Good Luck

Near evening, a battered van pulled into the deserted garage.

After the awkward mess caused by firing wildly inside his own car just now, Lu Feng refused point-blank to bring his family's car along for work.

Fortunately, before leaving, the three enthusiastic friends they had kidnapped had generously lent them their own ride, telling them to drive it however they liked, for as long as they wanted.

Thus, Lu Feng skillfully drove Ji Jue through Yacheng, arriving at a decrepit-looking detached building that seemed long overdue for repairs.

Before the van had even stopped, his head poked out through the window. He flashed the scar-faced woman leaning by the door a brilliant, utterly ingratiating smile.

"Laila, um..."

He bobbed and scraped, rubbing his hands as he asked, "Do you have any guns left?"

Laila fell silent for a long while, then drew a deep breath.

For the next full ten minutes, Ji Jue got a firsthand glimpse of just how magnificent the art of the Federal language could be.

She was practically a master of street-slang folk culture and a national-level oral-gymnastics athlete. With so many obscenities, she somehow did not repeat a single one!

"Do you remember how, just a few hours ago, some fucking bastard told me he was going to live a life without guns?"

Laila slapped Lu Feng squarely across the forehead, then hit him again. "Do you think this place is a supermarket? We're a Security Company, eldest brother, not a killers' guild! The damn sign isn't even up yet, and you're already trying to get me killed?!"

"Wasn't last time—"

"You've got the nerve to bring that up?!"

Laila's rage boiled over. She launched into another round of high-caliber greetings and furious denunciations. "Do you know that after the huge mess you caused last time, the Security Bureau nearly came knocking if I hadn't gotten rid of the goods fast enough?!"

"But they didn't come in the end, did they? I told you, I handled it."

Lu Feng shamelessly leaned in and threw an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, help me out. An emergency rescue, an emergency rescue! Once this is over, I'll definitely... Well, definitely work like an ox and repay you with grass woven into a ring."

Laila punched him in the stomach. "Why don't you just say you'll offer yourself to me?"

"Uh..."

Lu Feng hesitated. "I... I'm afraid of the dark..."

Instantly, several burly men near the entrance burst into laughter. Only Laila's slightly dark complexion turned an iron blue as she reflexively gave him a pair of panda eyes.

His nose started bleeding too.

"Damn it, knowing you has brought me eight lifetimes of bad luck!"

Still unsatisfied, she kicked him once before turning and walking inside.

Lu Feng got back up as if nothing had happened and waved for Ji Jue to follow. Passing the doorway, he greeted the muscular men with practiced ease and introduced him. "This is my little brother. Keep your eyes sharp when you see him from now on."

"Oh, the second brother."

"Good to meet you, second brother."

"Come by and play when you're free. Your big brothers will take you shooting. It's a real thrill."

Amid their greetings, Lu Feng gave a cold laugh. Even a ghost knew what they were plotting.

Shooting? The first time this kid touched a gun, he hit all four shots on a moving target fifty meters away. Any fool who went gambling with him had better prepare to lose everything down to his trousers.

The group showed not the slightest bit of restraint and led them straight into the basement equipment room. After removing two sections of wall covering, they revealed the densely packed, dazzling contents behind them... an armory!

Ji Jue's eyes went perfectly round.

You call this a Security Company? What Security Company has a storeroom hiding this many automatic weapons? From pistols to rifles to shotguns, practically every model he had seen in books was all here, complete and accounted for.

Laila, whose face had been foul enough to curdle milk, had directly hauled out the entirety of her reserves.

"Take what you need and get lost. Every time I see you, something bad happens." Laila crossed her arms and said coldly.

"Wow, Feng Ge." Ji Jue whispered, "At this point, not selling myself to pay off the debt would really be unforgivable."

"Shut the fuck up."

Lu Feng smacked him on the back of the head in annoyance, then swaggered inside to go "shopping," leaving Ji Jue standing there alone, looking left and touching right, finding everything fresh and fascinating.

Especially after he discovered that these people had even set up a Rotary Press in the corner... Seriously, was the wealth of this Veterans Club a little too abundant?

And even then, Lu Feng kept grumbling and picking through everything, complaining that this was missing and that was missing. Finally, he shook his head. "I thought you might have a suit of Powered Armor."

"Powered armor your mother!" Laila exploded. "If I had Powered Armor, the first thing I'd do would be crush your head!"

Lu Feng shook his head. "Hey, look at you getting worked up again."

"Lu, you fucking..."

Just as the two of them were preparing to bicker and trade blows out of habit, Ji Jue's voice rang out. "Sister Laila, can I borrow this?"

A moment earlier, he had subconsciously used his ability on the place, and he had sensed an intense resonance unlike anything before. It was like a sudden shout erupting beside his ear, overwhelming every other sound. Like someone buried in the earth and dying, roaring desperately in the midst of his final breaths, unwilling to sink into the last silence.

Amid the silence, it was like thunder.

It was on the display rack against the wall!

That savage weapon, covered in dust and untouched for who knew how long.

Following the direction of his finger, Lu Feng could not help drawing in a sharp breath.

"Damn, you really have one?"

The Mammoth Type II Anchor Assault Rifle, an honorary product of Sentry Industries, had enjoyed a fearsome reputation for decades and had brought about who knew how much bloodshed and death.

The crucial point, however, was that this thing was not meant for human use at all!

It was a weapons module designed for standard military exoskeletal Powered Armor!

