Following the guide to the top floor, one is greeted by an exceptionally luxurious mahogany door. In the center of the door hangs the skull of a argali sheep, its horns curving almost 360 degrees, giving it an imposing appearance.

Two tall, black bodyguards stood at the door. They scanned the two men with a device to make sure they weren't carrying anything before knocking.

Lossie tried to strain her hearing, but the house was so well soundproofed that she couldn't hear anything coming from inside.

There was no response from inside, but the door opened by itself, which meant that the boss had allowed the two of them to come in.

The bodyguard at the door slightly turned his head, gesturing for the two to go inside.

Losi took the first step, and Dale, feeling nervous, took a deep breath before following.

Upon entering, you're greeted by a soft, warm gray carpet. The overall decor features only three colors: black, white, and gray. Directly opposite the door are clear floor-to-ceiling windows, through which you can vaguely see the lights shining outside.

Wow, even the mob boss is going for a minimalist, Instagram-worthy look. Losi turned to her right and didn't see the burly black man she expected. He was over 1.8 meters tall, wearing a well-fitting gray pinstripe suit with a matching bow tie.

He sat elegantly at the heavy solid wood desk, with a steaming cup of coffee on his right.

Behind me was a large wall filled with all kinds of paper books. In this era where everything is digitized, it is hard to see so many paper books anymore.

The gang leader's face wasn't rugged, and his skin wasn't pure black; his ancestors must have been of other races.

He stood up and gestured with his palm toward the sofa beside him: "Please sit down, ladies."

For some reason, seeing him reminded Rossi of the protagonist of a pre-apocalyptic movie she had seen on her home planet, Green Book—Don Shirley.

They have similar temperaments, each with their own reserve and principles.

The two sat down, and Dale wanted to plead for mercy, but Rossi stopped her by holding her hand.

The Black man sat down with a smile. There was a cigar that had just been extinguished in the ashtray on the table. "Would you two like something to drink? We have coffee, milk, orange juice, and tea."

Losi's eyes lit up. She hadn't been able to get anything to eat in the safe zone, but she was able to get something to eat here. And these were all expensive foods.

"Two glasses of milk and two glasses of orange juice, please."

Losy looked at the gang leader with bright eyes. She and Dale were at the age where they were growing, and it wouldn't be unreasonable for them to each have two glasses of such nutritious food.

The black leader was taken aback, then ordered the robot next to him, "Little Black, go and pour two glasses of milk and orange juice for the two ladies."

"Yes, Master." After saying that, the robot opened the refrigerator next to it and efficiently poured out milk and orange juice, then placed them in front of the two of them.

"Thank you." After saying that, Losi eagerly picked up the milk and drank it. Dale remained motionless, looking worried.

The black leader watched with admiration as Losi drank half a glass of milk in one gulp; she was quite bold for her young age.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Grote Rex, and I'm in charge of all the Black River Gang's activities in the refugee camp."

Upon tasting the long-lost sweetness, Rossi was so excited that tears almost welled up in her eyes. Since arriving here, she had hardly eaten any normal food. The pure milk, which she used to dislike, tasted better than nectar at this moment.

Seeing that the gang leader was talking to her, Losi stopped talking: "I am Losi, and she is Dale. You should already know our information, so I won't say any more."

After finishing the remaining half glass of milk, she waved to the robot and said, "Assistant Xiao Hei, could you please give me another glass of milk?"

As a service robot, Xiaohei can execute the most basic commands, whether from its owner or a guest.

However, this was the first time someone had called it Little Black Assistant. Little Black, though devoid of human emotions, found it rather novel and quite liked the name.

Watching Xiao Hei turn around and open the refrigerator next to him, Grote was both amused and exasperated. This Losi really was a bit too familiar with people, no wonder he had fooled Aru and the others so much back then.

"Drink up, all you can eat." As the host, Grote was not stingy.

While Xiao Hei was pouring her milk, Losi drank a whole glass of orange juice. This was a rare source of vitamins, and she had to drink it all up to try and make up for the points Rod owed her.

Dyer, who was standing next to her, still looked worried, so Rossi picked up her orange juice and shoved it into her hand.

He whispered, "Don't worry, I'll definitely get them out. Let's drink some interest first."

The gang leader's drink must be low-radiation. This cup contains at least two oranges, which is about half a pound. That means a cup of orange juice is worth about a hundred points.

Dale sighed almost imperceptibly; she was genuinely worried, but she still obediently drank it.

Losi finished her orange juice in one gulp and smiled at Xiao Hei, who had just poured the milk: "Xiao Hei, could you please refill my orange juice? Just come and refill whichever of our glasses we're finishing later!"

This was the first time Xiao Hei's assistant had encountered such a request in all her years of work. Her brain, which hadn't been working for a while, took a second or two to process what it meant: "No problem, guest."

At this moment, Grot was still watching Losi drink with great interest. If he knew that Losi would later show off his thousands of points, he wondered if he would still be laughing.

The two drank three or four glasses in a row before slowing down. Grote finally found a suitable opportunity to speak: "You two performed very well in the election. Would you be interested in joining our Black River Gang?"

They are both guaranteed to join one of the four major colleges, and might even get into Class A. The connections in Class A are an invaluable asset.

Recruiting them into the gang would definitely be beneficial in every way, so Grote was willing to put aside past grievances and even personally entertain the two of them with good food and drink.

Lossie put down her empty cup, and Xiao Hei immediately filled it with a two-liter glass bottle, becoming her and Dyer's personal assistant.

"To exaggerate a bit, Dale and I are practically celebrities now. If we get into your car, someone will probably see us, and even if we join the Black River Gang, it should be easy to find out. There's not much we can do for you."

Grote was not angry at Rossi's rejection: "That's not important. What we value is your ability. When you return after your studies, you will definitely be able to make a name for yourselves in the Black River Gang."

Losi was a little surprised, but she quickly realized that it was just a pie in the sky.

The original owner's father's death was somewhat related to them, and he suffered a lot from their demands for repayment.

There is still some animosity between Losi and the Black River Gang. If she were Grote, she would never have taken in someone who had a grudge against the gang, let alone specially trained them.

My greatest value right now is the ability to choose any of the four academies, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll be able to get into Class A, where everyone is either a genius or from a wealthy family.

The refugee camp is entirely under their control, so their focus will definitely be on development within the safe zone.

At this point, their value to them increased significantly; it wasn't so much about nurturing them, but rather about exploiting them.

Rossi feigned hesitation: "But given our skin tones, I'm afraid it wouldn't be suitable."

Grote said confidently, "Don't worry about that. We Black River Gang don't discriminate. We have many white people like Zack here, as well as many Asians."

After drinking another half glass of milk, Losi asked only one question: "Which college will most of the people you elected go to?"

Grote's smile froze. It was Onido, of course, but saying that proved that the Black River Gang was discriminatory.

"Everyone is suited to a different college, and we will choose the one that is most suitable for them."

Losi: "What about Yaru?"

“Onido.” Faced with Losi’s persistent questioning, Grote could only tell the truth, believing that cooperation maintained entirely by lies could not last.

He thought Losi would refuse again, so he could only maintain a temporary cooperation through threats.

Unexpectedly, Losi said, "Okay, then tell me about the compensation and what we need to do. If it's good, we'll consider it. If not, you can hire me. Nobody will refuse points."

Grote's smile this time was genuine; he liked Losi's way of doing things.