A knock came from the locomotive door. Soon, Lao Zhu pushed the door open and reported in a low voice, "Boss Mang, I’ve had Shanmaozi check all the survivors we rescued today. His girlfriend wasn’t among them."

"Mm."

Chen Mang hadn’t held out much hope. With a mortality rate this high, the chances of Shanmaozi’s girlfriend being alive were slim. He just said softly, "Give this new batch of survivors a simple meal tonight. And ask if there are any couples among them."

"If there are, bring them to me."

"If there are any troublemakers, kill them."

"Understood."

Lao Zhu hesitated for a moment, then added in a low voice, "Boss Mang, as you instructed, I had the female slaves wash Ji Chuchu and the other starlets. They’re clean now and waiting in the guards’ carriage. They can come over at any time."

"Send Ji Chuchu over."

"Yes, sir."

—-

"Stop staring."

In the guards’ carriage, Lao Zhu shot Hei Wa a look. "Enough gawking. Boss Mang has called for Ji Chuchu. Cross her, and your life won’t be worth a damn when she rises."

"But..."

Hei Wa’s eyes followed Ji Chuchu’s curvaceous figure as she left, his throat bobbing as he whispered, "Didn’t Boss Mang say that if we brothers worked hard after we finished mining the Apocalypse Abyss, he would..."

SLAP!

Before Lao Zhu could speak, Biao slapped Hei Wa on the back of the head. "Why do you talk so much? Has one woman got you completely bewitched?"

"That’s... that’s no ordinary woman. That’s a star."

"That’s why she’s dangerous. Beautiful women have been the downfall of many since ancient times. Talk less. If you want to die, don’t take me with you."

"I know what you’re all thinking."

Lao Zhu’s face was cold as he said, word by word, "I need to remind you, there is only one voice on this train, and that is Boss Mang’s voice."

"The control of all firepower is in Boss Mang’s hands."

"Let alone a small matter like taking back a promise—that’s a small matter. Even if Boss Mang had more problems, anyone who complains will only meet one end: death. A superior’s promise can only be brought up by the superior. For anyone else to bring it up is a challenge to their authority."

"Do you all understand this?"

"Of course."

Biao’s face was serious. "Vice-Captain Zhu, you can rest assured. We understand this. Hei Wa just had a moment of confusion."

Inside the locomotive.

Ji Chuchu pushed the door open and entered, a hint of panic and obedience on her face. She wore a slip dress and knelt on the carpet, not daring to look up at the mysterious man sitting before her, her head nearly buried in her chest.

But from the side...

A familiar sound reached her ears.

She couldn’t help but look up at the screen in the locomotive. It was playing a variety show she had recorded in the past. She quickly lowered her head again, her eyes full of unease.

After what felt like an eternity...

"Tsk."

Sitting at the control console, his feet crossed on the table, Chen Mang puffed on a cigarette and watched Ji Chuchu on the variety show. He couldn’t help but click his tongue and sigh. "Your acting is terrible."

He turned his head to look at Ji Chuchu, who was kneeling obediently on the carpet. He extended his cane and lifted her chin, looking at her pitiful, rosy face. After looking her up and down for a few moments, he said casually, "You look better in person."

Chen Mang nodded in approval, then ignored Ji Chuchu and turned his attention back to the variety show on the screen. After a while, he couldn’t help but sigh again. "How can you be so bad at acting, even on a variety show?"

"I don’t look like a philanthropist. Everyone on this train has to show their value to earn its protection. Do you have any value?"

"I do."

Ji Chuchu let out a long sigh of relief. She looked up, her eyes full of charm as she gazed at Chen Mang. The unease in her eyes had faded, and there was even a hint of a smile. "My on-stage acting is average, but my off-stage acting is quite good."

"For example?"

"For example..."

Kneeling on the ground, Ji Chuchu smiled. "For example, like this."

—-

"..."

Chen Mang looked at Ji Chuchu, who was now kneeling obediently to the side. The unease on her face was gone. He slowly lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and then chuckled softly.

"Not bad at all."

"I’m glad you like it, Boss Mang."

He then used the walkie-talkie to summon Lao Zhu.

Soon—

Lao Zhu pushed the door open and entered, his eyes fixed forward, not even glancing at Ji Chuchu. His voice was respectful and hoarse. "Boss Mang, you called for me?”

"Mm."

Chen Mang nodded and thought for a moment before speaking. "From now on, she will have Tier 1 status on the Stellar. She’ll live in the guards’ carriage. You have the mining statistics for the slaves from the Apocalypse Abyss. The top performers, and you and Biao... as for the other starlets who just came, you can arrange them for the rest of the lower-ranking ones."

"Alright, take her away."

"Understood."

Lao Zhu nodded. Kneeling on the ground, Ji Chuchu let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed her survival was no longer in question. Being a star had its advantages in the apocalypse. No matter who captured her, her life was guaranteed.

Inside the Stellar’s guards’ carriage.

Biao looked at Ji Chuchu, who had already eaten sixteen slices of bread and was still going, with a complicated expression. He couldn’t help but sigh. "She can eat a lot. She must have been starving before."

Finally.

After the seventeenth slice of bread went down, Ji Chuchu patted her stomach contentedly, let out a burp, and licked the bread crumbs from the corner of her mouth as if still savoring the taste.

"Well, that’s..."

"That’s a lot of food."

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