The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Crack!" The sudden force was so great that before the thug could even retaliate, everything went black.

His neck was slightly deformed from being gripped, and the severe congestion and lack of oxygen left him instantly powerless.

Zhang Chang'an decisively released his left hand, then immediately clenched his fist again, and swung his gloved left hand out, slamming it hard into the man's face.

"Bang!" The man fell to the ground with a thud, collapsing directly onto his seat.

This is another very obvious enhancement for Zhang Chang'an after he put on the exoskeleton robotic arm.

Although this mechanical structure is very ingenious and not very thick, it still weighs about two or three pounds because it has a hidden impact drill. Just swinging it around to hit someone is more powerful than a regular brass knuckles.

"Kill that bastard!"

"Fuck!"

The thugs in front of them all reacted as expected, but fortunately none of them were big shots, so none of them even had a gun.

Zhang Chang'an decisively reached into his coat with his right hand, simultaneously taking two steps forward and catching the incoming punch with his right hand.

"Click!"

"Ah!" The thug gripped the spiked brass knuckles, but the metal spikes on the front of his fist were completely blocked by the hand armor plates that Ah Ming had carefully adjusted. On the contrary, his own hand was painfully poked by the brass knuckles.

Zhang Chang'an decisively drew the bayonet from his coat and slashed it across the inside of the man's wrist.

Then, relying on the grip strength of his left hand, Zhang Chang'an threw the man onto the seat next to him, and immediately released his left hand, striking straight out to meet another thug who rushed over.

"Bang!" The lunge punch landed directly on the man's face.

His face instantly contorted and deformed, and a molar flew out with blood.

More importantly, when he backed away, he also blocked the thugs behind him.

That's the advantage of the carriage structure; there's only one aisle between the seats, so Zhang Chang'an has to deal with all the thugs one by one.

"Pfft!" Zhang Chang'an didn't rush to pursue. Instead, he raised his hand and slashed at the thug lying on the chair next to him, cutting him directly in the ankle.

Blood splattered, and the man completely lost the ability to move, clutching his legs and weeping bitterly.

Zhang Chang'an finally turned around and walked towards the thugs.

The thug who had been punched in the face was dizzy and unconscious. The other thugs threw him onto a seat next to them.

Then, heading straight for Zhang Chang'an's neck, was a long, black umbrella.

Zhang Chang'an dared not delay. He raised the bayonet in his right hand, flicked it upwards, and deflected the umbrella, hitting the seat next to him.

"Crack!" A notch was instantly slashed into the chair, and a blade sewn into the tip of the umbrella got stuck in the back of the chair.

At that moment, the knife that Zhang Chang'an raised circled around the back of his head, a technique called "wrapping the head," a quintessential element of Chinese martial arts knife techniques found in both the north and south.

"Pfft!" Zhang Chang'an's blade struck the man's hand that was holding the umbrella.

The thug screamed as half a finger fell to the ground along with the umbrella.

Zhang Chang'an decisively rushed forward, spread his left hand, stepped forward, and slapped the thug's chin.

Before the other thug could react, he was bumped into by his tall and burly accomplice.

Zhang Chang'an slapped the man's chin, making him dizzy and disoriented. He also pushed the other person to the ground, unable to get up.

Zhang Chang'an decisively grabbed the bayonet in his hand and lowered his stance as he charged forward.

"Bang! Bang!" Two more punches landed hard.

"Phew..." When Zhang Chang'an stood up again, he simply patted his clothes and sheathed his sword.

The train police officers still standing at the connection between the carriages, along with the passengers inside, were all dumbfounded.

The chaotic scene terrified them, and Zhang Chang'an's fluid movements astonished them even more.

"Oh my god, what's going on..."

"Chinese people... damn it, they all really know that... what's it called? Right, kung fu!"

"I suggest you move all the passengers to the front carriage and then move those two guys from the front here."

As Zhang Chang'an spoke, he straightened his clothes: "Tsk, these gloves I just got from A-Ming, they've already got holes in them."

The fight just now didn't affect him much; the only thing that happened was that his glove tore when he took the spiked knuckle duster head-on at the beginning.

However, Amin's craftsmanship was indeed excellent, and the mechanical arm below was completely intact.

The train police officer in front finally realized that, given Zhang Chang'an's fighting ability, even if his previous orders from the councilor were just made up, he had no choice but to follow them.

Soon, the few scattered passengers around ran to the front carriage as if they were fleeing.

Instead, someone suddenly pushed open the door and walked in from the next carriage.

The newcomer turned out to be a police officer from the other side.

The train wasn't very long, especially the night train, so there were only three passenger cars and a cargo hold at the back. These thugs had rented it out to smuggle goods out, and of course, they chose to handle the security themselves.

Therefore, there were only two police officers on the entire train.

Upon seeing the chaotic scene in the carriage, the train policeman was so frightened that he reached for his gun behind his back. The same train policeman from before immediately came over to calm him down.

Then, the two of them began to look at Zhang Chang'an with the same extremely surprised expressions they had previously had.

Having taken this step, Zhang Chang'an no longer needed to worry too much.

From the third carriage onwards, there were no ordinary passengers: "You two don't need to do anything anymore, just stay here and guard the area in case the passengers in front get hurt."

As Zhang Chang'an spoke, he pushed open the door leading to the rear carriage.

The connecting parts of the carriages are made of wooden planks that extend outwards, and they are not directly connected because they are linked by hooks underneath.

More importantly, there wasn't even a fence around it, so the night wind was naturally noisy.

The faint smell of blood emanating from Zhang Chang'an was instantly carried by the wind into the night sky.

The hem of her dress fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.

"Click..."

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an pushed open the door of the next carriage and quickly closed it, shutting out a lot of the wind noise and train noise.

Of course, being an early train, the clanging of the mechanical structure below and the surging airflow outside the window were still extremely noisy.

Otherwise, with such a commotion in the two carriages ahead, there would have been some reaction here, with only the train police noticing something amiss.

Of course, while the police officers were out and not returning, it was Zhang Chang'an, a completely unfamiliar Chinese face, who suddenly walked in.

The dozen or so menacing-looking foreigners in front of and behind the carriage immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The bottles of liquor they were holding remained in place, as did the cigarettes.

Inside the entire carriage, only the ** was still burning.

Until Zhang Chang'an's voice clearly reached their ears: "Before we take action, anyone who wants to leave can jump down now."