The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"Pfft!" The bullet, trailing a trail of fire, instantly sank into the flesh of a huge arm that emerged from the alley.

However, Zhang Chang'an could clearly see that the bullet had only penetrated less than two inches before getting stuck there, and the shattered flesh immediately began to regenerate, sealing the wound in the blink of an eye.

"Whoa..." Zhang Chang'an quickly retreated on his Arabian horse, and the monster in the alley finally walked onto the wide streets of Westminster.

That was clearly the blond foreigner he had thrown off the tracks earlier.

Most of his body was no longer human, but he still managed to catch up with him here.

"grass……"

The foreigner's arm had swelled to be much thicker than a normal person's thigh, and his skin had become extremely thick and tough, with a bluish-gray color and a texture very similar to whale skin, covered with fine, whale-like wrinkles and grooves.

However, unlike whales, this creature's skin is semi-transparent, which is why Zhang Chang'an was able to clearly see the bullet marks.

The skin under his arm seemed to be completely filled with thick fat, making it look bulging and not particularly hard, but it was very strange.

Even its enormous hands had nothing to do with human form; between its fingers, skin had long since grown, as if it were about to transform into whale fins.

His body swelled up as well. His clothes were torn and fell into the alley behind him, and the contents of his pockets were scattered all over the ground.

"You...you, what did you do..." This foreigner's body was extremely uncoordinated, so his movements were very strange.

His right leg was seriously injured, and his right hand was too heavy, so he simply used his large right hand to support himself on the ground, alternating with his left leg.

But he didn't seem to be in good condition; he spoke haltingly and sounded like he was in great pain.

Zhang Chang'an was on the street at the time and had no obligation to kill this guy, so when he saw the guy's terrifying appearance, his first reaction was to ride away on horseback.

Judging from his appearance, he definitely can't catch up with me.

However, after observing carefully, Zhang Chang'an stopped after retreating only a short distance.

"You have discovered the secret of history."

Tantric practitioners are not always able to control the scale of their rituals. The power they borrow from external objects is always difficult to master, so if they are unable to control the power, they will go into a berserk state.

This would cause their power to erupt once again, completely transcending the realm of humanity, but the result might not necessarily be increased strength.

"Time-space fragments +80".

Zhang Chang'an could completely understand; it was simply that their cultivation system was at risk of spiraling out of control.

But what should we do now? Find a practitioner who can control them to come here and exorcise the demons?

"Phew!" While he was pondering, the foreigner had already slowly moved to a closer location.

But just as he had observed, this guy was extremely sluggish. He suddenly raised his arm and swung it down. Although it was powerful, it was not agile at all. Zhang Chang'an turned his horse slightly and dodged it.

Instead, he was the one who was pulled down by that arm.

"Bang!" The arm slammed into the ground, instantly creating a long crater in the otherwise smooth stone pavement.

This power was much stronger than before. If they were still on the train, it might have been quite troublesome, but Zhang Chang'an wasn't worried at all on the street.

"This guy's all fat. Should we try fire? But the bullet went in earlier and there was no reaction. Could we not use regular fire?"

As Zhang Chang'an pondered, he spurred his horse backward while reaching for his waist with the hand that held the pistol, pulling out a peculiar bullet that was half glass and filled with whale oil.

Looking at the monster in front of him, Zhang Chang'an decisively turned his horse around and threw the whale oil bullet in his hand at the fallen monster.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an waited for the bullet to hit the ground before decisively firing.

His superb horsemanship allowed him to wield a gun as if it were flat ground, even while swaying.

This is one of the obvious advantages of his basic cowboy skills, which will give him a significant edge in future fights, whether in a car or on a boat, or when using guns.

"Boom!" Just as he expected, the warhead immediately detonated the whale oil bullet.

The strange body of the foreigner, who was just about to get up, was immediately engulfed in flames.

"Ugh—" The foreigner suddenly raised his head and cried out in pain, but his voice had long since turned into a strange sound like the cry of a whale.

Sure enough, most of his body was instantly ignited by the flames, with his arm being the first to be engulfed in flames.

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The Jean-Glaucon family, as powerful figures in the London underworld, controlled a highly profitable business, so they naturally didn't need to mingle in the East District like other thugs.

Vito had a house in West West, and as he was often responsible for security at the racecourse, he also frequently met with various important figures there.

At such a young age, he has already managed to remain calm and composed in the face of many important events and important figures.

Even so, he couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw Zhang Chang'an riding towards him from the distant street.

Zhang Chang'an's clothes were slightly torn, and his right fist was bright red. There were obvious marks on his gloves and clothes from a dagger or brass knuckles, the source of which was self-evident.

However, despite the numerous signs of battle, his breathing remained quite steady, and more importantly, there were no real injuries on his body.

"You..." Vito wanted to speak, but then he was speechless.

Zhang Chang'an pulled on the reins and slowly stopped his horse in front of him. He could no longer ignore this very obvious presence.

"How did you find it so quickly?" Vito looked at the black Arabian horse that matched the description perfectly, his face filled with disbelief.

"It's a long story." Zhang Chang'an let out a long sigh and smoothly dismounted. "You can check it. It should be intact, but there are many accidents that happen on the road, so I can't guarantee it."

Needless to say, Vito, who frequently deals with horses, had already begun his inspection.

But after looking around for a long time, he realized that apart from minor problems caused by diet and maintenance, the horse seemed to be completely unharmed.

"I've caused quite a stir this time. You might see me in the newspapers in a couple of days." Zhang Chang'an scratched his face. "But apart from a few thugs possibly dying, I haven't caused any other trouble. Can the councilor protect me?"

Vito didn't need to listen to what he said; just by looking at him, he knew this was no small matter.

However, he often came into contact with important people, so he understood that as long as it was related to their own affairs, troubles involving thugs were never really troubles, even if someone died.

"Don't worry, if it's just a few thugs, your boss can handle it himself." Vito took the reins from him. "The congressman's secretary has already contacted your company's salesperson, and the payment should be transferred soon."

Zhang Chang'an nodded: "Okay, I'm not worried about that, but... there's something else I'd like to ask."

As he said this, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he spoke again, stopping Vito from leaving.

Although Vito was puzzled, he no longer regarded Zhang Chang'an as an ordinary street person, so he stopped and watched as Zhang Chang'an took out a card from his pocket.

Are you familiar with this place?

The card clearly read: "Outsider Club, a place of fun where no one is asked about their background."