Good Luck

As evening approached, a battered van pulled into the deserted garage.

Having experienced the messy aftermath of firing shots inside his own vehicle, Lu Feng was unwilling to use his own car for work under any circumstances.

Fortunately, the three enthusiastic friends who had kidnapped them were generous enough to lend out their own ride before leaving, telling them to drive it as they pleased for as long as they liked.

Thus, Lu Feng skillfully navigated through Yacheng with Ji Jue, arriving at a dilapidated, single-story building that looked like it hadn't seen maintenance in years.

Before the van had even come to a complete stop, he poked his head out the window and flashed a brilliant, utterly sycophantic smile at the woman with a scar on her face leaning against the doorway.

"Laila, about that..."

He bobbed his head and rubbed his little hands together, asking, "Got any more guns?"

Laila remained silent for a long time, taking a deep, steadying breath.

Then, for the next ten full minutes, Ji Jue was treated to a masterclass in the exquisite art of the Federal language.

She was like a scholar of street slang and folk culture combined with a national-level oral gymnast. There were so many profanities, yet she didn't repeat a single one!

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

Laila slapped Lu Feng across the forehead, then followed it up with another. "Do you think this is a supermarket? We're a Security Company, Eldest Brother, not a hitman syndicate! We haven't even hung up the sign yet; are you trying to get me killed?!"

"Didn't you last time..."

"You have the nerve to bring that up!"

Laila's fury boiled over, and she unleashed another round of high-decibel greetings and rebukes. "Do you have any idea how close the Security Bureau came to my door after that mess last time, if not for how quickly I offloaded the evidence?!"

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

Lu Feng shamelessly sidled up to her and draped an arm over her shoulder. "Help me out here, it's an emergency! Once this is all over, I'll definitely... well, I'll definitely be your beast of burden and repay you with my life."

Laila punched him right in the stomach. "Why don't you just offer your body instead?"

"Uh..."

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

Instantly, the burly men near the entrance burst into raucous laughter. Only Laila's dark complexion turned a shade of iron-blue, and without hesitation, she gifted him a pair of Panda Eyes.

His nose began to bleed.

"Damn it, meeting you is the worst luck of my life!"

After giving him one last, particularly spiteful kick, she turned and walked inside.

Lu Feng climbed back up as if nothing had happened and gestured for Ji Jue to follow. As they passed the entrance, he skillfully greeted the burly men and introduced him: "This is my little brother. Keep your eyes peeled for him in the future."

"Oh, Number Two, huh?"

"Good to see you, Number Two."

"Come hang out when you're free. We'll take you shooting; it's a blast."

Amidst the greetings, Lu Feng sneered. Everyone knew what they were really after.

Shooting? This kid had hit four out of four targets at fifty meters on his first time touching a gun. Anyone foolish enough to bet against him better be prepared to lose the pants off their back.

The group didn't stand on ceremony, leading them straight to the basement equipment room. After prying off two wall panels, they revealed a dense, dazzling array of... an armory!

Ji Jue's eyes went wide.

You call this a Security Company? What kind of security firm hides this many automatic weapons in their storage? From pistols to rifles to shotguns, almost every model he'd ever seen in books was here.

Laila, who had been looking sour-faced the whole time, had essentially emptied out her entire stash.

"Take it and get out. Nothing good ever happens when I see you," Laila said coldly, arms crossed.

"Wow, Feng Ge," Ji Jue whispered. "If we don't sell ourselves to pay off this debt, it's really going to be hard to justify."

"Shut the hell up."

Lu Feng gave the back of his head a sharp rap and swaggered in to 'shop,' leaving Ji Jue standing there, looking left and touching right, fascinated by everything.

He was especially surprised to find that these guys had even managed to get their hands on a Rotary Press in the corner... I mean, isn't the inventory of this Veterans Club a bit too excessive?

Even then, Lu Feng was still nitpicking, complaining about what was missing, before finally shaking his head. "I thought you might have a set of power armor."

"Power your mother's leg!" Laila roared. "If I had power armor, I'd use it to crush your head first!"

Lu Feng shook his head. "Look at you, getting all worked up again."

"Lu, you son of a..."

Just as the two were about to engage in their habitual bickering and fighting, they heard Ji Jue's voice: "Sister Laila, can I use this?"

Just a moment ago, when he had subconsciously used his ability on the room, he felt it—an unprecedented, intense resonance. It was like a shout suddenly erupting in his ear, drowning out all other noise. It felt like a dying man buried in the dirt, struggling to roar in his final moments, unwilling to accept the silence of the end.

In the silence, it was like a thunderclap.

It was right there on the wall display rack!

A ferocious weapon, covered in dust, that hadn't been touched in who knows how long.

Following the direction of his finger, Lu Feng couldn't help but gasp.

"Damn, you actually have one?"

The Mammoth Type II Anchor Assault Rifle, proudly produced by Sentry Industries, had been infamous for decades, having created countless scenes of bloodshed and death.

But the key point was that this thing was never meant for use by people!

It was a standard weapon module for military-grade exoskeleton Powered Armor!

