The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Current head of the family: Zhang Chang'an."

"Position: Variegated (6.66%)".

"Time-space fragments: 500".

"Skills: [Hunting Senses] (Good) [Remnant Hongmen Body Nourishing Technique] (Good) [Martial Arts Self-Defense Technique] (Good) [Basic Archery] (Good) [Cowboy Basic Skills] (Common)."

"Cowboys are not synonymous with Western bandits; their proper meaning refers to ranchers or guards employed on Western farms. However, whether they are legitimate cowboys or bandits operating in the West, they all need to possess the same abilities and skills."

After Qinghe Gong truly entered the West, he quickly became a qualified cowboy. Wilderness survival, lassoing and herding livestock, riding horses and firing guns—he handled them all with ease.

"Whoa!" Zhang Chang'an sat on the horse's back, his legs tightly gripping the horse's belly. He whistled, and the long-maned Arabian horse under his feet immediately kicked in place, turned around abruptly, raised its front hooves, and kicked hard forward.

"Bang!" A thug who was about to rush up was kicked squarely.

His head tilted back at an astonishing angle, as if his neck was about to snap. Then his body changed, carried by the inertia of his head, and he instantly flipped backward.

"Whoa—" Zhang Chang'an stroked the horse's mane, calming it down and causing it to back up slightly.

"Indeed a fine horse." The horse Zhang Chang'an was riding was a standard Arabian. Although it was not as good as the racing Thoroughbreds that were later crossbred with British horses, it was still a very good breed.

It was almost as tall as an adult, well-built, and had excellent stamina. It was even unusual to have completely black fur all over its body, which explained why the reward for the mission was so high.

"Click!" Zhang Chang'an steadied himself on horseback and immediately sheathed the bayonet in his hand.

The wind howled all around. Although the steam train was not as fast as the high-speed trains of later generations, it was still a difficult environment for the horses to adapt to.

Arabian horses are usually quite timid. The fact that the horse was able to hit its target accurately with both kicks just now shows that in addition to the horse being trained, Zhang Chang'an has also mastered professional cowboy skills. It's just that the horse is not in good condition right now and is somewhat fearful.

Therefore, he tried his best to keep the horse calm.

"Hoo..." Zhang Chang'an lay half-lying on the horse. His horsemanship, which originally had no foundation, was now as skillful as if he had practiced boxing for many years.

While adjusting his breathing and calming the horse, he reached out and grabbed the reins hanging below the horse's head.

The horse was not saddled, but as a trained horse, it had a bridle made of several leather straps around its head.

So although Zhang Chang'an couldn't sit on the saddle, he could at least hold the reins and ride the horse more easily.

"Clatter clatter clatter..." He pulled on the reins, letting the horse adjust its pace and stand firmly on the cargo hold.

Behind them, a few thugs dragged the thug who had been kicked over away. At this point, they weren't being held back by anyone; they were simply too afraid to charge forward.

Just as Zheng Kui said, the Blood Sand Company was in disarray. Even the well-paid railway police, armed with long guns, dared not recklessly risk their lives. These petty thugs, who only cared about getting a small share of the profits, naturally didn't dare to approach after seeing Zhang Chang'an take down so many people single-handedly.

However, in the end, they are still gangsters who do illegal things every day.

Seeing Zhang Chang'an riding a tall horse, they didn't dare to rush up and cause trouble, but retreated back into the carriage immediately.

Zhang Chang'an immediately saw through their thoughts.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Zhang Chang'an's sharp eyesight caught sight of the dark muzzles of guns approaching him.

These guys went back to retrieve their guns.

However, it wasn't a big problem. Zhang Chang'an's hair and clothes were being blown about by the wind. Without much preparation, he flicked the reins, and the horse beneath him suddenly took a step forward.

"Clatter clatter clatter—" The speed of the racehorse was astonishing; as soon as it started moving, it was almost parallel to the train.

Seeing such a colossal creature charging towards him, the thug who was about to approach the door to fire his gun immediately took a slight step back in fright.

