He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 71 Interview with Gang Families
Pinker, a Black boy wearing a tight white tank top, sat on the sofa, his tight jeans almost pulled down to his crotch, revealing half of his blue underwear.

He was fiddling with a pistol in his hand.

"How many more questions do you have? When are you going to give me the thousand dollars?"

"It'll be over soon. There are just a few more questions about your biological father that will be answered."

This was their last interview. The previous Asian and white families were all successfully interviewed, as they all maintained close contact with their biological fathers, making the interviews easy.

Now all that's missing is this Black House.

Li Ji was about to ask another question when he received a message from his senior.

He leaned close to Delulu's ear and said, "My senior asked me to come over because of something urgent. She didn't say what it was, but I guess it's related to the rabbit aliens from last time. Can you guys handle things here?"

"No problem, meow." Delulu nodded readily. "It's not the first time, I have experience, meow."

"Just wait and see how I can write a perfect interview without you. I'll show you my overwhelming strength, meow."

"I hope so. Remember to call me if you can't figure it out."

Did you get the sleep gun?

"Give it to me, meow."

After saying his farewells briefly, Li Ji left the house, hoping that the black boy's father would be easier to find, so that Dai Lulu and the others wouldn't run into trouble.

"Can you describe your father to me, Meow?"

The boy twirled the pistol, as if he were twirling a pen.

With a thick Black accent, he proudly declared like a rapper, “My father was a rapper, a street dancer, a tattoo artist, a graffiti artist, a drug dealer, a pimp, a motorcyclist, and the coolest gangster in the entire East Side of Los Santos. I want to be like him when I grow up.”

"He's such an amazing person, he can handle so many different roles at the same time."

Delulu meticulously recorded everything, sensing that she was documenting an extraordinary Earth man, since most people didn't have so many titles.

Although she only recognized the title of "drug dealer" among these titles, the word was translated as "pharmacy salesman" in her corpus.

There are no corresponding words for the other words in StarCraft.

In such primitive societies, the more titles one held, the more powerful one was.

“Maybe my mom hates him, but I don’t. I know he left us for peace and love.”

Although she didn't understand, Dailulu still carefully marked it.

[Black people may choose to have their children raised solely by their mothers for peaceful and loving reasons, possibly to prevent endless conflicts arising from marital discord, as single-parent families are seen as a way to preserve the fullness of their love for each other.]

What do you most want to do with him?

“I hope he can come to my parent-teacher conference.”

Dailu nodded silently. The two families before her had similar answers. It was a need for companionship, which was in line with the primal instincts of humankind.

"That way he can punch 80 holes in that old woman Weiss at the parent-teacher meeting."

The need to kill can be considered in line with the instincts of primitive people, and the first two families had similar answers.

Dailulu silently notes: Every child on Earth wants to shoot their teacher at a parent-teacher meeting.

"Then what's his name?"

"Stephen Ben, people in the underworld call him SB!"

Stephen Ben sat in the crowded living room, which was filled with Black people of all shapes and sizes.

The air was thick with the smells of smoke, alcohol, sweat, and fried chicken.

His expression was solemn, and the cross-patterned eyebrows pressed down on his eyes.

He reached his left hand into his crotch, where he hid his most precious treasure—a fully loaded .45 pistol.

"Taking advantage of the recent unrest in Los Santos, the cops are too busy to bother with us, so we have a chance to gather the leaders of the major gangs in the area together."

"The goal is to reach a reconciliation and redivide the territory."

"Make it clear where each party sells their medicine to avoid unnecessary infighting."

"We're all in this for fun, there's no need for fighting and killing."

Stephen gave a cold laugh.

"You idiot, if you have any ideas, you can say them."

"You want me to bring it up?" Stephen pointed to himself. "You're the boss, what ideas could I possibly have?"

"It is your freedom to reconcile with them."

Stephen glared fiercely at the row of people opposite him: "But I always remember that they killed 32 of our brothers and sisters, six of whom weren't even gang members, and the youngest was only 8 years old."

The black man, who was as fat as a mountain of flesh, retorted, "You guys have killed quite a few of our people too, especially you idiots. I haven't settled the score with you for raping my sister!"

"Everyone calm down!"

The mediator stepped in to stop the shouting match. "We're all kids who grew up on the streets. You all know this is street life—it's a dog-eat-dog world where brothers die every day."

"If we keep dwelling on past grievances, there will only be more deaths. We might as well sit down, shake hands and make peace, and make money together."

Stephen leaned back on the sofa: "JJ, I'm doing you a favor. As long as they don't shoot us, I'm willing—"

"boom--"

A gunshot rang out from outside.

"FUCK!"

The room instantly descended into chaos, like a crushed Oreo cookie.

Everyone pulled out the pistols from their crotches and pointed them at each other.

The gunfire outside grew increasingly intense.

"I fucking knew you guys were up to no good!"

"You're talking nonsense! You were the ones who fired the shots!"

"I'll shoot you! We don't do those kinds of tricks!"

The middleman, JJ, suddenly shouted, "Calm down! Could it be the cops?!"

The gunfire subsided, and a chilling knocking sound came from outside.

Everyone pointed their guns at the old, white wooden door with peeling paint.

"Who's there?"

A gentle, sweet female voice came from outside: "We're filming a video, and if you're willing to be interviewed, we can give you a thousand US dollars, meow."

"Are these people outside also from your pharmaceutical company, meow? Sorry, they're sleeping... a bit too soundly right now, meow."

-

Li Ji sat by the bedside in the mental hospital, while his senior, Gu Yuqing, lay on the bed in her hospital gown.

"Where did the long, thin strip go?"

"He went to be the old man's son. Today he's going to give the old man a bath, because the old man hasn't had a bath in three months."

Li Ji frowned in pain; he could almost smell the stench of an old man who was about to die.

"Stop talking about him, I called you here because I have something important to say."

"Open your agent communicator and take a look at the task list."

Li Ji opened his communicator and saw a new task in his task list.

[Mission Brief: Investigate the Red Dwarf Saint]

[Task Rewards: Determined by the importance of the clues, with no upper limit]

"No upper limit?"

Li Ji felt that his chance to make a fortune had arrived.

"Senior, what's going on?"

"Because of the clues you discovered, the higher-ups believe that Earth is the next target for the Red Dwarf Saints to create chaos."

"Based on the principle that problems can be resolved outside the Interstellar Alliance, the higher-ups have decided to upgrade Earth's importance from [Irrelevant] to [Under Observation]."

"So we have a new mission: to investigate clues about the Red Dwarf Saint on Earth."

Li Ji's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "With Earth's importance level rising, can Earth science be preserved?"

"Don't get too excited yet. If the two of us fail to provide any useful clues for an extended period, the higher-ups will still downgrade the importance of Earth."

"Li Ji, you have a long way to go! This matter concerns not only the future of Earth, but also the future of the entire Interstellar Alliance."

Li Ji couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Drip."

Received a message suddenly.

"Shark, what did you say?"

"What do you mean by saying that Delulu made a bloody mess of the entire pharmaceutical company?"

"What do you mean by having a constant stream of pharmaceutical representatives coming to shoot you with guns?"

"I've given you the hypnosis gun!"

He reached down and touched his lower back, where he found the soft-touch silver hypnosis gun.

"Holy crap, that Delulu is holding a Desert Eagle!"

(End of this chapter)