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

"It was a throw-in and gift from the local tribe when I was stocking up from Central Earth; it's already scrapped," Laila shook her head. "Kid, that thing can't be used. It'll explode in your hands."

"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 place to put it to use...

They had arrived empty-handed, but left taking everything they could eat or carry. The two of them were lugging around long guns, short cannons, and ammunition; Ji Jue was almost unable to carry it all by himself.

Watching his collection and family fortune being looted by these two bastards in just over ten minutes, Laila's face grew even darker. She followed them step by step, terrified they might snatch something else good on their way out.

Only after they drove away in that beat-up car did she finally Sigh in Relief.

"Hey, they're really gone?" A burly man missing a middle finger poked his head out. "You were so adamant last time; I thought there was no hope."

"Him?"

Laila couldn't help but sneer. "That dog, he puts on one act after another, but who the hell doesn't know what kind of animal he is?"

Living a stable, peaceful life?

Are you that kind of person, Lu Feng?

Even after all these years, she still couldn't forget the scene from the first time she met Lu Feng. Amidst the billowing Thick Smoke, in a shell crater blasted out by the Empire, he was the man sitting on a corpse, smoking a cigarette.

Even though it was his first time on the battlefield, he showed no fear, only that calm and pleasant smile.

It was as if... he were going home.

"He will come back sooner or later."

Laila said softly, "He can't put down his gun."

Just as a person cannot forget how to breathe.

"Damn, I was suffocating."

In the passenger seat, Lu Feng finally caught his breath. "Carrying so much stuff, I thought that old miser Laila was going to flip out. Your reputation really carries weight, little Ji!"

"My reputation carries weight, my ass!"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes. "Don't you know who she was giving face to? Use your invincible pectorals to think, Feng Ge, what is she after? Is she after my car-repairing skills?"

"Maybe so. The way you pulled out that probe, her eyes were practically glowing." Lu Feng draped an arm over his shoulder and instructed, "If she asks you to do work later, make sure you don't quote a low price! I'll find you a military repair price list later, and we'll go by that!"

The military? A price list?

Are you talking about those coffee cups that cost over two thousand Imperial Currency per unit?

You're going to use that on your savior? And someone who saved you twice at that...

Ji Jue was shocked. When he looked back at Lu Feng, his expression was full of admiration. "You really are the worst, Feng Ge!"

"What kind of talk is that, you brat!"

"Shh—"

Ji Jue suddenly raised a hand, cutting him off. "A call is coming in."

On one of the three phones, a screen lit up and flickered, displaying the name of the Contact Person—Ming Ge.

Judging by the information on the phone, he should be the leader of that group.

Scarface Ming.

As soon as he answered, a furious voice came from the other end: "What the hell is going on? Why is it that right now..."

"Hey? Ming Ge, we got him!"

In Ji Jue's hand, the phone dutifully emitted the voice of its original owner, reporting with glee: "We caught him, and that kid is nabbed too. Heh, he delivered himself right to our doorstep!"

"What did you say?!"

The voice on the other end of the phone froze, seemingly stunned. "That kid was caught too?"

"Yeah, he hadn't even gone far before he chased after us and tried to spar with the boys. Fourth grabbed a club and hit him in the back of the head, and he went straight down."

Amidst the slightly chaotic background noise, another voice suddenly rang out: "Start a video call and let me see!"

The call hung up, and a video request came through shortly after.

Naturally, through the phone's camera, all that could be seen was a face unable to contain its joy, two injured men, and in the back of the car, the sight of Ji Jue on the verge of death.

But in the video, the face of the person on the other end made Ji Jue slightly stunned.

That scruffy, half-dead appearance.

He had clearly seen it just this morning!

Was this the Qi Qin mentioned in the text message?

"Bring him back first!" Once he confirmed it was indeed Ji Jue, Qi Qin's eyes lit up. "Bring him straight to the Office; the boss has everything ready!"

"Should I just kill him?" Ji Jue asked tentatively.

"I'll kill your mother!" Qi Qin's expression shifted abruptly as he raised his voice. "Bring him back in one piece, do you hear me? If he loses a single hair... damn it, in his current state, nothing else can go wrong, understand?!"

"Yes, yes, we'll be there immediately!"

The fake face on the communication screen wore a fawning smile.

After hanging up, silence returned to the quiet vehicle.

Lu Feng was quietly debugging the weapons in his hands—a pistol, two submachine guns, and a shotgun—meticulously and earnestly, without a single oversight. Only after confirming and adjusting every weapon in his bag did he slowly look up.

A smile appeared on his face.

Yet it was completely different from usual; it was cold and ferocious, like a beast savoring the scent of blood, unable to resist the urge to feast.

"Are you ready, little Ji?"

"Do you think I'd let you go alone if I weren't?"

Ji Jue rolled his eyes, raised his hand, and shouted, "Burn his whole family, beat his mother!"

At that, Lu Feng's smile grew even more cheerful.

"Burn his whole family, beat his mother!!!"

Amidst the low roar of the engine, the van sped down the road like a thunderbolt.

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

In the distance, the night had just begun to fall.