A moment later, a car horn boomed from the distance: "Woo—"

The thugs only realized what was happening then, but it was too late.

The hem of Zhang Chang'an's coat billowed in the airflow outside the car, and he, along with the horse beneath him, leaped high into the air.

He was carried by a jet-black Arabian horse, which leaped directly off the cargo hold.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out from behind, but the train was slowly slowing down, and these thugs were terrible marksmen. All that caught up with Zhang Chang'an was the sound of gunfire.

"Bang!" The sound of horseshoes hitting the hard floor was extremely loud. Zhang Chang'an rode his Arabian horse and jumped directly onto the platform.

That's right. After a long and complicated journey, the train had already arrived at the next station, but due to the short time, the station was still in London.

This train caused a ruckus the entire way, even throwing people from a high place. There must have been railway police lying in wait at the station.

However, he was too close to those thugs, and the Arabian horse was too precious, so he took advantage of the train slowing down and jumped off the horse in advance.

"Whoa..." Zhang Chang'an let the horse, now back on flat ground, adjust to the terrain, then immediately turned the reins, causing the horse to turn and run towards the edge of the platform.

Since there's no need to avoid streets and buildings near the station, the tracks are naturally not very high off the ground.

With a slight leap, Zhang Chang'an jumped from the platform to the edge of the street, essentially just like going down a step.

"Tap tap tap..." Zhang Chang'an looked around at the street and immediately confirmed his location: "Westminster edge? It seems they are planning to transport it westward, but I stopped them before they could leave."

"That's fine, it's close by, we can just go there to deliver the goods."

Zhang Chang'an looked for nearby road signs, then immediately flicked the reins and began to ride his horse through the city.

Westminster, a place frequented by important figures, and his employer this time was no exception. The horse was too fragile as cargo, so delivering it sooner would provide more assurance.

In the station above, the foreigners' gibberish had already filled the air, but Zhang Chang'an didn't plan to stay there to deal with the aftermath.

The British civil servants are known for their speed and efficiency. Instead of staying here to cooperate with the investigation, it would be better to finish the matter first and then wait for them to come back to me.

Mainly, according to the Westerners' style, in this situation, the needs of important figures should be dealt with first. With the senator in hand, these private railway police wouldn't dare to mess around, and it wouldn't matter if he ran away.

"Clatter clatter clatter..." The iron hooves of the Arabian horse resounded continuously on the street. There weren't many people on the streets of London at night, and even if someone saw it, they wouldn't react much.

Because in Britain at that time, riding horses in the streets was a fairly common thing.

This was before World War I. In the Crimean War a few years earlier, the fiercest soldiers were basically cavalry. Even though steam technology was advanced in this world, it couldn't stop the rich from pursuing their hobbies.

The only odd thing was that Zhang Chang'an's horse had no saddle.

Of course, there weren't many patrolling police in those days, so it wasn't easy for him to be questioned, and it didn't have much of an impact on him.

"That's quite an impressive ability." Zhang Chang'an rode his horse smoothly through the city, even managing to pull out his revolver and reload it while he was at it.

The skill he purchased was likely a collection of Qinghe Gong's abilities from one of his earlier periods. However, the accompanying abilities were already quite formidable.

Zhang Chang'an could sense that he had not only mastered powerful horsemanship that did not require saddles, but also gained considerable skills in using lassos, herding livestock, and surviving in the wild.

Of course, more importantly, these abilities are versatile and can be applied to many different areas, so they are not limited to just one aspect.

For example, equestrianism clearly greatly enhanced Zhang Chang'an's lower body.

"Whoa!" Zhang Chang'an spurred his horse forward through the street, then suddenly pulled on the reins, causing the Arabian horse to rear up.

At the same time, even without stirrups and a saddle, his body remained extremely steady. While holding the reins with one hand, he instantly fired a shot into the dark alleyway on the side of the street with the other.

"Boom!" A burst of flames erupted, instantly illuminating a figure in the alley.