Even though its paint and appearance had since been changed, Lu Feng recognized it at a glance.

"It was a free extra thrown in by the local tribe when I imported goods from Central Earth. It's already scrapped." Laila shook her head. "Kid, that thing can't be used. It'll blow the barrel."

"Don't worry. It won't."

Ji Jue smiled. "At least, it won't today."

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a portable Spiritual Substance Probe.

After studying Alchemy for so long, he had finally found a use for it...

.

They had arrived empty-handed, but when they left, they were carrying guns, cannons, and ammunition. Ji Jue alone was nearly unable to shoulder it all.

Watching these two bastards haul away so much of her collection and reserves in barely ten minutes, Laila's expression grew even darker. She followed close behind, step by step, terrified they would strip away some other good thing and take that too.

Only after they drove off in the battered van and disappeared did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Hey, they're leaving just like that?" The man missing half a middle finger stuck his head out. "He sounded so adamant last time. I thought there was no hope."

"Him?"

Laila could not help sneering. "That bastard puts on one act after another, but who the fuck doesn't know what kind of beast he is?"

Live a quiet, peaceful life?

Were you ever that kind of person, Lu Feng?

Even after all these years, she still could not forget the scene when she first met Lu Feng. Amid billowing smoke, in a shell crater blasted out by the Empire, there was a man sitting on a corpse and smoking.

It had been his first time on a battlefield, yet he had felt no fear at all. His smile had been so calm, so delighted.

As if... he had come home.

"He'll come back sooner or later."

Laila said softly, "He can't let go of guns."

Just as a person could never forget how to breathe.

.

"Damn, I was suffocating."

In the passenger seat, Lu Feng finally let out a breath. "Carrying all this stuff, I thought that stingy old woman Laila was going to turn on us. Your face really works wonders, Little Ji!"

"My face works for shit!"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes. "Don't you know whose face she was actually saving? Use that invincible set of pecs and think about it, Feng Ge. What does she want? Does she want me to fix cars?"

"Maybe. Her eyes lit up when you pulled out that probe." Lu Feng draped an arm around his shoulders and instructed him, "If she asks you to work later, don't you dare quote a low price! I'll find you a military maintenance rate sheet afterward. Follow that!"

The military? A rate sheet?

You mean that coffee cup that cost more than two thousand units, or Imperial Currency?

You're going to use that to charge your lifesaver? And one who had saved you twice...

Ji Jue was utterly aghast. When he turned to look at Lu Feng, his expression was filled with admiration. "You really are more of a piece of shit, Feng Ge!"

"Watch your mouth, you little brat!"

"Shh—"

Ji Jue suddenly raised a hand and cut him off. "The phone's here."

One of the phones taken from those three men lit up and began flashing. A contact name appeared on the screen—Ming Ge.

Judging from the information on the phone, he was probably the leader of those men.

Scarface Ming.

As soon as the call connected, an irritable voice came from the other end. "What the hell is going on? Why now..."

"Hello? Ming Ge, we caught them!"

In Ji Jue's hand, the phone dutifully played its former owner's voice, reporting cheerfully. "We've got them. We caught that kid too. Heh, he came right to our door!"

"What did you say?!"

The voice on the other end fell silent, seemingly stunned. "You caught that kid too?"

"Yeah. We'd only gone a short way when that kid caught up with us. He even wanted to spar with us. Then Fourth grabbed a club and hit him on the back of the head. He went down like a sack of potatoes."

Amid the slightly chaotic background noise, another voice suddenly rang out. "Turn on the video. Let me take a look!"

The call ended, and soon a video call came through.

Naturally, through the phone's camera, all the other side could see was a face bursting with barely suppressed delight, two injured men, and Ji Jue's seemingly half-dead form in the rear compartment.

Yet the other person's face on the video left Ji Jue slightly stunned.

That unshaven, deathly listless appearance.

He had clearly seen this man that very morning!

Was this the Qi Qin mentioned in the text message?

"Bring him back first!" After confirming that it was indeed Ji Jue, Qi Qin's eyes lit up. "Take him straight to the Office. The boss has already made preparations!"

"Should we kill him directly?" Ji Jue asked tentatively.

"I'll kill your mother!" Qi Qin's expression changed abruptly, and he raised his voice. "Bring him back in one piece, do you hear me? If he loses even a strand of hair... Damn it, in his current state, absolutely nothing else can happen to him. Got it?!"

"Yes, yes, yes. We'll be there right away!"

The false face on the call put on an ingratiating smile.

After the call ended, silence was all that remained in the quiet vehicle.

Lu Feng silently checked the weapons in his hands: one pistol, two Submachine Guns, and one Shotgun. He worked carefully and methodically, without the slightest sloppiness. Only after confirming and adjusting every weapon in the bag did he slowly raise his head.

A smile appeared on his face.

But it was utterly different from his usual smile—cold and savage, like a bloodthirsty beast unable to wait for its feast.

"Are you ready, Little Ji?"

"If I say no, will you go alone?"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes and raised a hand, shouting, "Burn his whole family! Beat up his mother!"

Thus, Lu Feng's smile grew even more delighted.

"Burn his whole family! Beat up his mother!!!"

Amid the engine's deep roar, the van sped down the road like Thunder.

And so, accompanied by the festive song Good Luck playing on the radio, they raced toward the brilliant neon lights.

In the distance, night had just begun to fall.