The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"As expected." Zheng Kui sat on the somewhat empty third floor of the company, next to several old brothers including Boss Chen and Uncle Wang.

It was nearly dusk.

Knowing that this trouble was inevitable, few people in the company were truly prepared for it.

It's not that they have absolutely no one to use right now; Boss Chen is a man of principle and has always treated his subordinates very well.

In contrast, although Mike was the deputy leader and the second-in-command among the fighting members, he didn't have many brothers under his command. Most of the people who followed him were his cronies from outside the company.

Therefore, even though they are at a disadvantage this time, the majority of the brothers are still willing to follow Boss Chen.

However, with a storm brewing, and the situation worsening as they faced not only mindless thugs like Mike, the situation became even more complicated.

"Those I dismissed were all old brothers in the gang. They had indeed followed me from the docks all the way up in the early years, but they were getting old. Some of them had families here, and some of them were not in good health. I gave them all money and told them to go into hiding."

Mr. Chen didn't smoke today. Holding a cane that seemed completely unnecessary, he spoke crisply and decisively.

However, perhaps to protect his old buddies, he was still a bit tactful in his words.

Those who left at this juncture weren't all persuaded to leave by him; some were influenced by Harold's side and were afraid to come.

Of course, the majority of the brothers are older and unable to fight; the younger, more capable ones are mostly here.

"The rest are all willing to follow me, so I won't say anything more."

Back in my hometown in Guangdong, people on the streets talk about territory and rules. When we first arrived in London, we knew it wasn't like that here. There might be territories, but the rules weren't as strict.

My brothers usually call me Boss Chen, and I've kept them in check for a long time, but now some of them have finally had enough.

"They forgot that in Guangdong, gangs only started talking about rules after they had taken over the territory with their fists."

As Boss Chen spoke, his hand gripping his cane, already ruddy and taut, showed no signs of age: "Then let's fight them!"

All around, Zheng Kui, who was sitting on the sofa with his hands clenched, Uncle Wang, who had a long spear on his back, and the other brothers all exuded a murderous aura.

Just like the night gradually darkening outside, their future remains uncertain...

"Clang, clang, clang..."

When it's quiet inside, any noise outside the window becomes especially noticeable.

That's how London is. Even if Mr. Chen has worked hard for most of his life to build his company, as long as it's still in the Whitechapel district, still in the East End, it's bound to be subject to train noise.

Normally, these old brothers would be used to this noise.

But today, this sounds particularly jarring.

The light outside the window grew increasingly dim. Because of the heavy gloom, the brothers couldn't even see the sunset. They could only see the train slowly coming to a stop on the tracks not too far away.

"Boss." There was no station nearby, so stopping in the middle of the road was clearly against regulations.

Moreover, the train tracks near them are not suspended in the air, but are level crossings that connect to ordinary streets.

Looking out the window from the company, one can see a person shaking off a cigarette that has just burned out on a train in the distance, and then jumping off the train's fully loaded freight compartment.

All the men in the company turned their attention to that direction, and then...

As Zhang Chang'an straightened his trench coat, he waved towards the company.

………………

"Choose that star..." Zheng Kui rarely let slip a word in his hometown dialect, and then he nimbly climbed onto the train platform.

Charlie's men were prying open box after box on the cart.

"Here you go, there's definitely enough. Just be careful not to take any if you don't know how to use them, or you'll get shot in the butt." Zhang Chang'an casually reached out and grabbed the barrels of two revolvers from the box.

"I'll just put the revolvers in the holster and carry them for now," Zhang Chang'an said, turning his head to see the mute Xiong preparing to hang several more revolvers on his person.

"Brother Xiong!" Zhang Chang'an turned around decisively, opened another box, and inside, wrapped in straw for cushioning, were several more dangerous items:

"Put that little thing of yours down."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw the gun over.

The tall, mute man caught the gun in a daze. It was a double-barreled shotgun with thick barrels, the barrels of which had been sawed off, making it look even more frightening.

The company's employees arrived at the train one after another, and they couldn't help but be taken aback when they saw the formidable equipment.

While they climbed up to carry down their equipment, Zhang Chang'an had some free time and walked to the side.

"Boss."

Beside Boss Chen was Uncle Li, dressed in a long robe, who had returned from his journey with Zhang Chang'an, and Zheng Kui, whose expression had returned to a relaxed and casual state.

On the way there and back, Li Bo surprisingly didn't say anything to him, but just like Boss Chen at this moment, perhaps there really was no need to speak in this situation.

"Pat pat..." Boss Chen patted Zhang Chang'an on the shoulder, but didn't say much, only indicating:

"Having someone like Mike under my command often makes me wonder if I, as the boss, am bad at judging people. But with Aquilina and you, I realize that my judgment of people is indeed accurate."

Zhang Chang'an didn't say much, just smiled and said, "Boss, you let me stop breathing exhaust fumes in this lousy factory, and it's all thanks to the company's name and money, so it's nothing."

As a result, he didn't stand there for long before Charlie Lin's brothers patted him on the shoulder from behind.

As soon as Zhang Chang'an turned his head, he knew what they wanted him to do.

"Brother Zheng," Zhang Chang'an called out to Zheng Kui without hesitation.

"I've been busy lately, but I'm still not familiar enough with the brothers in the gang." As he spoke, he bent down and reached into several extra-large wooden crates. "There's not much of a relationship, but I don't know all the fighters."

As he spoke, he pulled a huge object from the box. It was a half-body, segmented alloy exoskeleton armor covering the shoulders, chest, and waist, with brass corrugated tubes connecting the joints.

"I had a feeling that Ah Min wouldn't be too serious about researching a hand, but I really didn't expect him to go this far."

What he held in his hand was a steam exoskeleton developed by Amin himself. It wasn't entirely derived from Amin's previous suggestions; much of it was based on his own previous research.

It is probably precisely because he did this much that Mr. Chamberlain, who did not particularly like Chinese people, valued him so much, and even valued Zhang Chang'an even more.

"The arm section is a [worker ant] hydraulically assisted arm armor, made of brass and cast iron, with a cylindrical pressure tank on the outside, connected to the back by a steam hose. It is mounted on a whale oil boiler, and after preheating, it provides a full-body power boost."

"This is the [Pelican Beak Breacher Hammer] in my hand, a cast iron hammerhead, a bit heavy, you can swing it in front of you to hold it..."

After talking with Amin a lot, Zhang Chang'an was somewhat influenced by what he heard and heard. Of course, compared to these words, the equipment itself had a greater impact on the brothers.

"You should find someone to assign them. Although they're helpful, it's still quite tiring to use them. You need to pick someone as strong as Xiong Ge."

As Zhang Chang'an spoke, he looked at some other items near the cargo box: "Besides this, there are some other small items. Since they haven't arrived yet, we need to make some arrangements."

Zheng Kui took the steam armor, while Uncle Wang adjusted the scope that had been fitted to him.

The Whitechapel wasn't warm tonight, but steam was rising from their area.