit them too hard earlier, so some were dizzy, some were in pain, and no one could get up.

"Pretty professional, all the shots were to the legs, but it was still a bit too harsh. This kind of idiot might keep moving after being shot, and if he loses too much blood, it will be harder to save him. Next time, it would be better to shoot him in the legs and then knock him out with a couple of shots to the hands."

Zheng Kui raised his hand and turned the blond middle-aged man lying on the ground.

Both of them, including the guy next to him, had been shot in the thigh. This was a result of Zhang Chang'an's deliberate control, preventing the raid from turning into a tragedy while ensuring they couldn't catch up.

However, this was naturally not the main point of their return.

They were opened mainly to examine the utensils on the table.

"No problem, it's blue agate," Zheng Kui said casually after taking a quick look.

"When you introduced these things to me, you didn't say that you could use them on your body," Zhang Chang'an replied.

As Zheng Kui walked to another part of the room to continue his inspection, he said, "I've only heard about it, and what kind of boss would come up here and bring his men to learn about this kind of thing?"

Zhang Chang'an only made a casual comment before getting down to business, recounting everything he had overheard: "Have you dealt with this Blood Sand Company before?"

Zheng Kui immediately replied, "Of course, they are the kind of people who absolutely cannot be associated with Mike. I would rather be as close as family with the Jean-Glaucon family than associate with them."

Upon hearing this, and drawing upon his previous observations, Zhang Chang'an immediately understood the nature of this organization.

"Unlike us, who are mostly Chinese, or the Jean-Gregorian family, who are all Italians, they have people from Ireland, Scotland, Spain, Portugal, and all sorts of places. The only thing they have in common is that they are all bastards."

We've always felt that the "gambling" in their company name refers to their mentality—crazy and eccentric like gamblers, never considering rules or ethics.

Casinos, smuggling, human trafficking, underground boxing—because the people working there are all sorts of shady characters, their company actually does all sorts of things. If you ever find a seemingly shady place in London, nine times out of ten it belongs to them.

Zhang Chang'an nodded, then asked, "Doesn't that mean you have a lot of power?"

Zheng Kui pondered for a moment, then pursed his lips: "You could say that, but given how things have become, the whole company is naturally in a state of disarray. There are even several factions within the company itself, so it's not really that much of a problem for us."

As a senior colleague in the company, Zheng Kui's street knowledge was truly astonishing: "Moreover, they were greedy for more than they were good at. Although they had a lot of business, there were not many of them who were really good at it."

Smuggling can't compete with Jean-Glaucon, and there aren't many large-scale gambling dens or underground boxing matches. Their main business is this kind of horse racing company.

As he spoke, he pointed to the building beneath his feet.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chang'an raised an eyebrow: "Then this hits the nail on the head?"

Zheng Kui immediately shrugged: "Otherwise, why would I dare to touch Blue Agate? This guy is probably a second-tier leader, and besides, why do you think I'm in such a hurry?"

As he spoke, he showed some of the things he had plundered.

Zhang Chang'an glanced at it and thought it was some kind of evidence related to business, but it turned out to be all banknotes, along with some bonds and horse racing tickets.

Soon, Zhang Chang'an grabbed Thomas and followed Zheng Kui out of the building.

Only then did he realize that Zheng Kui had known about the illegal drugs related to Blue Agate for a long time, so the main reason he went up there with him was to plunder the money and other valuables.

"Why didn't you say so earlier if you were in such a hurry to run away?" Zhang Chang'an helped the still delirious Thomas into the carriage, then said to Zheng Kui with a speechless expression.

Only then did he realize that Zheng Kui had previously caused a scene on the first floor, driving away many gamblers. With so many people, there was always a chance for one or two employees from the other side to sneak in. Therefore, their forced entry could be caught by Scotland Yard cops at any time.

It was in this state that Zheng Kui calmly led him to search the entire room.

Zheng Kui responded with feigned innocence: "We're not cops. If these people really want to get into the blue agate business, that's a problem for the Jean-Glaucon family to solve. There's no need for us to pay any attention."

Zhang Chang'an was somewhat speechless. Zheng Kui was explaining and flipping through the pages at the time, acting unhurriedly. Zhang Chang'an thought that Zheng Kui really had something else he hadn't finished.

However, the carriage slowly drove away, and this time it was a close call without any real danger.

Then Zheng Kui patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'll give you half when we get back, and you don't have to worry about getting paid later on this deal."