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Before the thug could finish speaking, the leader shot him a fierce glare. 

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“Who’s the boss here, you or me? If I say he gets it, he gets it. Shut your mouth,” the boss snapped. 

The thug reluctantly lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, his eyes burning with hatred. 

‘So what if he’s got better skills? One day, I’m gonna take you out, you bastard, the thug thought to himself. 

Chloe spoke up. “You guys can take whatever you want from the convenience store, and I’ll even throw in some extra food,” she said. “But there’s one condition.” 

She pointed at the gas station outside. 

“I need you to get some people to dig up the underground oil reserve. I’ll make sure you get three meals a day. Sound good?” she said. 

“You’re really gonna feed us three meals a day? And let us clear out the whole store?” the leader said, still in shock. 

Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Of course.” 

“Alright, I’ll go round up the guys right now,” the leader said, eager to get moving. 

He was so hyped that he immediately ordered two of his guys to go round up the rest. 

But then his face fell. “Madam, how are we supposed to dig in this freezing weather?” 

Just then, he saw the ground, which had been frozen solid, suddenly thaw out, the ice and snow vanishing to reveal soft, workable soil. 

His eyes went wide in shock. 

He didn’t even have to guess. He knew it was Chloe who’d done this. 

Then, suddenly, several big shovels materialized right next to him, and his mouth dropped open so wide that he could’ve fit an egg in it. 

“T–This is a spiritual space power!” he blurted out, his voice trembling. 

He’d heard rumors about powered humans with spiritual space abilities, but seeing it for himself was still mind–blowing. 

He’d also heard that if you killed a space–powered human, you could score a bunch of supplies. But he had no 

idea if that was true or not. 

He hesitated, not daring to test it out. 

“Quit standing around! Get to work already!” Chloe barked. 

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She wasn’t the least bit worried about these thugs trying anything. Even the leader was just a second–level powered human. 

She could turn him into mush with a wave of her hand. 

The leader kicked one of his men square in the rear, his eyes bulging as he shouted. 

“Madam’s spoken! What are you waiting for? Move it!” 

“Yes, boss!” the two thugs replied, gritting their teeth as they left. 

It didn’t take long before they rounded up forty or fifty burly guys, plus a dozen or so women. 

Everyone’s face was ashen, and they staggered as they walked, clearly the result of going hungry for way too long. 

Chloe looked at these refugees and couldn’t help but shake her head. ‘Can these guys even get the job done?‘ she wondered. 

“Line up in teams of ten, nice and neat!” the leader, Clayton, barked. 

As soon as he spoke, everyone went dead silent and lined up in perfect rows, not daring to move a muscle. 

Chloe pulled out the supplies she’d prepared, a whole cart loaded with bread, all covered by a white blanket, the mouthwatering aroma drifting out from underneath. 

The refugees caught a whiff of the scent, their eyes glued to the cart, unable to look away, and couldn’t help licking their lips. 

A woman gulped, her voice trembling with excitement. “I–I think I can smell bread.” 

Her face was dull and gray, etched with dry, cracked lines and streaked with red veins. Years without any skincare and constant exposure to the wind and sun had left her skin like this. 

A skinny girl next to her rolled her eyes. “You must be crazy for bread. No way there’s hot, freshly bread in this kind of weather.” 

Behind them, a man sniffed the air, drooling as he said, “I–I think I can smell bread, too.” 

Before the skinny girl could get another word out, Chloe rolled the cart over and waved Clayton over. 

“There’s bread and warm water in this cart. Two pieces of bread and a bottle of water for each of you. Eat up, then get to work,” she said. 

The whole crowd was floored. 

Even Clayton’s hand shook as he pointed at the cart, his voice coming out in stutters. 

“Wait, what did you just say?” he stammered. “Is it really bread?” 

He couldn’t believe his ears. ‘Am I going crazy? Or is this just a hallucination?‘ he wondered. 

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“You heard me right, these are real bread. So hustle up! You’ve got three days, no more, no less, to dig out that underground oil reserve,” Chloe said, cracking her neck. 

Chloe cracked her neck. 

“If I catch any of you slacking off or trying to cheat me out of food, I’ll toss you out to the zombies!” she warned. 

Clayton nodded and bent over, all respectful. “We wouldn’t dare, Madam!” 

Then he hurried to organize the excited crowd and started handing out the bread. 

The refugees, who’d been starving for days, pounced on the bread like a pack of hungry wolves, devouring it hungrily. 

With nothing else to offer, all they could do was work as much as they could. Even though their bodies were weak and every task was a struggle, not a single one of them slacked off. 

Chloe watched them from behind, noticing that only two or three women were occasionally whispering to each other instead of working seriously. 

The rest were working hard. 

So at lunchtime, everyone but those three women got an extra chicken leg and a bowl of soup. 

There was barely any lamb in the soup, but they still wolfed it down like it was a feast, enjoying every last drop. 

Some even broke down in tears. It was the best meal they’d had since the world went to hell. 

“That’s not fair!” a high–cheekboned woman snapped, her voice ringing with outrage. “How come they get chicken legs and soup, and all we get is bread and warm water?” 

She stepped forward, fixing Chloe with a furious stare. 

Clayton might be a thug, but he wasn’t the type to cross the line; he’d threaten people and rough them up, sure, but he’d never actually killed anyone. 

These women had cozied up to him on their own, just to score a little extra food and supplies to survive. 

So most of the time, they were just a bit hungry, never really suffered any real hardship. 

But as soon as they saw they were getting the short end of the stick, they immediately kicked up a fuss. 

“Yeah, why do they get chicken legs and soup? That’s not fair!” another woman spoke up. 

Chloe gave the three women a tired, fed–up glance, a cold, distant smirk curling at her lips. 

“Fair?” she said, her voice flat and emotionless. 

It had been a long time since she last heard that word. 

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“If you think it’s unfair, then just leave,” she said, her tone icy. 

As soon as Chloe said that, the three women totally freaked out. 

‘Leave? No way in hell!‘ each of them thought, hearts racing. 

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Just getting bread and a bowl of warm water with each meal was already a blessing in this apocalypse. 

“We’re all in this together! If we’re leaving, then everyone leaves!” one of the women said, trying to sound all noble and rally the crowd. 

“Yeah, let’s all go together!” another chimed in, backing her up. 

The three of them stood there, acting all high and mighty, like they could drag everyone out with them. 

But as soon as they spoke, the people around, who’d been grinning and stuffing their faces, suddenly froze. All at once, everyone stopped eating and stared straight at them. 

Everyone moved in perfect unison, backing away from the three women like they were the plague. 

They all shook their heads like crazy; no way were they leaving. 

Not wanting to piss Chloe off, a fierce–looking man stepped up and gave the woman a rough kick to the waist. 

Too weak to resist, she was caught off guard and toppled backward, chipping her front tooth as she hit the ground. 

“You crazy woman! If you wanna leave, go ahead, but don’t get us involved! We’re working for Madam, and we’re not going anywhere!” the man shouted. 

As soon as he said that, everyone glared at the three women, their eyes blazing with anger. 

“Yeah, if you want to leave, go ahead, but don’t drag us with you! You were just lazing around and chatting instead of working. Why should Madam reward you with chicken legs?” someone else shouted.