The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Alright, you're in good shape. There's nothing to do, just need to rest a bit."

Having been thoroughly ravaged, Zhang Chang'an, with his bare upper body twisted, was ruthlessly driven out.

Of course, he didn't travel back in time to suddenly experience the characteristics of that era.

This is deep inside the second floor of Louis Chen's debt company. What he just experienced was a physiotherapy service specifically designed for field staff like them.

The room housed a highly experienced master masseur, skilled in acupuncture, massage, and scraping. He was able to experience the traditional Cantonese approach to health and wellness right there in this ancient and foreign land.

He put his coat back on and walked down the corridor. It was already late at night in London, pitch black outside.

After a busy day, he was still a bit tired even though he had just had a massage. He would probably need to rest for a while before he could regain his energy.

Fortunately, his day's gains were indeed gratifying.

Just as Zheng Kui said, they didn't need to worry about the follow-up issues for their previous deal.

Blood Sand Company operates in the gray market, so unless they are caught red-handed, they dare not hire the police to cause trouble for them.

As for Thomas, getting him to hand over the money was indeed very easy. After all, he wasn't an ordinary commoner.

Blood Sands Company hoped to use him as a medium to open up the blue agate business, naturally because his family was indeed of noble descent from England.

As a descendant of such a family, he is unlikely to be short of money, and indeed dares not refuse to pay.

After Zhang Chang'an and the others brought him back, he woke up not long after. Without those cronies causing trouble around him, he indeed turned into a cowardly young man with little guts.

With his actions exposed to his family and the threat of trouble looming over, the young man quickly pulled out some of his savings to pay back the money owed to Charlie Lin, the Chinese version of Breaking Bad in London.

Zhang Chang'an received the payment very quickly.

Thomas owed Charlie £360 because the deal was quite difficult and involved a large commission, with Zhang Chang'an and his team taking a significant cut.

Including the money Zheng Kui plundered and then divided among himself, Zhang Chang'an earned over one hundred pounds today.

In other words, Zhang Chang'an directly became a half-millionaire in this era.

"Less than a week... and the old ancestor has finally gotten going." Zhang Chang'an walked out of the company and stretched in the night breeze.

With his pockets bulging and sales figures significantly improved, Zhang Chang'an's London event was truly on track.

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After a good night's sleep, Zhang Chang'an got up early in his apartment. The rumble and vibrations of the train outside the window were as usual, but he had gotten used to it.

He made a good profit yesterday, but his apartment is still far away.

After all, he doesn't belong to this era, so he prioritizes his career. He hasn't made much money yet, so there's no need to let his ancestors live too comfortably too early.

Zhang Chang'an had planned his actions for the past month long ago, and the financial expenditures were naturally included in that plan.

The amount of money he will gain after returning from this abnormal timeline is unrelated to how much he spends now.

However, the goal of 2000 pounds is still there, and it is not an easy target.

He had roughly calculated that it would be difficult to achieve this goal by taking orders normally, so he had to work hard to improve himself throughout the month in order to have the ability to seize greater opportunities.

The money he received from the company is one of his bargaining chips for improving himself.

Zhang Chang'an quickly dressed and put on his equipment after thinking for a while.

"We can make some minor modifications now, even though we only just got it recently." Zhang Chang'an's purpose was self-evident: to become stronger by spending money in London, equipment was obviously one of the easiest ways.

Yesterday he joked that Zheng Kui had given him a hard time on the steamship, but if you think about it carefully, the two opponents are indeed not in the same league.

Zhang Chang'an was indeed facing more people than yesterday, but the key issue was not the number of people.

The most formidable aspect of the Jean-Glaucon family is their extensive arsenal of whale oil weapons, and that's precisely what he's targeting now.

"This is a good opportunity to ask if they have any whale oil equipment that can be used on humans." Zhang Chang'an still remembered the reactions of those people after they were injected with blue agate yesterday.

Zheng Kui didn't talk much about the blue agate medicine with him afterwards, but the few exchanges they had included the medicine's ability to enhance the human body.

Zheng Kui said he didn't know much about the effects of this thing as a banned drug, because blue agate is indeed extremely expensive, and there are really not many people who would use it as a drug.

If these things want to develop in a certain direction, they either need to find ways to expand production, or they need to keep a close eye on the rich.

However, in the few rumors he had heard, it was generally described that those who received the blue agate injection, while indeed becoming mentally unstable and incoherent, were unlike those who received other drugs; everyone who received it became significantly stronger than before.

"Given this situation, someone will definitely investigate it, right?" Zhang Chang'an pondered as he slowly walked down the street.

The streets of Whitechapel were still muddy in the early morning, with crowds and vehicles coming and going, leaving behind a trail of chaos.

Zhang Chang'an's consciousness unconsciously calmed down.

This is a kind of passive effect of the hunting senses.

The more chaotic and complex the situation, the sharper and clearer his senses become.

"Bang..." A very faint sound, like someone brushing past, was specifically marked in his mind.

Zhang Chang'an immediately turned his head slightly and scanned his back.

"Tsk... I've stumbled upon a list of must-see attractions in London."

Zhang Chang'an's gaze passed over the laundry worker whose hands were white and peeling, whose expression was extremely numb, the workers in their stained work clothes, and the chaotic horse-drawn carriages on the street, and he saw a figure who had just run across the street.

It was a child wearing a newsboy cap, barely reaching waist height. He kept his head down and disappeared into a side alley.

When he touched his pocket, the few coins he had placed in his outer coat pocket were indeed gone.

But this child is not a problem. Child thieves on the street are as common as elementary school students addicted to games like Honor of Kings and PUBG in this day and age.

The problem was that as soon as Zhang Chang'an's gaze swept over that area, he spotted several other figures that also looked very strange.

One man stood on the street, hawking newspapers, glancing around nervously. Another man stood at the entrance of an alley, catching the child and snatching the few banknotes from his hand, leading him into the alley.

"This is a gang crime!" Zhang Chang'an was quite surprised.

The main problem is that the other two, one looks only seven or eight years old and the other is just over ten years old, are also very young children.