Chapter 43: Chapter 39: First Steps in the New District

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Anmi New District, this is a district adjacent to Warm Water Lake and is truly the “Rich People’s District” of New Moon City.

Wanting to live in Anmi New District requires not only the ability to afford real estate worth billions but also achievements in societal fields to qualify for residency.

The residents here are either wealthy or noble, including senior executives of large corporations, financial magnates, advanced science award winners, major arms dealers…

Of course, it also includes the renowned “intermediaries” of the mercenary world.

Intermediaries are the “brokers” in the mercenary world, connecting employers with commissions to mercenaries with tasks, using their reputation to ensure the assignments proceed smoothly without any missteps from the mercenaries or withheld payments from the employers.

As brokers, naturally, there are distinctions between “premium brokers” and “black brokers.”

This time, Su Mo seeks those well-known intermediaries with credibility and power validated by events, worthy of long-term collaboration.

Su Mo rode his motorcycle to the junction between the High-Tech Park and Anmi New District.

The surroundings of Anmi New District are cut off from the outside world by rugged artificial mountains, with only a few major tunnels providing passage.

At the entrances to these tunnels, there are military checkpoints dedicated to protecting the residents of Anmi New District.

Su Mo parked by the roadside and gazed at the tunnel at the end of the road from afar.

The tunnel is surrounded by towering watchtowers, heavily fortified, with troops patrolling back and forth. Occasionally, a glint of cold light flickers from the top of the towers, reflecting the sniper’s sights.

The security here is more stringent than ever, undoubtedly a consequence of Elder Tang’s death.

The murder of an Anmi New District resident inside their villa has had an enormous psychological impact on these wealthy individuals.

In such sensitive times, Su Mo dared not get too close.

Because he wore the Borderland Plaque.

Borderlanders are fourth-class citizens in the Inner City, with a status not even comparable to a wealthy family’s dog.

The snipers wouldn’t reason with Borderlanders.

Even if he did nothing, if the other party claimed they spotted a suspicious person approaching, he could be shot without any responsibility being borne.

Su Mo parked his vehicle in the underground parking of a nearby park, placing the hand residue and magazine into the trunk.

Then he waited on the main road leading to the Anmi New District tunnels.

Along the way, bulletproof cars with auspicious license plate numbers drove past continuously, flanked by several escort vehicles. The security personnel inside cast unfriendly glances at Su Mo.

The people in these cars were wealthy, but not the ones Su Mo was looking for.

Su Mo remained composed, and the security personnel didn’t make any trouble, passing each other.

Su Mo patiently waited there for an hour.

Finally, a silver stretch limousine appeared in view, its license plate making his eyes light up.

It had arrived!

The car of New Moon City’s famous intermediary, “Count Audiana”!

Su Mo was about to intercept the car to greet.

But who knew, the silver limousine slowed down and stopped directly in front of him.

The window rolled down, revealing a white-haired old man in a tailcoat.

Su Mo recognized him; it was “McCarthy Housekeeper.”

McCarthy’s eyes were exceptionally deep: “Su Mo?”

Su Mo was stunned: “…Yes, it’s me.”

McCarthy unlocked the safety lock, gesturing for him to sit in the back seat.

Su Mo felt a bit puzzled.

Was he…invited?

He sat in the back seat, saying nothing, opting to observe quietly.

Throughout the journey, neither of them spoke.

The limousine arrived at the checkpoint of the tunnel, where the inspecting personnel saluted McCarthy through the window.

At this moment, the inspecting personnel noticed Su Mo in the back seat, also seeing his Borderland Plaque.

The inspector’s expression changed slightly: “Mr. McCarthy, who is he?…”

McCarthy responded calmly: “Lady Countess’s guest.”

The inspector seemed hesitant: “Sir, you should be aware that Elder Tang died in his villa a few days ago, so Anmi New District is currently very sensitive to outsiders…”

McCarthy’s reply was succinct: “Lady Countess will be responsible for him.”

The inspector didn’t say much further, only had Su Mo searched to ensure he carried no weapons before allowing him back into the car.

“Give my regards to Lady Countess for me.” The inspector saluted McCarthy again.

The silver limousine passed through the checkpoint, speeding through the empty tunnel.

Upon exiting the tunnel, the scenery transformed dramatically.

Anmi New District boasts vast greenery, and at night, the street lights cast a hazy glow, with branches and flowers swaying in the evening breeze, exuding the scent of fresh grass everywhere.

Here, there are no skyscraping towers obscuring the sky, nor are there any pigeonhole apartments with cramped designs and poor lighting.

Looking around, one can see only villas with their own gardens, each at least a hundred meters apart to maximize comfort and privacy for the wealthy residents.

The silver limousine drove deep into Anmi New District, where a sprawling estate appeared ahead.

The estate’s landscaping was meticulously maintained, with patrols occasionally visible, their routes overlapping with no blind spots, reflecting strong military discipline.

What could be seen directly were only the visible posts; who knew how many hidden sentries the estate had to ensure security?

The limousine stopped at the manor’s main building, McCarthy helped Su Mo open the door, reminding him: “You should greet first, Lady Countess does not like to initiate greetings.”

He led Su Mo across the main building’s corridor into the inner courtyard.

Entering the hall, McCarthy looked up at the second-floor railing and bowed respectfully: “Lady Countess, the guest has arrived.”

Bathed in orange-yellow light stood a graceful silhouette, dressed casually in silk nightwear, her curves rising and falling, with long, slightly curly hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding mature femininity.

From her exquisitely beautiful appearance, she looked like a girl under twenty, but she was actually in her thirties.

She held a smoking gun, drawing leisurely puffs, her eyes occasionally visible behind the smoke curtain, appearing incredibly mysterious.

This was the legendary “Count Audiana,” one of the most famous intermediaries in New Moon City’s mercenary world.

Beside her stood a tall man, his exposed skin covered in combat scars, with many prosthetic implant marks visible, radiating an impressive aura.

Su Mo recognized him as “Broken Blade,” Count Audiana’s top expert.

This guy was full of “military-grade” prosthetics, capable of easily crushing an entire regular army platoon by himself.

Following McCarthy’s advice, Su Mo greeted first: “Good evening, Lady Countess.”

Audiana exhaled a smoke ring, looking at him with a playful gaze: “Coming here empty-handed? Do the young people today have no sincerity?”

Su Mo smiled with neither humility nor submissiveness, implying: “You meet me with a stand-in, isn’t that also lacking sincerity?”

“Audiana” fell silent, standing there saying nothing, seemingly waiting for something.

A moment later, she touched the earpiece in her ear, nodding before stepping aside.

Simultaneously, a door on the second floor opened, and a woman looking exactly the same stepped out.

The newly arrived “Audiana” squinted at Su Mo, saying softly: “Good eyes, young man.”

In fact, Su Mo could see that the new arrival was also a stand-in.

Meeting the real Lady Countess was not easy.

But Su Mo didn’t expose it.

When dealing with important figures, you can show some intelligence to pique their interest.

But never be too smart.

If you reveal everything, the other party won’t feel admiration, but a desire to eliminate you to prevent future troubles.

Su Mo deliberately displayed a look of admiration and saluted again: “Please allow me to formally greet you, Lady Countess.”

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