The roulette on the big screen began to spin, but it didn’t land on pills or martial arts as Edward Sutton had hoped; instead, it jumped to the miscellaneous items section.

“Congratulations, host, you have drawn a piece of embroidery personally sewn by Dongfang Bubai, with a one-star rating.”

Edward Sutton’s face darkened. What use did he have for this thing? He wasn’t Yang Lianting.

He chose to discard it directly. After thinking for a moment, Edward Sutton said, “I still have ten villain points. Give me another basic lottery draw.”

Right now, although Edward Sutton had both internal energy and techniques, his repertoire of moves was too limited.

Harold Jennings’s fast sword was strong, but its strength lay only in its cunning, ruthlessness, and ferocity.

The system had already said that his fast sword could never reach one hundred percent proficiency; the style of this sword technique was too distinctive.

Edward Sutton’s fast sword had its flaws—once an opponent analyzed and targeted it, Edward Sutton, who had no other techniques besides the fast sword, would be at his wit’s end.

Not everyone could be like Li Xunhuan’s flying dagger—one unique move to conquer the world.

The roulette spun rapidly: martial arts, consumables, pills... In the expectant gaze of Edward Sutton, the pointer slowly skipped over “empty” and barely landed on the martial arts section.

A young man appeared on the big screen, dressed in a long robe and turban of the northwest desert, holding a strange sword with a round guard.

Although this young man was handsome, there was a fierce and arrogant look between his brows that made people uncomfortable.

“Congratulations, host, you have drawn the character Robert Church, who comes with seven martial arts techniques including ‘Chasing Wind Sword Technique,’ ‘Great Sumeru Sword Style,’ and ‘Tianshan Sword Technique.’ Rating: one to one and a half stars. The host can choose a random draw, or spend 20 villain points for a designated selection.”

“Robert Church, so it’s him.”

The Dragon Sword Master among the Seven Swords of Mount Heaven, one of the three great sword masters in the early Kangxi era.

In his previous life, Edward Sutton hadn’t read much of Liang Yusheng’s novels; even this most famous “Seven Swords of Mount Heaven,” Edward Sutton first encountered as a TV series.

In the Vincent Zhao version of Seven Swords, the character of Robert Church was greatly altered, becoming a hero who endured humiliation for a greater cause.

But in reality, this guy was a bona fide villain.

Although Robert Church was one of the Seven Swords, he was arrogant, base in character, and would betray friends for personal gain.

He first pursued the heroine Fei Hongjin and helped her resist the Qing, but when he failed to win her, he betrayed his companions and defected to the Qing court, becoming a lackey of the regime.

“Last time, a designated draw only cost 5 villain points. Why does it cost 20 this time?” Edward Sutton asked.

The system replied, “Last time, the character drawn was Peter Young, whose highest martial arts rating was half a star, so it only cost 5 villain points.

This time, the character Robert Church is rated up to one and a half stars, with martial arts ranging from one to one and a half stars, so a higher villain point cost is required.”

Edward Sutton shook his head. “You really don’t leave any loopholes. I’ll go with a random draw. Still, this guy does come with a lot of techniques—seven in total. Too bad none of them are high-level.”

Robert Church’s master was Chan Master Huiming, founder of the northern branch of the Tianshan Sect, so he basically knew all the Tianshan techniques.

But the Liang school of wuxia belongs to a low-powered world, unlike the Huang school, which is almost fantasy-level, so a lower rating is normal. Edward Sutton thought about it and accepted it.

The roulette spun again, and the system’s cold voice sounded: “Congratulations, host, you have successfully drawn the ‘Great Sumeru Sword Style,’ rated one and a half stars.”

The Great Sumeru Sword Style was created by Ling Weifeng, the divine light of Tianshan, inspired by the concept of “a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru.”

It combined offense and defense, with complex variations—every move was flawless.

Although it wasn’t the Chasing Wind Sword Technique that Edward Sutton wanted, the Great Sumeru Sword Style had great defensive advantages, making up for the fast sword’s weakness in defense. It was pretty good.

After a while, the gang members outside had already bought breakfast and brought it over. Edward Sutton patted Grace Sutton’s cheek, and only then did she wipe her face, still looking sleepy.

“Ah! Meat buns!”

Seeing the steaming meat buns on the table, the sleepiness on Grace’s face instantly vanished. She immediately grabbed a bun and stuffed it into her mouth.

Edward Sutton poured her a bowl of soy milk and tapped her little head. “Aren’t you going to wash your hands first? Isn’t that dirty?”

With her mouth full of bun, Grace’s big eyes squinted into happy crescents. She didn’t answer, just kept stuffing buns into her mouth.

A little girl’s world is simple: as long as there’s good food and her brother’s company, nothing could make her happier.

After breakfast, Edward Sutton ordered his men to bring Richard Howard over.

Edward Sutton had become a recognized junior leader among the upper ranks of the Flying Eagle Gang, and as the first to pledge loyalty to Edward Sutton, Richard Howard was now second only to Edward Sutton, commanding dozens of people.

While Edward Sutton slept through the night, he thoroughly enjoyed his new authority, calling over all sixty-plus of Edward Sutton’s subordinates for a round of lectures, having the time of his life.

“Boss Sutton, you called for me?”

“Sit.” Edward Sutton pointed at Grace Sutton and said, “This is my younger sister, Grace.”

“Wow, this little girl is really pretty!”

Richard Howard grinned widely in praise, but with his looks, he still seemed like a strange uncle trying to lure little girls to see goldfish.