The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Tonight is a rare moonlit night in London; the hazy moonlight filters into the room through the curtains dancing in the wind. The swaying shadows allow the words of the family genealogy to slowly emerge—

Between August and November 1888, at least five women were murdered in the Whitechapel area of ​​East London. The victims were all prostitutes from the lower rungs of society, and their deaths were extremely gruesome, with many having their throats slit and their abdomens disemboweled.

On September 25 of the same year, the Central News Agency received a letter written in red ink and signed by Jack the Ripper. The letter jokingly claimed responsibility for the murder and foreshadowed further crimes.

From that moment on, Jack the Ripper's name was etched into the history of crime worldwide. And, by a twist of fate, Yongren's actions drew his attention.

You will be his next target after he reappears.

"Time Rift: [Conspiracy] 7274".

Final objective: To resolve the life-threatening situation posed by Jack the Ripper.

"call……"

Zhang Chang'an's pupils had not yet recovered from the shock. Even someone as oblivious as him to foreign mystery stories couldn't possibly be unaware of the name Jack the Ripper.

Now, he stands in this dilapidated apartment, facing the person who holds that title.

However, the clues that led to this were actually foreshadowed long ago.

First, there's the year 1888, and second, there's the Whitechapel district.

In addition, the Times has been reporting on the serial murders of prostitutes ever since he arrived.

More importantly, he entered a very strange state when he pushed the door open.

Everything around him seemed to slow down, and his senses seemed to transcend the limitations of the five senses. The scene inside the room, which was blocked by the door, instantly took shape in his mind the moment he pushed the door open.

"Is this the new ability that combines hunting senses with basic archery skills? I haven't fully grasped how to use it yet; it seems the integration isn't complete."

However, it was precisely because of this accidental trigger that he fired his gun immediately, but because he noticed Oliver, the shot went astray.

This strange man was also in the scene he observed.

He was unusually calm, yet unusually eager for his arrival.

"He's a real pervert..." Zhang Chang'an cursed inwardly.

Inside the house, when Jack the Ripper heard his name spoken by Zhang Chang'an, the polite and restrained smile on his face finally changed.

His smile began to become unrestrained, no longer resembling that of a gentleman: "This name was actually given to me by those newspapers. I don't consider myself a butcher, so why would I call myself The Ripper? But I'm glad that Mr. Zhang has heard of it."

"You are utterly wicked; any Londoner knows that."

Zhang Chang'an's voice was low and cold. He gave a brief reply, but mainly observed his surroundings to make sure no one else was approaching and to figure out how to deal with this guy.

Jack tilted his head slightly: "Many people do know what I've done, but probably no one really understands me."

He didn't finish speaking.

But in that instant, Zhang Chang'an's powerful eagle-eye vision noticed some details.

Although Oliver had said he was fine, there were already bloodstains on his arms and neck, and his large coat also had undried bloodstains.

Jack the Ripper had already hurt him.

Now, as this guy spoke, the hand holding the knife had already slightly adjusted its angle.

"He's going to make a move!"

The thought flashed through Zhang Chang'an's mind like lightning, and in an instant, the same emotion he felt when he was standing outside the door earlier surged into his heart.

Anxiety, tension, and most importantly, the murderous intent emanating from Jack the Ripper made Zhang Chang'an hold his breath instantly.

At that very moment, the dust particles floating in the air suddenly came to a standstill.

The fallen leaves blown by the wind outside the window, their angles of flight, the slight noises from the other residents upstairs and downstairs, all unaware of what was happening here. Even the subtle movements of every joint in Jack's hand holding the knife.

In Zhang Chang'an's eyes, everything was clearly visible.

Zhang Chang'an's thoughts were racing, and his body was surprisingly able to keep up with everything.

He pulled the hammer and trigger simultaneously: "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, the bullets trailing in the air like lines.

"Bang!" The tip of the scalpel in Jack's hand snapped in response. The second shot precisely knocked the broken tip away, and it shattered into the wall behind him with a crack.

Oliver, who was directly threatened, naturally did not sit idly by and wait for his doom.

He suddenly swung his shoulders, and the oversized coat he was wearing slipped off his body like a snake shedding its skin.

Zhang Chang'an's third bullet flew in at that moment, accurately slicing through Jack the Ripper's hand that was gripping his shoulder.

A stream of blood splattered up along with the bullet.

Oliver's coat fell to the ground, and he lunged forward, rolling across the bed before instantly lowering himself and arriving at the door in the blink of an eye.

"Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Chang'an had already rushed out before that.

He unleashed the Hung Kuen stance, his clenched fist, imbued with steam-powered force, slammed down on Jack with a whooshing sound.

However, after the whoosh of the wind, Jack, who had been forced into the gap between the bed and the wall, managed to dodge the punch with incredible speed.

His counterattack came almost simultaneously.

A sturdy, thin, and extremely sharp steel cable whistled as it was flung out from his sleeve in the blink of an eye, coiling around Zhang Chang'an's arm like a live snake.

His speed was simply illogical; Zhang Chang'an was still in that bullet-time state.

Jack the Ripper was still able to use the narrow terrain around him to keep the wire tightly bound.

The rope was incredibly strong and extremely flexible. With just a flick of his wrist, Jack pulled the other end of the wire out of his sleeve and plunged it into the wall, completely binding Zhang Chang'an's hands and pinning them to the wall.

Seeing this, Zhang Chang'an did not hesitate at all.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, activating the auxiliary power of the steam equipment at full speed, and unleashed the explosive power of Hung Kuen at the same time.

Siping horse stance, pressed against the wall, twisted his waist and hips, channeled his power to his shoulders and then released it through his arms, and the inch bridge was instantly thrown out.

"boom!"

He smashed the already old wall to pieces, and the entire floorboard burst open.

Using this force, Zhang Chang'an plummeted downwards, simultaneously yanking the wire and pulling Jack out with him.

Beyond this wall was a narrow alleyway, less than two meters wide, right next to another apartment building. Zhang Chang'an almost crashed into the wall opposite.

As soon as he left the house, the wind outside immediately enveloped him, howling loudly, and Zhang Chang'an finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whoosh..." The previously extremely slow speed of time in the surrounding environment instantly returned to normal.

Before the steel wire in Jack the Ripper's sleeve could fully extend, he was pulled out by Zhang Chang'an, who was stretching out his arms in mid-air.