The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

"You're back?" Boss Chen stood calmly by the window, a cigar between his fingers.

"Hmm." Zhang Chang'an followed Zheng Kui in.

"You handled this well. If you had taken action against those two cops, I really wouldn't have been able to resolve this matter." Boss Chen is Boss Chen after all; he remained extremely calm when talking about this kind of thing.

"Don't worry about Chamberlain. His boss really called me. He's very optimistic about what you've come up with."

As he spoke, Boss Chen took a deep drag on his cigar: "However, let's deal with other matters first."

Zhang Chang'an was somewhat surprised by what happened at Chamberlain's weapons workshop, but considering that his equipment design could bypass the need for a license, it didn't seem surprising.

But his attitude was the same as Boss Chen's: business was important. He asked, "Bosses, what do you think?"

Zhang Chang'an could only guess that he had been set up, but he was not sure about the specific purpose of the person behind it.

Boss Chen didn't speak, but Zheng Kui, who was leaning against the door, spoke up: "We suspect it's Mike."

Zhang Chang'an turned his head with some confusion: "Was he there that day too?"

Zheng Kui nodded immediately: "He joined in halfway through. I asked him why he was here, and he said he hated those scumbags too, and when he saw them, he joined in. Now that I think about it, he probably got there even earlier than us."

Zhang Chang'an's mind raced, and he turned to look at Boss Chen, whose body was illuminated by the dim light of the whale oil lamp outside the window.

"Did he contact people from Blood Sand Company?"

Zheng Kui stated, "It's very likely, and definitely not just Jacob. Jacob might just be one of the people he's trying to win over."

Without needing further explanation, Zhang Chang'an had already figured out the reason: "So, he wants to betray us..."

The people present all understood each other perfectly; they knew Mike's character all too well.

The problem is, although he's crazy, he's not stupid.

Therefore, the fact that he would leave such an obvious flaw at this time can only mean that his plan is probably already very well-thought-out.

………………

"You didn't even know your own company's new recruit was in the newspaper?" Billy, a blond middle-aged man with gunshot wounds, cursed Mike fiercely on the second floor of the Iron Hoof horse racing company.

Across from him, Mike ignored these words and didn't care at all.

Equally composed was Harold, who wore a black top hat and had a long beard and hair.

He was Billy's boss and also his brother, one of the major shareholders of Blood Sands, and the real boss of all the horse racing branches.

"Bang!" He casually swung his cane, and the tip of the cane struck Billy hard in the face.

"Ah!" After covering his mouth and remaining silent, Billy finally spoke slowly:

"I want your men in charge of this to stand at the front lines after the battle begins. After the battle, even if they don't die, they should be buried with our enemies."

He said this about Billy.

He wasn't bothered by the failure, but he was somewhat angry.

Zhang Chang'an had access to Chamberlain's weapons workshop and possessed that background, which they were unaware of.

But I wonder how many people read the Times a couple of days ago. After confirming the plan's failure, they could easily find this out with a simple search.

This reason is not sufficient, but it is a very obvious flaw.

Billy's men couldn't even investigate this before they did anything, no wonder the entire company was wiped out by Zhang Chang'an and Zheng Kui, and he himself was shot and is still alive today.

Of course, it wasn't because they were so incompetent that Harold would have needed to seek other partners, or even help them take over Louis Chen's company.

Their partner, Mad Dog Mike, was a well-known figure in Whitechapel. A madman with half-Irish bastard heritage.

He was always dissatisfied with the company's rules and would rob ordinary debtors who weren't part of the gang. Even if the targets were the elderly, weak, women, or children, he wouldn't hesitate to attack them.

If it weren't for the fact that his fists and feet would occasionally strike some thugs, making those people experience things a hundred times worse than what he had done, he could have single-handedly squandered all of Boss Chen's reputation in the Whitechapel district.

Such a person is not a good partner, but a good vicious dog.

Harold wanted to expand into the blue onyx business, and to deal with the Jean Greta family, he needed even more ruthless subordinates. Mike happened to be that kind of person, which was Harold's initial reason for helping him.

Helping him take over the company was just a way to bring this vicious dog under my control.

This shouldn't have been particularly difficult, after all, even just the portion of Blood Sand Company under Harold's command far outnumbered Boss Chen's.

The only variables are Zheng Kui and this Zhang Chang'an who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Previously, Zheng Kui was the only such a threatening and unsettling factor. It was precisely for this reason that after Zhang Chang'an appeared, they decided to take action and temporarily exclude him.

If their plan succeeds, by the time Zhang Chang'an is released, even if he has only been detained for a few days, the world outside should have changed drastically.

Once the company is gone, no matter what Zhang Chang'an does, he can't cause any trouble. After all, when that time comes, Scotland Yard will definitely not choose to offend Harold for his sake.

However, they did not expect that this newcomer not only possessed strong fighting skills, but also knew a great deal about street matters.

With increased uncertainty, their troubles have become even greater.

However, Mike remained remarkably calm, eating and drinking while they discussed the matter, only asking at the end, "When are we going to make our move?"

Harold didn't like his complete disrespect, but this situation suited him perfectly:

"Tomorrow night."

………………

Zhang Chang'an walked alone downstairs in the apartment building, wearing the generous overcoat given to him by Inspector Ross of Scotland Yard, and a soft hat on his head.

"I didn't expect it... Is this how it was ultimately resolved?"

Zhang Chang'an had always been curious why, despite his efforts in solving business problems with the help of his family genealogy, achieving his performance targets was still quite difficult.

If Yongren's ancestor didn't have his fighting prowess, then how did he manage to obtain the position of deputy security team leader in just one month?

Could it be that he had some extraordinary encounter in history that he himself did not have?

Looking back now, the previous mission objective was a huge smokescreen all along.

Becoming the deputy security team leader within a month is not about achieving performance targets, but about resolving the current crisis.

"The timeline is now synchronized with history, and the restoration objectives have been confirmed: complete the mission of protecting the company and resolve the issue of former deputy security team leader Mike."

As he watched the information slowly appear on the family tree, Zhang Chang'an stopped in his tracks as he was about to enter the apartment.

Night was drawing near to dawn, and time was of the essence.

He turned around decisively and walked back into the night-shrouded streets.