Scarlet Descent-Chapter 34 - Goddess of Luck

"Ride in my car?"

Although somewhat surprised, Wei Wei saw that Sister Lucky was already fully dressed and waiting for him to leave. He quickly grabbed his jacket and even helped her carry her bag. Dutifully, he followed her out of the base.

Once outside, he confidently pointed at the modified jeep he had driven all the way from the training camp and volunteered to drive.

But Sister Lucky merely glanced at it, shook her head disdainfully, and led Wei Wei to a nearby garage. She handed him a set of keys with a small lion logo on them and said, "Your car's style is too rugged; it doesn't match my vibe. Let's take this one instead."

Wei Wei looked in amazement at the sleek car revealed as the rolling door lifted and couldn't help but exclaim, "Our team's benefits are this good? Our salaries can't afford a car like this."

Sister Lucky opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, leaving the driving to Wei Wei.

She smiled and said, "This isn't mine; it's someone else's car lent to me."

Wei Wei had never driven such a car before. After sitting inside and familiarizing himself with it, he joked, "Sister Lucky has such good friends?"

"Not exactly friends—just someone I've met a few times," she explained with a smile.

A year ago, she recalled, she had seen a middle-aged man drinking and crying in a bar. His clothes were stylish and expensive, but his hair was messy, and he hadn't shaved in ages—he looked greasy. Unable to bear the sight of a man crying so pitifully, she went over to say hello.

"I asked him if he could buy me a glass of red wine."

The man hesitated for a moment, then, as if giving up on himself, pulled out all the money he had left and bought her a relatively cheap bottle of red wine. She drank happily and returned the favor by buying him a beer—the cheapest kind.

"..."

Sister Lucky lightly pressed down the car window, lit a slim ladies' cigarette, and filled the car with a faint fragrance.

"About a month later, I went back to that bar and ran into that man again. This time, he was full of energy—his hair neatly combed, his beard clean-shaven. According to the bartender, he'd been waiting there for me for over half a month. When we met, he passionately thanked me because, after that night, his company's problems were suddenly resolved."

"He wasn't sure if it had anything to do with me but insisted on thanking me."

"I didn't refuse. He insisted on lending me this sports car to drive around for fun."

"..."

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Wei Wei carefully drove the car while laughing, "Then why not transfer it under your name?"

Sister Lucky smiled and replied, "Because if I accepted it outright, it wouldn't just be about repaying one bottle of beer."

Wei Wei laughed knowingly while secretly feeling hopeful about his underwear.

Demonic power is an extraordinary force capable of achieving unimaginable things. The Foundation has strict rules prohibiting superhumans from casually using their powers outside of handling incidents. But here in Scrap Iron City—where regulations are looser—and given that Sister Lucky and her team were originally wild ability users who didn’t fully agree with such rules, occasionally using their powers for personal satisfaction was commonplace.

Perhaps there was even a legend circulating in some small circles within this city: a certain elegant and sensual woman, fond of wearing cheongsams, would occasionally appear under dim bar lights. If you were lucky—or unlucky—she would smile at you and make a request: buy her a glass of red wine, and she would bring you enough good fortune...

"..."

As Wei Wei became more familiar with the sports car’s performance, his speed increased. With Sister Lucky in tow, they sped through Scrap Iron City’s streets amidst curses like "Why don't you crash?" or "Why am I not in that car?" before arriving at an area resembling an upscale shopping mall. The tall buildings combined with adjacent pedestrian streets created a complex yet unified atmosphere.

After parking the car, Wei Wei got out first to help Sister Lucky carry her bag. He felt he attracted more envious gazes doing this than when driving the sports car.

Countless eyes—both male and female—first fell on Sister Lucky in surprise before shifting disdainfully toward Wei Wei. This kind of look gave him immense satisfaction, especially when Sister Lucky hooked her arm around his.

This made him deeply understand one truth: what makes men enviable isn’t the car they drive—it’s who rides in their car.

They had agreed to buy underwear for Wei Wei. But as soon as they entered the shopping center, Sister Lucky led him straight to... a shoe store.

She tried on at least seven or eight pairs of shoes while Wei Wei stood by, holding them for her, checking sizes, and complimenting them with phrases like "They look great."

