The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Oxford Street MP William Gladstone proposed a plan to expand foreign trade in Parliament..."

"There are still no leads in the series of prostitute deaths in the Whitechapel district the day before yesterday..."

"The Times front page headline: Harold Kane, Riverside Street MP, died on the streets of Whitechapel the day before yesterday. Scotland Yard's investigation revealed that he was a tycoon in the underground horse racing industry who dispatched a large number of his men to crack down on foreign immigrants in Whitechapel that day."

The mob encountered fierce resistance from local residents, resulting in clashes and heavy casualties. They then turned their attention to Harold, killing him...

The perpetrators fled in a horse-drawn carriage, but the carriage overturned and they died.

William Glaston, a member of parliament who worked with the Jean Greta family, had a relationship with them that made it impossible for them to oppose immigration.

The situation in London is quite hopeless. Harold tried to gain political power and further control over related businesses, but he died. After all, politicians and businessmen were still eating at the same table.

Of course, this is ultimately a good thing for Zhang Chang'an.

His previous achievements in helping people recover racehorses were insignificant, but his success in bringing down Harold proved the strength of their company.

"Congressman William came to me specifically to negotiate, but there's no need to thank me. Mr. Chamberlain had business dealings with you, and you took down your own enemies. I was just adding fuel to the fire."

Charlie, this bigwig in Chinatown, was indeed well-informed about everything, even though he wasn't personally involved.

"You can talk to our boss about these things," Zhang Chang'an said calmly, putting down his newspaper.

Charlie neither confirmed nor denied this: "It seems you didn't fully understand what I meant back then. I know more than just about Old Chen's illness."

Zhang Chang'an was a little confused, but before he could figure out what those words meant, he turned his head and saw that the door to Boss Chen's ward had opened.

"Sir, the patient wants to see you."

………………

Boss Chen looks a lot like Sammo Hung when he was younger and more amiable. Zhang Chang'an had this feeling when he first met him.

Now, after this ordeal, he is still somewhat overweight, but looks inexplicably weak: "Sigh...it seems I was just being a bit too stubborn."

Zhang Chang'an sat on the chair by the bed and looked at Boss Chen as he slowly spoke.

He certainly knew what Boss Chen was talking about.

That day, he chased Harold through the alley, and Boss Chen waited alone until Mike came straight for him.

He received no equipment and did not choose to use a gun. Instead, he fought hand-to-hand with a sword. After less than ten rounds, his sword broke, and he then killed the man with his bare hands.

"You're too modest. If it weren't for this lung disease, perhaps we would only need to fire shots from the outside."

Looking at the calluses on Boss Chen's hands and the muscles that were only visible under his thin hospital gown, Zhang Chang'an calmly said, "Your boxing skills are far superior to mine."

Indeed, Boss Chen is a master of traditional Chinese martial arts, unlike Uncle Guang who only knows the Tiger and Crane Dance. Having spent half his life away from home, Boss Chen's past is even more complicated.

"Chen Yuesheng (severely injured and worn out)"

"Position: Variegated (42.32%)"

Even with his serious injuries and weakened strength, Zhang Chang'an might not be able to fight him head-on now.

After hearing this, Boss Chen simply closed his eyes slightly: "I could tell you knew Hung Kuen as soon as you came to the company. The footwork and breathing of a martial artist can't be faked."

Moreover, looking into your eyes, I can tell that although you are not a member of the Hongmen, you are not someone who has only learned martial arts but has abandoned the five virtues of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and propriety. Such a person is suited for action, and will inevitably progress rapidly in martial arts.

As Mr. Chen spoke, he sighed helplessly: "When I was young, I didn't understand these things. Relying on my youthful arrogance, I challenged other schools everywhere. I did learn a lot of skills, but I also did commit a lot of bad deeds..."

Now, having fled to a distant land, barely clinging to life, and unable to return to acknowledge his ancestors, it can be considered retribution.

Before Zhang Chang'an could speak, Boss Chen raised his hand to interrupt him: "I had this idea as soon as you came in, but I didn't know your body would give out so quickly, and you could grow so fast."

Ah-Kuei is good at fighting and reliable, but he lacks ambition and isn't cunning enough. Uncle Li and I are both getting old and can't help you for much longer.

Mr. Chen sighed and said, "I will gradually pass on what I know to you over this period of time."

Besides, you don't need to work on the streets anymore. Uncle Li has been thinking about retiring for a long time, and his position is now yours.

………………

Walking back to his apartment, Zhang Chang'an still hadn't fully processed the information before him.

"Your exceptional actions in this incident have altered the original course of history."

"Originally, he had only taken down a few dozen thugs, then killed Mike in a one-on-one fight, and brought in enough equipment to support him. He also killed Harold, who should have just been imprisoned because of his failure in a political struggle."

"Therefore, he directly became the vice president. Boss Chen's situation is not much different from the original trend, so soon, what he will pass on to you may not only be martial arts."

This battle has brought you a change in status and reputation, including unique business ventures like Chamberlain's, which are different from before. This will allow you to get through the growing pains more quickly and go further in the future.

"Time Fragments +1500"

"Your synchronization rate with Yongren Gong has increased. The relevant purchase page will be unlocked after you leave the rift."

"You have received a special inheritance, and you are gradually mastering the essentials of Chen Yuesheng's martial arts (Hongmen Ten Forms Fist, the essence of Li Family Fist elbow techniques, the essence of Mo Family Fist leg techniques, etc.)."

"Your skills (basic archery, hunting senses) have been greatly enhanced through the trials of the time rift and are currently undergoing fusion. Experimenting with their use can accelerate the process."

"During this rift exploration, you obtained certain special items for your ancestors. Some of these items will be inherited along with the increase in assets, but they will inevitably be subject to wear and tear over time..."

Zhang Chang'an's exploration lasted only half a month, but it was also quite a tortuous process.

That's why: "Giving people more rewards is the best way to soothe their hearts..."

This abundant harvest brought him great satisfaction.

Now, only one question remains for him.

"So why haven't I left the rift yet?" Zhang Chang'an frowned as he slowly climbed the stairs. This question still lingered in his mind.

………………

In the Scotland Yard morgue, two officers who had been transferred to oversee the facility and were unlikely to ever return to the front lines again would probably never forget the young Chinese man from the Whitechapel district.

They remembered the events of that day vividly, but were completely powerless to change them.

"Those Chinamen are indeed dangerous elements..."

In the morgue behind them lay at least a hundred Blood Sand Company thugs who had been killed the previous night.

They may not know exactly which ones Zhang Chang'an killed, but they know that it is definitely related to Zhang Chang'an.

And, most importantly, despite such a horrific firefight, the entire company emerged unscathed…

Having already been suppressed once by the very power they once took pride in, they won't go looking for trouble again and risk provoking this kind of company.

Because of that experience, when they saw a very elegant gentleman in a suit walking towards them, they chose to approach him and ask him questions instead of raising their stun guns.

The gentleman, who was just approaching middle age, responded to them with two syringes inserted into his neck.

"Bang...bang..." The two policemen collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The gentleman gracefully walked past them and then went straight to open the morgue door.

Among them was a corpse that had just lifted the white cloth covering itself and slowly sat up.