I searched and fought in America.

The true appearance of the two items was revealed to Rosen.

[Item: High-efficiency oil recovery formula]

[Quality: Blue]

[Capacity: 1]

【Effect: A special chemical gel can be produced by using sodium hydroxide, corn starch, bentonite, and ammonium persulfate as raw materials and through a special ratio and process.】

This gel can instantly absorb industrial waste liquids such as engine oil, diesel fuel, and antifreeze, and coagulate them into solid blocks that are easy to transport and separate.

[Value: 45000 Kazakhstani Credits]

【Item: Mechanic (Entry-level)】

[Quality: Blue]

[Capacity: 1]

[Effect: After using it, you can instantly master all the theoretical knowledge and practical skills of a mechanical repair technician with ten years of experience.]

[Value: 43000 Kazakhstani Credits]

"They're all quite practical."

Rosen stroked his chin. Although the items dropped by these two elite bosses weren't direct combat items, they were extremely valuable.

That recycling formula may seem unremarkable, but in industrial zones with increasingly stringent environmental regulations, it can treat waste oil at low cost and high efficiency, which is itself a way to make money.

Mechanical repair skill books are highly sought after; having a skill to repair cars and equipment ensures you'll never starve, no matter where you go.

Without hesitation, Rosen first put the recipe into his system inventory, then picked up the skill book and silently said "use".

The skill book transformed into specks of light and entered his brow.

In an instant, a flood of information about machinery rushed into my mind. What I used to find as incomprehensible mechanical drawings now seemed like an instinct.

"call……"

After digesting the knowledge in his mind, Rosen let out a long sigh of relief.

Having more skills is never a bad thing; this skill can be very useful in crucial moments.

After cleaning up the blue items, Rosen's gaze focused on the purple item that he had been longing for.

Previously, in the factory, because it was still in a state of evacuation, the information about the items was vague. Now that it has returned to the safe house, its true nature should be revealed.

Rosen solemnly took out the [Iron Claw Token].

This is a token made of black alloy, with a curved claw cross engraved in the center.

As he gazed at it, new item information appeared:

[Item: Iron Claw Token]

[Quality: Purple]

[Capacity: 10]

[Effect: The core token and symbol of power of the Iron Claw Gang. The one who holds the Iron Claw token is recognized as the Holy Father of the Iron Claw Gang.]

[Value: 100000 Kazakhstani Credits]

【Remark:】

• Historical background: The Iron Claws are located in Ronnie, Texas, and were founded by Kevin Misty 20 years ago.

• Personnel composition: There are more than 40 core members and more than 100 peripheral members. The members are mainly devout Protestants with firm faith.

Gang motto: Only iron discipline and methods can judge evil; they call themselves "God's iron claws on earth."

• Organizational characteristics: The gang has an extremely strict internal hierarchy, orders are strictly enforced, and the cohesion is extremely high. The Iron Claw Token is regarded as a "sacred object" by all members, and seeing the token is like seeing the person.

• Industrial Structure: Unlike other gangs, the Iron Claw Gang strictly prohibits involvement in black market industries such as enhancement agents, and even actively combats violent crimes in the community to maintain local security. Its economic resources come from scrap metal recycling and some construction projects.

• Current status: Three days ago, gang leader Kevin Misty died in an accident, and the Iron Claw Token disappeared. At this moment, the gang is leaderless, and people are in a state of panic. Moreover, the surrounding hostile forces are already making moves.

After reading the long and detailed notes, Rosen tightened his grip on the token.

He finally understood why the system had priced this item at 100,000 Kazakhstani coins and even rated it as purple quality.

This is not a metal sign at all.

This is clearly a "Imperial Seal of the State"!

For the Iron Claw Gang members who have religious beliefs and place great importance on ritual, this token represents the law and legitimacy!

Whoever gets it will have the right to directly take over this highly cohesive gang with over forty elite members!

Rosen muttered to himself, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The humiliating image of being slapped by Buck and having to smile like a dog resurfaced in my mind.

He endured it then because he was outnumbered and outmatched, because he didn't want to implicate Uncle Cade, and because he didn't want to fight a war of attrition with the gang.

But things are different now. If he can control the Iron Claw Gang, he will truly have a foothold!

Moreover, Rosen recalled the person shown in the "Talent Notebook" he had previously opened—Mal Weiss.

A pastor with 5-star theological potential.

A gang composed of devout Protestants.

In addition, there was the iron claw token in his hand, symbolizing supreme power.

This is practically a path paved by God for him!

With these trump cards, let alone a mere Blind Man's Gang, he would have the confidence to sit at the negotiating table even when facing large gangs like the Fang Gang!

---

While Rosen was planning for the future in the basement.

In a meeting room deep inside an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Ronnie, Texas.

Beside a round iron table sat three men with different expressions; they were the Iron Claw Gang's current highest-ranking members, the "Apostles."

Although there were several bottles of beer on the table, no one was in the mood to touch them. Everyone looked gloomy and preoccupied.

Seated to the left of the head of the table was an elderly black man with a full head of white hair. He was a veteran of the gang and a key figure in charge of the gang's logistics management, Morris.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, breaking the deathly silence.

"It's been three days, and there's still no news of the token?"

The young Chinese man opposite him was fiddling with the dagger in his hand. He shook his head and said:

"I've already taken care of things at the police station. The body is indeed with them, but the list of belongings... doesn't include the token, and it wasn't at the scene either."

Sitting to one side, a burly young white man with a scar on his nose slammed his fist on the table angrily and said:

"According to the gang rules, without a token, we can't elect a new Holy Father! Without a Holy Father to lead us, those underlings are completely demoralized!"

"It's not just a matter of being distracted."

Morris said worriedly, "The 'Wolf Fang Gang' and those drug-selling scum from the next block have been testing our limits these past two days, since they heard that Father died."

This morning, they even dared to sell that damn hallucinogen right outside our recycling center! If we don't fight back, this pristine community of Ronnie will be finished.

"How can we retaliate? Without a legitimate reason, who will give orders? Who will take responsibility?" the young Chinese man, Wang Ling, coldly retorted.

The meeting room fell silent once again.

They all knew that if they didn't find the Iron Claw Token as soon as possible, or break the rules to promote new members, the Iron Claw Gang probably wouldn't survive the winter.