Then she went to a beauty salon for over an hour. Wei Wei joined other men outside the salon door, sharing cigarettes while waiting for their women inside—and watching other women pass by on the street.

When Sister Lucky emerged from the salon looking radiant, she took Wei Wei to see a movie. She chose an old film about an effeminate pirate who got married then divorced; committed domestic violence then got beaten himself; lost his wife; and even had two pounds of poop left on his bed by a three-pound teacup dog. By the end, he lost his beloved Black Pearl ship to the Ocean Queen.

Sister Lucky watched intently while Wei Wei finished two buckets of popcorn.

Finally—only then—did Sister Lucky take him outside to a high-end men’s clothing store, next door to a street stall selling men’s underwear. She spent considerable time carefully picking through piles before excitedly pulling out one bright yellow pair decorated with ocean beaches and SpongeBob SquarePants prints. Holding it up with both hands, she asked, "Do you like it?"

"..."

Wei Wei examined it seriously before hesitantly asking, "Do you have something more mature?"

Sister Lucky paused briefly before picking up another pair featuring an even larger SpongeBob print and asked, "Do you like this one?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Wei Wei replied, "I'll take the first one!"

"Alright."

Sister Lucky generously had both pairs wrapped up by the vendor—and paid for them herself. Wei Wei solemnly accepted these two treasures, which Uncle Gun had deemed crucial, and carefully put them away.

Honestly speaking, Sister Lucky’s taste wasn’t great—the childish design was... actually kind of exciting.

"Buying things for you men is exhausting."

Sitting on a nearby stone block and massaging her neck, Sister Lucky said, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

Thinking about that lucky man from before made Wei Wei nod immediately, "Sure."

"..."

A plate of thickly sliced bamboo clams drenched in oil; some vinegar-marinated peanuts; tiger salad made from fresh green chilies mixed with scallion whites, cilantro stems, oyster sauce, sugar, and soy sauce; glossy red-braised pork belly; plus one large plate of egg-fried rice—all laid out between them at a small table surrounded by rows of second-tier baijiu bottles.

Sister Lucky unscrewed one small bottle of baijiu, raised her lips, and gulped down the fiery liquid. The bubbling, spicy aroma filled the air—a display of elegance and undeniable charm despite the roadside greasy diner setting and 52-degree liquor that spoke of grace and captivating proof that a person’s charm isn’t solely determined by their beverage choice.

"Thud!"

The entire small bottle of baijiu was emptied without a drop left. Sister Lucky slammed the empty bottle heavily on the table, smiled at Wei Wei, and said, "Your turn."

"..."

"Do we need to drink this hard?"

Wei Wei was somewhat surprised, looking at the small bottle of baijiu she had downed in one go. Sister Lucky’s face was already flushed, her eyes carrying a hint of mirth as she slowly unscrewed the cap of the second bottle.

"Scared?" she teased.

"I'm worried about you, Sister Lucky. Aren't you afraid of danger when such a beautiful woman drinks too much?"

"You should worry about yourself. I'm more dangerous when drunk..."

"..."

Hearing this, Wei Wei felt relieved. He picked up the bottle and gulped it down. Nothing brings people closer together than strong liquor.

By the time Lucky had drunk six liang (300 ml), her cheeks were flushed a light red, and her eyes shone even more beautifully. She gently brushed her hair and said to Wei Wei, "Little Wei, you're also from here. Now that you're back, don't you plan to visit some familiar faces?"

Wei Wei unscrewed the bottle cap and smiled, "Not really necessary."

Sister Lucky paused, her tone cautious as if afraid to poke at a wound, "Are there... no more people you know?"

"Oh, there are still some," Wei Wei smiled. "Quite a few, actually."

"From what I can remember, I lived in the orphanage under the Faceless People's Church in the west of Scrap Iron City. Later, I escaped and survived by scavenging. The old priest at the orphanage, the nuns, and the cook in the cafeteria—we were all very close. But after so many years, even if I went back, I don't know if they would remember me..."

"..."

"Faceless People's Church?"

(Note: The author uses 无面人教堂 instead of 无面神教会 (Faceless God Church).)

Sister Lucky was slightly stunned, not expecting Wei Wei to have this background. So it wasn’t that he had no one to visit, but rather, he didn’t want to go back.