“We all hate playing pool with this guy. There were several times we wanted to sell the pool table and get a mahjong table instead—wouldn’t that be great? But then we remember how ridiculous he looks every time he plays against Sister Lucy, and it cheers us up, so in the end, we kept the table…”

“Why?”

William Carter was a bit surprised. He couldn’t imagine what kind of person could beat someone with such precise control.

“Because Sister Lucy is just like her name—her core is ‘luck.’ She once received a blessing from a mysterious power and gained a kind of ‘luck’ that ordinary people can hardly imagine. So, if you play pool with her, as long as she wants to win, even if she plays with her eyes closed, the balls will find their way into the pockets from all sorts of unbelievable angles. No matter how skilled her opponent is, it’s useless.”

The bearded man, Uncle Jack, gave a wry smile. “It’s not like we lose every time. With skill, you can still break even, but how should I put it…”

He scratched his head. “Playing against her really makes you question your life…”

“Luck-based style?”

William Carter was slightly taken aback. “Sequence 10: Luck Demon?”

Demonic powers had seeped into the human world, bringing all sorts of extraordinary abilities, and had always been a key focus of the Foundation’s research.

Based on the number of people affected by these demonic powers, they assigned different sequence numbers.

The more people infected, the lower the sequence number.

For example, the Life Demon path is ranked first among the twelve main demon systems.

The Sequence 10 Luck Demon system is already at the very end, making it one of the rarest types.

However, the higher the sequence number, the rarer the ability, and usually, the higher-ups value them greatly and are willing to pay a high price to recruit them.

Even wild ability users are often given special consideration, allowed into the first or second-tier cities, or even some special central institutions.

Since she has such an ability, why would she stay here?

……

……

With a bit of curiosity, William Carter declined the bearded Uncle Jack’s invitation for another round and proactively joined Bobby’s team.

Considering that it was newcomer William Carter’s first day reporting to the squad, Captain Owen generously brought out his treasured single malt whisky, and Bobby decided to add a few more dishes. So everyone pitched in to help prepare lunch.

Even William Carter hadn’t expected that his first task upon returning to Scrap Iron City would be… cleaning fresh pig intestines.

After bustling around for over an hour, just as everything was ready and they were about to eat, a woman in a qipao gracefully walked in from outside. She kicked off her high heels, changed into plastic slippers, and walked over with a smile, saying:

“Smells delicious.”

The team members all stood up to greet her: “Sister Lucy…”

William Carter also looked at the woman with curiosity. She was tall, with delicate skin, wearing a light red qipao, her hair pinned up. It was hard to tell her exact age—everything about her seemed just right. Whether it was her charm, her light makeup, her slender waist and gleaming calves, or even the white pearl necklace around her neck, everything was exquisite and perfect.

So this was the woman blessed with the power of luck?

It did make sense—just as the dishes were served and the meat was cooked to perfection, she walked in…

“Xiao Wei, get up and greet Sister Lucy…”

The bearded Uncle Jack quietly reminded William Carter, “She’s in charge of auditing and reimbursements in our team…”

“Oh…”

William Carter immediately stood up, even more enthusiastic than before. “Hello, Sister Lucy, my name is William Carter.”

“This is the newcomer you mentioned earlier?”

The woman in the qipao sat down on the chair someone pulled out for her, shook hands with William Carter across the table, gave him a once-over with a smile, then nodded in satisfaction and said, “Quite handsome! Don’t be shy, sit down and eat.”

“When you have time, come shopping with me. I’ll pick out a comfortable pair of underwear for you.”

“Thank you, Sister Lucy.”

William Carter sat down and handed her a cup, feeling a bit puzzled:

“Is giving underwear as a first-meeting gift some kind of tradition?”

Chapter 8: The Three Taboos

With everyone present, they filled their glasses and started lunch.

According to the usual habits at the training camp, even though William Carter didn’t mind a drink, he definitely wouldn’t touch alcohol during the day.

Otherwise, afternoon tasks and training would be affected, and he might end up being hung from the fan and beaten by the instructor.

But Captain Owen was very enthusiastic, and everyone else seemed used to it, so he just went along with them.

After all, when the boss asks, how can you refuse?

Even with the addition of newcomer William Carter, everyone ate casually—neither overly enthusiastic nor distant. Especially Captain Owen, who praised Bobby’s cooking while eating, and even told a few dirty jokes to liven things up.

It wasn’t until Sister Lucy shot him a glare that he quickly reined it in and changed the subject:

“So, why were you late coming back today?”

“There was a case at the Security Department. I went along to check it out, but there weren’t many leads. I’ll have to go back this afternoon to keep an eye on things.”