KK, considered by Su Mo as an unofficial nominee for the Yueska Little Golden Man, excels in offline acting, and chatting online is even easier for him.

For a week, KK, on behalf of “New Moon City Edge Technology Co., Ltd.,” engaged passionately in conversation with Tareg, chatting up a storm.

Of course, the animal protection girl is not naive. As a project manager of the Libetong Fund, although she got her position through her father, she still has basic professional ethics.

If you only talk the talk without spending a dime, she definitely won’t take you seriously.

This time she has set a meeting with Su Mo, most likely to discuss funding for donations.

Su Mo told KK, “Set up a specific time with her. I’ll go find her in two days.”

Su Mo hung up the phone, bid farewell to Haywood and Tank, and cycled into the city.

His destination this time was the “Lakefront Business District,” where he planned to have a tailor make him a suit.

The day after tomorrow, under the guise of discussing a project, the appearance work naturally needed to be done well.

Moreover, a suit is useful in many situations, so it’s prudent to have one made early.

Su Mo rode along the road to the Lakefront Business District, passing by Libetong Mansion along the way.

The “Libetong Charity Fund” is a 3A-rated public welfare organization in New Moon City, though not as top-tier as 5A, it is still quite renowned.

Since its inception 23 years ago, it has been dedicated to ecological protection, education, public health, and other fields, with total donations exceeding 3 billion lunar coins.

Libetong Mansion was designed by a renowned architect, with an exceptionally artistic exterior, imposing and grand.

The building is surrounded by thick walls, armed guards are positioned at the main entrance, and armored vehicles can be seen entering and exiting from time to time.

Su Mo paused outside the building, his gaze moving to the corner of the wall.

There sat a gaunt child, about five or six years old, so emaciated it was hard to tell whether it was a boy or a girl, with only a few strands of hair left.

The child curled up in the shadow where the sun couldn’t reach, with skin hanging off bones, eyes empty and lifeless, staring blankly at the passing vehicles.

A pink van drove out of the main entrance, covered in cute piggy and cow patterns and bearing slogans about caring for animals, probably a vehicle for an event show.

The loudspeaker on the roof kept broadcasting Tareg’s recorded voice, enthusiastic and high-pitched: “Little animals are friends to all humans, let’s care together, not harm them.”

The adorable animal protection vehicle and the emaciated child together illustrated two completely separate worlds overlapping.

Seeing this, Su Mo shook his head.

The child in the corner was probably an orphan, abandoned by parents or with parents deceased.

Many such orphans exist in New Moon City, across the Edge and Inner City, mostly without birth certificates, unwanted, uncared for by welfare institutions, ignored by authorities.

A rare few have extraordinary luck, like Nuobai, who accidentally acquired the life-altering Blood Code Power, changing their destiny.

Even though she met a tragic end in the original plot, at least she lived a vibrant life.

But most children aren’t that lucky.

Some die young, either from illness or starvation.

And those who grow up face only the fate of a black market worker.

They sign slave-like contracts in exploitative factories, work mindlessly on meaningless assembly lines, 16 hours a day, living in pigeon-coop dorms, eating synthetic food, spending a bleak life this way.

This is New Moon City, this is Dawn Realm.

The upper class can easily pursue the life they want.

The lower class can only live like vermin.

Su Mo knows he is not a savior, at least not now; currently, he lacks the power to blow up this damned world.

He’s still just a fourth-class Edge person scraping by.

The child before him, he cannot save.

Even if he saves one, thousands more await rescue.

He cannot save them all.

All he can say is…

If he can help easily, then why not help a bit?

After all, life isn’t easy for anyone.

Su Mo took out his phone and made a meal call: “Is this Qishi Pizza Shop? I’d like a 12-inch cheese spinach beef pizza, with real meat, delivered to the entrance of Libetong Mansion, and handed to a child sitting by the wall. I’ll pay online.”

“…The name for the order? Just tell them it’s from a New Moon City citizen.”

Su Mo hung up after paying online, started his motorbike, and rode away.

The gaunt child still sat there, gradually disappearing in the bike’s rearview mirror.

…

The “Lakefront Business District” is a bustling commercial area, with tall buildings everywhere, crisscrossed with countless pedestrian streets, catering to all needs for food, drink, entertainment, and shopping, with a dazzling array of goods in the stores.

This is New Moon City’s famous monetized pit. Whether you’re a low-level worker, a middle-class intellectual, or a wealthy upper-class individual, you’ll find a place to spend your money here.

Not sure what to buy?

No problem, ask one of the intelligent robots in the malls, which will give personalized big data recommendations based on your financial status and preferences.

There’s bound to be a store to empty your wallet.

Su Mo entered the middle section of the business district, “Merlin Century Mansion,” looking at the lavishly decorated stores.

The shops here are all high-end, selling items like luxury clothing, bags, and jewelry, beyond the budget of ordinary people.

Occasionally, you can see business elites in suits, or young, wealthy heirs in trendy brands, escorting beautiful women with curvaceous figures, casually spending an average household’s yearly salary on a bag, earning themselves intimacy and kisses.

Inexpensive casual clothes made Su Mo appear out of place, with the Borderland Plaque around his neck making him stand out even more.

Edge people are not very welcome even in the Rust Wall District near the Edge, let alone a place like the Lakefront Business District.

Unfriendly eyes came from all around, and a few wealthy heirs, draping their arms around their girlfriends, cast boasting glances toward Su Mo.

The beauties clung to their boyfriends tightly, casting frivolous glances at Su Mo, as if he was competing with them.

Su Mo ignored them, not intending to perform any silly scene of playing the underdog to outshine the rich heirs— that would be a bit too naive.

As Su Mo walked, he turned a corner, and suddenly someone came walking toward him, causing him to stop abruptly.

“Thud.” The two collided.

The other lost balance and fell backward.

Su Mo also stepped back.

Su Mo was a bit startled; with his Middle Tier of Awakening and dual Blood Code Power, even a sumo wrestler couldn’t budge him, yet he took a step back from this collision?

He looked over and saw a group of three, led by a man with a face full of horizontal flesh.

Su Mo extended his hand amicably: “Sorry about that, are you okay?”

The man ignored Su Mo, standing up with the help of his companions, all three giving Su Mo unfriendly looks.

However, the three didn’t say anything, passing by Su Mo directly into a fire escape that people don’t usually use.

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