The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Uncle Wang had an extremely wide field of vision; thanks to his precise sniping position, he could see all the exits near the entire factory.

Not long after Zhang Chang'an's surprise attack began, Zheng Kui had the mute Xiong lead his men to break open various hidden passages.

People from Blood Sand Company, or rather, these thugs who are all bark and no bite, always share the same characteristic: when they have the upper hand, they are arrogant and domineering, taking advantage of others; but when something really happens, there are always quite a few smart people who know when to run and hide.

So they blocked the various exits and easily overpowered a large group of thugs, punching and kicking them.

When he led his men to break in and rescue the people, Zhang Chang'an had already fought his way deep into the enemy territory, and the situation was naturally brought under control.

Now that the target has been caught, there's basically nothing more to do.

Uncle Wang only has one last task left: to ensure that Zhang Chang'an can kill Yagebu.

Their company doesn't do murder, but everyone knows the unspoken rules regarding this kind of person.

"That's it for today, that's it..." Uncle Wang put the gun back in the umbrella case, turned around and went downstairs.

Zheng Kui was downstairs, supporting an uncle from southern Fujian whose jaw had been broken, who hadn't eaten or drunk anything for days, and who couldn't speak fluently at all.

"Alright, Uncle, we'll take you back. Everything's fine now." Zheng Kui has seen a lot in London and can now handle most business matters with relative ease.

But during today's deal, his brow was furrowed from beginning to end.

Even now...

Why is he here?

"Bang...bang...bang!" A series of terrifying sounds came from the street corner. Yet another terrified British thug darted out from a hidden alleyway on the side of the street.

A short-haired man who didn't look entirely Chinese rushed forward, grabbed the man's hair, and swung his head downwards.

He suddenly raised his knee and slammed it into the man's face again and again until his hands and knees were covered in blood.

"Mike, that's enough!" Zheng Kui said.

The short-haired man, who looked to be about 30 years old, had a rather excited expression on his face. He suddenly threw the thug away and then kicked him hard in the stomach.

After doing all this, he put on a puzzled expression, hunched his back, and turned to Zheng Kui, tilting his head and spreading his hands.

Mike, deputy head of the security team, is the company's mad dog.

His hair was shaved very short so that others couldn't grab it when he was fighting, but his short stubble was dyed a brownish-red color with inferior chemicals.

Meanwhile, on Zheng Kui's side, a large group of thugs were beaten black and blue and tied to the corner with ropes, while on Mike's side, the situation was completely different.

He was alone, but behind him lay a dozen or so thugs, all seriously injured and unable to get up. Each of them was chased and beaten by him for a long time after they fell to the ground, leaving blood everywhere.

Zheng Kui didn't call him at first, of course. Mike's conflict with them wasn't obvious, but at least they never did business together.

Mike himself only said that he had heard about it, so he came to teach these bastards a lesson.

"It's time to go." Zheng Kui didn't say another word. He helped his uncle onto the carriage and then prepared to leave.

To his bewilderment, Mike seemed to actually listen to him. He simply raised his hand to touch his hair, letting his short hair become stained crimson with blood, before turning and leaving.

The area around the alkali plant was now quiet except for a few movements inside the plant itself.

"what!"

Jacob flashed out, grabbed an exquisitely carved switchblade, and leaped out from under the iron ladder, stabbing at Zhang Chang'an.

"Crack crack..." Zhang Chang'an grabbed the arm holding the knife with his other hand, then stood on the iron ladder, twisted his waist and turned his steps, instantly throwing him up and pulling him from outside the iron ladder railing to in front of him.

"Snap!" Zhang Chang'an's heavy and hard left hand grabbed the man's chin, dragged him down the stairs, and pressed him against the metal corridor railing.

This is the factory wall, and above the railing is a huge alkaline pool, with a strong, pungent smell of chemicals.

Having personally experienced Zhang Chang'an's astonishing strength, Jacob's expression clearly changed. He tried desperately to maintain his fierce demeanor, but his expression would distort from time to time.

"You...you can't kill him..."

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an decisively raised his hand and threw a punch.

Jacob, who was leaning against the iron railing, suddenly jerked his head back and almost fell over.

His hand gripping the knife was already completely deformed. Zhang Chang'an moved his hand away, but the knife in his hand simply fell down and crashed onto the iron corridor with a clang.

"Slap!" After that punch, Jacob almost fainted. Before he could even regain his senses, Zhang Chang'an slapped him across the face.

"Bang..." Jacob rolled over and fell onto the iron corridor. His fierce expression had long since disappeared. He felt the sharp pain in his hands and head and tried to crawl away.

But as soon as he took a step, Zhang Chang'an flipped him over.

Jacob's blue eyes, hidden beneath his golden hair, revealed utter terror. Most of his face was mangled beyond recognition.

But he still managed to tug at his bleeding mouth: "Stop...stop hitting me! You won't get away with killing me! This is far more complicated than you think, and besides, all for the sake of those Chinese..."

Zhang Chang'an's actions, however, showed no sign of stopping.

"Crack, crack..." He grabbed Jacob's arm, twisted it violently with his backhand, and quickly broke it completely: "Even if there's something else going on behind your back, you're still a damned beast..."

Just then, a few sounds came from the factory's heavy iron gate.

"Bang!" A dull, muffled sound, accompanied by the cracking of bones and the shattering of flesh, reached the ears of the two policemen.

They were secretly thrilled: "This time we're going to get a huge credit!"

Along the way, seeing the thugs lying on the ground outside, they already knew what was going on. Gang fights were a common occurrence in the Whitechapel district.

However, such situations are extremely rare; one side has been completely defeated, yet some people have not yet evacuated.

"It seems that person was right. These people are here for revenge. Jacob has targeted too many Chinese people. Someone must have stayed behind specifically for this purpose."

The two policemen exchanged a glance, then grabbed their steam batons in one hand and their guns in the other, and rushed into the factory.

"Don't move!"

Along the way, they saw several thugs who had been shot dead, and with the echoing sounds of gunfire in the factory, they felt a genuine sense of fear towards the gang member who hadn't run away.

But when the man calmly stood up, shook off the blood from his hands, and turned around, revealing Jacob, who had been beaten beyond recognition, behind him...

The two of them were completely stunned: "You are...?"

They recognized the man in front of them immediately, even though he looked very different from what he had been like about a week ago.

Zhang Chang'an's face was filled with murderous intent. His not-so-cheap clothes were badly tattered, and his hands were clad in obviously dangerous steam exoskeleton weapons, which were covered in blood.

"Asia..." one of the officers instinctively prepared to call out the name he was used to calling out.

However, even though he only considered Zhang Chang'an as a henchman of some illegal Chinese gang, the officer still hesitated for a moment because of Zhang's extremely dangerous state.

"What... is going on?"